Episode 5 By Any Means

All right, mate?

Four kilos, as usual.

BIRD SINGS

Do you know this kind of bird?

The blackbird.

Hear the way they chatter?

That is them screaming a warning to their families.

Right.

This is a lot of noise for just two people.

ON RADIO: 'Suspect's car tracked

'to the north entrance of Epping Forest.'

DOGS BARK

'Suspect's car tracked to the North entrance of Epping Forest.'

I was looking for my dog. I didn't see anything, I promise!

Stay where you are.

Stay there! Shit!

Put your hands where we can see them.

I won't say anything. Go...

On my kids' lives. Go.

GUNSHOT

Shots fired. What was that?

DOGS BARK

Check his pulse, turn him over.

Armed police! Stop still!

On your knees, down! Down!

Stay where you are! Down, now!

Don't move!

Now, I want my call.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello? 'Hello. Tanya...'

It's Ahmed. I'm at Epping police station.

'Say nothing. I'll be right there.'

'It's bad.

'You remember that call we talked about?'

Napier?

Time to make it.

Charles Napier. Intelligence Service.

Thank you for rearranging your schedule, Chief Constable.

This is an extraordinary request.

I have to say, it doesn't sit easily.

I'm, er, anxious to ensure we've explored every angle before we make a decision.

But if you don't have enough evidence on Ahmed Demir,

then we have to take him.

You heard the shots, found the body and assumed it was suicide?

Er, he...he...he had that look about him.

Sad sack.

Shot himself in the back three times, did he?

There was no gun found by the body. How do you explain that?

15-minute pursuit...out of visual contact.

A search would need to cover hundreds of acres.

We don't have the manpower.

So the gun is effectively lost?

Yes.

We have gunpowder on your clothes, on your hands...

As I have explained, residue may have rubbed off the deceased

as my client attempted to revive him.

Why didn't he call a paramedic?

Patchy signal. I need...to change networks.

You look like you moonlight as a mobile phone salesman.

Talk tariffs to me.

Tell me what you did with the gun?

Could you secure a conviction?

Because if you can, I will happily walk out of here.

Without the gun, it's 50/50.

I will get the truth out of you.

You obviously don't know me.

Sir? Who's this?

DCI Whale.

What's going on, sir?

We've got to let him go.

MI5 are going to take it from here.

He had kids. He had two kids! You're a murdering bastard.

He's spitting! A tissue.

This is bullshit!

Would you excuse me?

So...you finally pressed the button?

Can you get me out of this?

Well, that depends on how good your information is.

Money men. Three. Pumping cash into two active cells.

Did you have a coat?

Oh, that's you. That's 30 quid, Jack.

Wow! 30 quid, change.

Ooh! Got an admirer, Jess?

Maybe. It's for later.

What you got in there? A head? Hey! Let's have a look.

You said I could handle this one on my own, so back off!

Come on, your go. I want to buy Mayfair off you.

Ha-ha, dream on. I'm putting houses there.

What with? You're broke. I'll give you Bond Street and Oxford Street as well. No.

Bond Street, Oxford Street and a grand to go shopping with.

Ooh...

No.

That is not a good call.

Well, it's a seller's market, what can I say.

Sometimes I worry about your decision-making skills. Hello.

Are you busy? 'I'm in the middle of a major property deal,'

but it can wait. 'Where can you meet?'

How about the Old Kent Road?

There's a car park by the gas works.

'Yeah, give me half an hour.' See you there.

Old Kent Road, eh, Jack? Think you've found your natural home.

Why don't you leave Mayfair...to me?

I'll get it off you one way or another.

Recorded yesterday.

Technically, it should have been destroyed.

'Patchy signal. I need to change networks.

'So what did you do with the gun?'

He looks agitated.

'So, who's this?'

Who's that?

Charles Napier, senior MI5 Officer.

'He had kids, he had two kids. You're a murdering bastard. Relax.'

What was he told?

To let a murderer walk free.

Why? National security.

Shred these, Dom.

'Once the national security button is pressed,

'the law as most people understand it goes out the window.

'Cases are closed, evidence disposed of.

'It's game over for the usual routes to justice.

'Which is why I thought of you.

'He must be offering something substantial to be able to walk away from a murder.'

He claims to know money men supplying terrorist cells.

He's going to inform on them.

Well, we can't go near that.

No, no, of course not.

But once those men have been picked up, what then?

Is it right that Ahmed's reward is freedom?

Don't have lunch before you read this. It's ugly.

I'll tell you something about Cauli.

Yes, he was tough when he had to be,

but underneath that 22-stone frame beat the heart of a little lamb.

It's a shame that heart had to pack up.

Night-night, big man...

Ain't this a bit mean?

Put a 17-year-old in a coma.

Glassed a landlord.

She bit a man's nose right off.

Fair dos. You were supposed to leave this to me. I am.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Hold up, stop the music.

Which one of yous thinks it's funny sending messages from a dead man's phone?

MUTTERING

I ain't strumming on a banjo here, who sent it?

Is this someone's idea of a joke? We should go. Yeah.

Cauli?

You're supposed to be dead. Word went out.

People have come from all over for this day.

Oh, bollocks!

Nobody move, nobody move!

Don't let anyone out.

All right, all right.

Now I know what was in the box. Nice touch.

Well, we had to be convincing.

Oh, Vicar.

Out of order! It's emotional entrapment!

What are you doing here anyway? Don't you trust me?

Arthur Rose. 55. One of life's quiet ones.

He's dead and the killer walks free. Got a name?

Ahmed Demir. Career gangster. Born in Turkey.

This was the guy that took human trafficking to the next level.

He controlled haulage firms, paid off border agencies

and made lots of money by piling them high and selling them cheap.

And when you do that, you get lots of what he liked to call "spoilage".

Suffocation, dehydration. Young women, children, families.

All sold the dream of a better life.

Why's this guy not getting a kicking in some prison canteen somewhere?

He was never close enough to the action.

Left all the dirty work to his deputies.

Most of whom are now locked up.

When trafficking got too messy for Ahmed, he moved into drugs.

This is Arthur Rose, 55-year-old family man,

recently witnessed a drug deal in Epping Forest.

And Ahmed...shot him three times in the back.

I'm in. Where is he?

No idea. See, Ahmed's a canny piece of crap.

During the trafficking trial,

he established contacts with the security services.

He teased them with knowledge of terrorist cells and financiers.

MI5 were interested, naturally, which effectively gave him

a get out of jail free card. Ooh, that's ironic.

Yes, thanks, TomTom.

Surely you can't just walk out on a murder, though.

The police couldn't find the gun.

A conviction wasn't guaranteed and in situations like that,

if the informant's information's good enough, you can walk out on anything.

So he's under the protection of MI5? Yes.

Which is going to make him very hard to find. That's right.

There'll be a protection officer covering his tracks,

deleting his online life, taking him completely off the grid.

And once he's grassed and MI5 have got their men,

we're going to take Ahmed away and see that he faces justice.

For emergencies only. Pay-as-you-go SIM.

What's the emergency?

My brief told me to call every day.

You lot might take me out and kill me, for all I know.

But the case has been closed.

We'll get it reopened. Only this time we will guarantee a conviction.

How? There's no gun. We'll get him to confess.

Hang on, this guy is informing on terrorists in order to stay out of jail, right?

What can we possibly throw at him that'll make him want to confess?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Miss Jones.

The first thing we need to do is find out where he is.

Let's start with his solicitor.

I don't want 'em, Tanya. They're little bastards.

But their dads don't want to know. What am I supposed to do?

Well, as I said, I'm not a family lawyer.

Yes, but you're a lawyer, ain't ya?

I'm a criminal solicitor. Yeah, well, I'm going to do something criminal

if those kids don't shut up.

Do you know Jeremy Kyle?

What are you doing? Just looking to see what games you've got.

Latisha loves games, don't you, babe? You shouldn't have been let in here.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Uh-oh! Tanya?

Nadal looks like he needs to go for a little piddle.

Well, the loos are just outside!

I ain't taking him. I took him earlier this morning.

Nadal, I told you not to drink so much Coke, didn't I!

This nice lady's not going to like it

if you go piddling all over her sofa now, is she?

He done a litre of the stuff.

Oh, God!

This is what I like about you.

You do things in style.

Shall we get to work, Ahmed?

Ah, I feel dirty.

Just give me two hours, I'll take a shower,

have some sleep, er...later.

I think you sold your soul the minute you walked out of that police station.

You don't get to mess us around any more. Take a seat.

This will all be over, in a moment.

'Jess, how's it going?'

Discovered anything? 'Yeah. I don't want kids.'

Where d'you get them from anyway?

Oh, a couple of Polish au pairs owed me a favour.

'Oh, stop. I don't want to know.

'All right, I've got Ahmed's legal file,

'but I missed an opportunity to get his phone number.'

No, there's no address here.

'It's new information. She may have jotted it down on a pad? Post-It notes?

Yeah. Shopping list, call Mum, collect dry cleaning...

No, there's nothing here.

What about an email. Can you clone the hard drive? Yeah. On it.

You have a good poker face. You play?

Goodbye, Ahmed.

OK...all right.

New identity, cash, a car and relocation -

preferably back to Turkey.

This country is a...a shithole.

Let it go.

You...you have responsibility to look after me.

I am making a big personal sacrifice to give you this information.

And I should be duly rewarded.

Look after him.

Come on, come on.

'Are you done yet, Jess?'

Hold on a minute, Jack. I've just got to strangle this child.

Where d'you get this?

You, my cheeky little friend, could have a future with us.

We didn't make it.

Oh, dear! All right, come on, kids.

Come on, sweetheart, come on, out you go.

Thanks so much, Tanya. Off we go.

OK, it's a pay-as-you-go SIM.

Used once to call Rhodes Legal Chambers. Perfect.

That should be quite easy to triangulate his position.

I thought you couldn't find anything. Where d'you get the number? Oh, well,

um...obviously, Thomas and I,

we went through all the data that was on the hard drive.

And there was a lot encrypted, but...

A kid stuck it to her arse.

Well, you were in the right place at the right time, then. Charlie!

What? I was going to sell you my train stations.

Hacking the call towers now.

Dropping in.

We have ourselves a location - Centenary Plaza.

What do we know about it?

We know that it is a new build - 2012.

"Space and freedom in the heart of the city." Blah, blah, blah.

Aspirational bollocks.

So not that much freedom, cos it's got a state-of-the-art security system.

Access via electronic key cards.

OK, so we find a way in and swipe a skeleton card from reception.

Mm-hm. Or...

WHIRRING

Wait.

Wait...

Bloody thing. Oop, there it is.

I think you'll find that should get you in.

HE WHISTLES

Very nice.

Oh, I'm coming over all copper, Jack.

I'm telling you, I want to bag everything up.

Yeah, well, fight it.

If we're going to get him from MI5 smoothly,

we need to know all we can. He likes a game of cards then.

These are professional cards.

How do you know that? The weight.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

'Jess?'

He's on his way back. One with.

Ah, OK, OK. Shit! What's going on? They're coming back.

Let's go.

Wait. We need to stay, we want to know the handler as well.

Are you serious?

What piece were you again on that Monopoly board? The chicken?

There's no chicken on a Monopoly board, Jack!

VOICES OUTSIDE

..I need to see some life.

We've been out. You've seen some life.

A walk around the park?

What are you trying to do, bore me to death?

I want to go out properly.

I'll talk to the chief

and see if we can find you a quiet pub or something to go to tomorrow.

Pub? Do I look like a quiet pub kind of man?

Just relax, Ahmed, OK?

I want to play some cards, roll some dice.

What about the...

the casino we passed?

If we go around six, it will be quiet.

Napier told you to look after me.

The situation is delicate at the moment. You need to stay safe.

Aha, I get it. Going in on them, huh?

The raid's tonight, maybe after that we could consider it.

I'm up on the secure comms.

They've tracked the financiers to a Turkish coffee shop from the information Ahmed provided.

And they're in position. Police?

Special forces. Two units. Armed to the teeth, by the sounds of it.

There's going to be fireworks.

Codes going out.

Response from chain of command coming in...

Go from silver...

Go from gold.

EXPLOSION Ah, you...! What is it?

A stun grenade going off in my ear.

CONFUSED SHOUTING AND SCREAMING

SHOUTING AND SCREAMING CONTINUES

SOUND CUTS OUT

They cut the feed. So it's done?

Get some rest.

If the raid was successful, tomorrow is going to be a hectic day.

Morning.

Two terrorist financiers. No active cells.

Helen says MI5 are "satisfied",

but it's hardly the capture of Bin Laden.

So no loose ends? No. So...

we're up? Yes, we are.

Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Mehmet Aybar.

Hello, Mehmet Aybar. Mehmet was Ahmed's oldest friend.

He ran a haulage firm that used to ship people throughout Europe.

He's no saint by any means, but he's not the trafficking mastermind he was painted as in court.

He was set up. By Ahmed.

Mehmet and Ahmed were like brothers, so the betrayal was huge.

Now, if anyone was going to terrify Ahmed into complying,

I'm guessing it might be his oldest, dearest, most betrayed pal.

So, we lift Ahmed from MI5,

we take him somewhere quiet, wind him up a bit,

then we bring in Mehmet to er...guarantee that confession.

You've just got one little problem there, Jack.

Mehmet's doing 25 years inside.

Yes, well, like I said...

Today is going to be a hectic day.

There's a 30-foot wall running round the perimeter.

Mehmet is held here, D wing -

the most secure section in the prison. How many gates and locks between here and freedom?

37. Plus an automatic lockdown system. Plus 55 prison officers.

Plus four feet of steel.

Not impossible then? Piece of cake.

I can lay my hands on nine pounds of Semtex and a helicopter.

Would we get the helicopter back in one piece?

I wouldn't want to make that promise.

Helen will bollock me for misuse of resources.

You're so management these days.

How many gates and locks between the visiting room and freedom?

A lot less, but how are you going to get him out from there?

We'll walk him out. Jess, visiting orders.

Charlie, car auctions - nothing too flash.

TomTom, I need a line into the casino's AV system between six and seven tomorrow.

I'll be back in a bit, I need to ask a favour.

Is there no other way?

We need to push it to an 11 on the persuasion scale. This is a 12.

You should see some of the other things we do.

Oh, I don't want to know.

It's just one call to the Chief Constable.

How did you manage to arrest so many in one day?

They came together for a funeral. We had a tip-off.

What about this one?

Robbie Fitchet. Low-level muscle.

Any previous?

No. He's in for assaulting a police officer during a raid.

He talks the talk, but actually, he isn't anybody.

A bit of try-hard, by the looks of it.

I can hear you. On a scale of one to ten,

how thick would you say he is? Thirteen.

I can still hear ya!

I'll take him.

Good build. He's a bit pasty.

Hmm. Fake tan?

Yeah, I know a place. I bet you do.

What's going on?

You have been chosen, Robbie, to take part in a special scheme.

We'll explain everything once you've had a fake tan.

We'll have to cut his hair as well.

What?

Aren't I supposed to have some sort of a trial?

No, see, what happens in this new scheme is, we skip all that

and you go straight to prison. It's the cutbacks.

Oh, personal effects, Robbie.

Sign there.

I haven't been to prison before.

Well, don't worry, you won't be in for long.

Now, before you, er, go into your cell, we've arranged for you

to have a talk with one of the inmates.

So he'll orientate you. All right?

Oh, have you not had me before?

I volunteer here all the time.

Yeah, the prison has a relationship with the church I go to.

Our motto is - "There's always a way back to God."

Yeah, I really enjoy it.

So far, I've had two murderers, five bank robbers, untold druggies.

I don't do rapists or kiddie-fiddlers.

They can all burn in hell as far as I'm concerned.

Oops, God forgive me for saying that.

But anyway, what about you?

So, remember, when you receive the sash, you follow the guards out of the room, right?

Hi, Charlie Williams - Justice Department.

This is Robbie here. Say hello, boys.

Lovely. Now, Robbie is part of our new scheme.

So I wondered if you could just give us a minute and just fill him in on your daily routine?

So you're not a cop? It's a grey area.

What do you want?

We're here to break you out.

You cold bastard!

I've had three of your kids and you're saying you don't know me, bitch!

Don't you give me that look! You know how it sends me off!

That's enough. What? You got nothing to say to me, have you?

I come all this...

Get your hands off me! Get your hands off!

OK, everyone...

We know you were set up. If you work with us,

we'll make sure Ahmed goes down for a very long time. All right.

Follow my lead.

ALARM RINGS

Everyone out. Visiting's over.

OK? I think so.

Just follow everyone else. You'll be fine.

Head count, everyone back to your cells!

Your personal effects, Robbie.

Hurry up, mate! I'm on a meter.

Sign there.

This new scheme? I'm really confused.

Shit!

ALARM RINGS

He didn't kill you on the way then?

As if. Me and Charlie can handle him.

Out you get.

It's just this way.

How long will Ahmed get?

25 to life.

I'll be free before him?

Exactly. But only if you play it the right way.

You just have to scare him, OK?

If you hurt him, the whole thing will be blown. OK.

What happens after?

You leave that to us. We have to get him first.

It's not going to take them long before they realise

their Turkish bull has been replaced

with a podgy bloke sporting a bad fake tan.

Are we in on that casino AV, TomTom?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

Great. Charlie, on Ahmed. Make sure he's casino bound.

Jess, pick yourself up something nice and get your hair done.

You taking me out, Jack?

No, you've let yourself go lately. Someone had to say something.

Ha-ha! I've wet myself laughing. Arse.

Jess will befriend Ahmed in the casino.

She'll ask one too many questions, making him suspicious.

Are we all good? Can't wait. Let's go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jack?

Are you, er...leaving me here with the...big fella?

You'll be fine.

Mate, he keeps staring at me.

He's kind of making me feel a bit...uncomfortable.

If he tries anything, shoot him.

Really?

Huh. So just...

..yeah.

The...British public. So generous with their taxes.

All set. I've hacked the security main frame at the casino.

What have you come as? A bingo caller? No. Mobile DJ? No.

Gone-to-seed ballroom dancer? No! How many more of these have you got?

30, 40. It's Essex, innit? It's me metrosexual look.

Nice. OK. You know what to do, yeah?

If you're not happy, give us the sign, we'll be out in a flash.

Right? Which areas are we looking to go into?

We know his heart's still in Turkey.

He's probably feeling nostalgic after he's stitched everyone up over here.

Places and history. Poke those holes. OK. Don't be shy.

She's quite fit, isn't she?

I'm just saying.

Still alive, TomTom?

Very funny. Listen, Jack, he's just sat there, staring.

I offered him a cup of tea and he just said, "No, thank you."

Did it with a really funny look in his eye.

I think I offended him.

'Perhaps he wanted coffee.'

Relax. He's on our side. Anything on the news about the escape?

Not yet. I leaked the story half an hour ago. It shouldn't be long.

OK, as soon as it does, patch it onto the casino screens. 'Will do.'

You know, I could make you a cup of coffee if you'd prefer?

I said, no, thank you.

Yep.

Damn it!

Are you Turkish?

Uh-huh.

I've always wanted to go there on holiday.

Beautiful beaches. Ten minutes.

Always the beaches.

It is the woods you should see.

Oh, yeah, are they nice? No more bets, thank you.

Immense.

When I was younger, I'd hike out to Antalya with my friend.

We'd sleep out for days.

What was your friend called?

Mehmet.

Oh, Mehmet, eh?

And what did you and Mehmet get up to in the woods?

Ah, talk about the future.

Make traps and caches.

Sometimes, we'd hunt and shoot.

Hmm, it's a shame you can't do things like that here.

Ha...

You always have ways to get the same thrill.

Where's Mehmet now?

Why do you care?

No reason.

You ask a lot of questions. I'm just being friendly.

Uh-huh? Well, I'm finished. It was nice talking to you.

A piece of advice? Oh, go on.

You're a pretty girl.

If you spoke less, men might like you more.

Well, thank you for that piece of advice.

TV: 'And now we go live to our correspondent outside Parkway Prison.

'In the last few minutes,

'we've received reports of an audacious prison break...

'from Parkway Prison in East London.

'Mehmet Aybar, a convicted people trafficker, made it out of...'

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Listen, we need to go. Yeah. I've just seen it.

'..police are describing as organised and professional,

'but the police have urged the public not to approach Aybar if they see him

'as he is considered extremely dangerous...'

Excuse me.

That man over there - he is taking pictures.

Excuse me, sir, can we have a little chat?

Get your hands off me!

Listen, I'm MI5 Security Services.

Where did they go?

Don't know.

Who are you working for?

Are you with Mehmet?

I got her! Call it in!

Suspect detained. All officers to my location.

What is going on?

A friend of Mehmet's, look, she's wired.

I knew it! Bitch!

He slipped me. I'm looking! I am looking!

Your security's compromised. Were you given a phone?

They would have tracked you using the phone, did they give you a phone?

We need to get you out of here right now. Come on, quickly!

Who are you? Protection officers.

Protection? I already have protection.

Change of plan.

Shit!

Oh...bastard.

What is this?

Safe house.

Safe house? I was in a safe house.

This is safer.

It's a dump. We don't have the budget of MI5, unfortunately.

Who are you exactly?

We're Police. It's just until Mehmet's apprehended.

It shouldn't be for too long.

So, when do we play Mehmet?

Tomorrow morning, after a long sleepless night.

He's a bit antsy already, Jack. What if he does a bunk before then?

He'll be wearing a GPS tracker.

I got your jacket.

Did Mehmet say anything about me when he escaped?

We don't know.

Who's he talking to?

Not sure. He shouldn't be calling anyone.

All right, I'm doing the "glancing over" move.

Got any other suggestions?

Yeah, why don't you try the "get a rock and stove his head in" manoeuvre.

'I would like to, believe me. How you doing, Jess, you all right?'

I'm fine. It's just a shiner.

What sort of state's he in?

Er, agitated. Wounded.

In a better place for us, to be honest.

'Well, that's good. Keep up the shifty body language.

'Do as much as you can to un-nerve him. End this'

conversation on a sour note. Bring some tension into that house.

Fine. I bloody well will!

It gets harder and harder to find a truly safe house.

Once a place has been used once, its location often gets out.

Has this place been used before?

A couple of times. It's OK, though, it's safe.

I actually think the safest place sometimes is a prison cell.

Guards, three-foot thick stone walls.

Hmm. It might not be nice, but at least you know you're going to wake up in the morning.

I'll see what there is to eat.

What you doing?! Huh?

Everything all right?

When do I get to see Ahmed?

When we're told to. I want to go now.

They need to break him down first, Mehmet. All right?

Ahmed's smart, we need a bit of psychological warfare,

disorientate him, make him paranoid.

Once he's a gibbering wreck, then you can say hello.

Look, we've all had a long day.

Why don't we just go and get some chips or something? TomTom?

Fine.

This is why women get hurt, because men are not men any more.

Actually, do you know what, Jess, you go.

I'll keep an eye on Mehmet.

You two going to play nicely? Yeah.

HE COCKS THE GUN We'll be fine.

All right, I'll go get out my glad rags.

Oi, if you shoot him, I'm not cleaning up.

Bon appetit.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Do you want a game of cards after dinner?

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

You've been on that thing a lot.

Have I?

What are you up to?

Nothing.

Who do you keep calling?

No-one. Don't go getting cabin fever on me, Ahmed.

Believe me...

..I'm your only friend.

Eat up.

I think I'll get an early night.

Tell me...the girl's eye?

Ahmed did that?

She can handle herself. Still,

your er, your team is the kind of team

to let that sort of thing happen to a woman?

Don't get too high and mighty.

You're the one that was shipping women and children across the continent.

I shipped men who wanted to leave.

Ahmed was the one who was putting women and children into the lorries.

I didn't know anything about it.

You think you're going to be able to control yourself, when you see him?

I'll try my best.

That doesn't fill me with much confidence.

Let me ask you a question.

If you were there, with that gun,

when Ahmed hurt your friend, would you have done anything about it?

You know I've never really hurt anyone.

But in that instance, I'd have blown his head right off his shoulders.

Good.

Good.

OK, so I've got all the major food groups.

Potatoes, pies, batter.

You two worked out your problems?

Yeah, I think so.

So, what do you get me?

Chips. Lovely.

TV ON

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

Who is it?

Are you OK?

I keep hearing noises. Where's your friend gone?

Try and get some sleep.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Yes.

I'm not saying that. I just want some reassurance.

I haven't worked with him before and his protocol is poor.

I've...I've got to go.

Who were you talking to?

Oh, no-one. Just checking in.

Do you want me to sit with you?

Well, I'm useless without my sleep, so...

you know where I am.

He told me he was my only friend.

Who did?

The other one.

Did he say anything else?

Sometimes we see things that are not really there.

I'm sure everything will look better in the morning. Good night, Ahmed.

Sleep tight.

HE SIGHS

Is it time now?

Any more coffee?

No. Uh-huh.

There's this though. The man you killed.

Why are you showing me this? Time for a confession.

You write down that you murdered Arthur Rose,

you sign it and then we all get out of here.

I need a smoke.

Get out of my way.

You really need to listen to Jack.

I can smell the traitor.

What are you two on?

Why are you trying to get into my head?

You're not protection officers. Who are you?

You're wasting time. Who are you?

Write the confession, Ahmed. Or what?

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR Who is that?

It's Mehmet. You are lying.

This whole thing is bullshit.

You're just trying to screw with my head.

It's Napier, isn't it?

He gets what he want and now he want to wriggle out from the deal.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

We know you did it. So write the confession.

You think I'm falling for this crap?

I'm not writing anything.

Hello, traitor. You're going to jail for murdering Arthur Rose.

We figured you wouldn't confess to us, so we had to raise the stakes a little.

Stay away from me. Mehmet.

Write the confession.

HE ROARS

Mehmet, Mehmet, that wasn't the deal!

Deal's off.

Mehmet, put the knife down.

This was not what we planned!

Ahmed!

Wait!

Ahmed!

Get in. Ahmed, get in!

You'll be on your own.

Come on!

Go on! Go on!

He's getting closer.

Put your foot down!

I'm going as fast as we can! Go on!

Go on!

Get down!

Traitor!

Ahmed!

I'll find you. Ahmed!

Remember Antalya?

Ahmed!

I could always track you.

Ahmed!

Hey!

Ahmed!

Ahmed!

Ahmed!

GUNSHOTS

WHISTLING

You always were good at hiding things.

Like your loyalty.

I'm going to gut you like the dog you are.

Boo.

We're done. Let's go.

Enjoy your solitary, my friend.

DOGS BARK Armed police!

Put your weapon down! Stay where you are!

Put your hands on your head.

Hang on, this guy is informing on terrorists

in order to stay out of jail, right?

What can we possibly throw at him to make him want to confess?

We're here to break you out.

Don't you give me that look, you know how it sends me off.

We know you were set up. If you work with us, we'll make sure Ahmed goes down for a very long time.

How? You're going to say boo to him.

The first thing we need to do, Jack, is guarantee a conviction.

OK, how do we guarantee conviction? The gun.

How are we going to find that? We get Ahmed to show us.

By setting up a safe house close to the crime scene...

and then faking a situation where he'll lead us directly to it.

Boo.

I was kidnapped. There were two teams.

I want the second one arrested!

They exposed me to mental torture.

Is that the same team you escaped from the casino with?

I didn't escape. I was kidnapped.

You were seen getting into a car of your own free will.

Listen to me, there was a woman at the casino.

They set me up. She had a wire on her.

Oh, a wire?

I want my call now. You've already used it.

We can't help you any more.

Napier! I have information!

Napier!

You can't do this to me!

You can't do this to me!

Napier!

That could have gone very wrong.

What can I say? I'm all about the trust. Unlike Ahmed.

You've done a good thing. Thank you.

You couldn't drop Mehmet off for us, could you? Are you serious?

Yeah, I would take him, but I've got this property deal to take care of.

If he kills me, it's on you. He's not a killer.

And who'd want to kill you?

This lady's going to call a couple of people.

When they meet you, give them this.

Thank you.

Six, seven...

Ah!

?800 tax! Uh-huh. Bloody taxman.

I haven't got it. I've spent all my money.

Living above your means again, Jess?

Tell you what, I'll give you 100 quid for Mayfair.

You offered me two streets and 1,000 quid the other day.

That's the vagaries of the market, kid. Come on.

Er, you won't become a tycoon with that attitude.

I'll buy it off you, Jess. Thank you, TomTom.

You are a soft fool, Thomas. In the game!

Eight.

Oh-oh! Woohoo! Off you go, you little toerag!

LAUGHTER

Hang on, I've got me card. What card?

Me get out of jail...

I was told to give you this.

What can we do for you?

You can er, buy mine if you want, Jack, for a good price.

Thanks, Charlie, but you're all right.

You know, sometimes it's just nice to sit back, put your feet up

and watch the world go by.

OK, your go.

I need you to find a way to stop him, Jack.

Jamie Caine, I thought you had him locked up for murder?

Nothing fun about Jamie Caine.

Charlie's right, we can't take liberties, he's too dangerous.

You really don't know what he's like.

I know exactly what he's like. I do. You don't.

If it goes wrong, I can't help you.

It's not about how tough you are,

it's about how far you're prepared to go to get what you want.

You punch me, I'll stab you. You stab me, I'll shoot you.

You shoot me, I'll kill every member of your family.

However far you go, I'll go further.

It's over, Jack, I'm sorry.

Your turn.

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