Move! Come on!
Go on! Get in there!
Stop. Turn around.
You're gonna punch in the combination of the vault for me.
Now move.
Allow for emergency to begin.
Nothing yet near. We're on the clock. Eight minutes.
Robert Crane.
That's right, you look at me.
Because your wife, Cynthia,
and your son, Darren, are at home thinking of you.
This is not your money. You got me?
So punch it in.
19 Unit, two miles away.
Five minutes.
Give me the card.
- Trackers? - Shelves three and six.
Only the ones with blue labels.
Moore and Hank, two, four and five.
On the right.
Now be a good boy and get on the floor. Don't move.
- Port, to emergency tricar, ETA? - Three minutes.
Three minutes. Need to move.
Scanner nulla. Come on.
You deaf? We need to move.
Jack, we need to go now.
Come on... Come on, Jack.
Come on.
Hm.
Did you tell him?
He knows. I told him everything.
I love you so much, nan.
DCI Wickstead.
Four armed masked men reroute the alarms, disable the CCTV,
and send a fully armed C-9 team response unit
halfway across to the wrong side of London.
So that's four robberies in the last five years, all with the same MO.
They just bowled in like a day at the dogs.
You're not making a fucking mugger out of me, Cregan.
I want Jack Cregan on full surveillance.
- Jack Cregan? - Yeah, Jack Cregan. 6'4".
Scary looking fucker. You can't miss him.
Sir?
What?
I just wondered what you thought our chances were this time?
Our chances?
Yeah, well I know you've dealt with the family before, sir.
The old man, Alfie Cregan. You nearly had him once.
Just wondered what you thought our chances were of getting his son.
I mean, he seems different in his profile. I mean, he is slick, sir.
He's never been nicked. You think he's...
- You sound like a fan, Julian. - Sorry, sir.
Now go and talk to some witnesses.
Yes, sir.
Oi, liven up. What's with the long bow?
Well, I haven't heard a word from you all morning.
Nothing.
I was worried.
Yeah, well, there's nothing to worry about. We're all good.
Everything sorted with the old mugger?
Oh, I, uh... I haven't had a chance.
You ain't had a chance. What the fuck you been doin'?
I had something to take care of.
- But don't worry, I'll get it sorted. - Dad, listen to me.
We can't have all this wrapped around us.
We need to get it moved now. Make sure you do.
Yeah, I'll get it moved. I'll get it moved tonight.
What's wrong?
Nothing, I had, uh... I had a lot on my mind.
That's all. Leave it to me. I'm on it.
Sam, you ready?
Jack. Come here.
Talk to me.
Uh...
I love you, son, you know.
Of course I do.
I'll talk to you later.
Right, hey, I'll see you tonight.
Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs,
accompanied by a lovely glass of champagne,
for the most beautiful woman in the world.
- I think a little toast. - Okay.
To us and the future.
You are so sweet and such a good cook.
Well, that is why you married an older man.
...live on the scene.
The four, heavily-armed men
escaped with a substantial amount of cash.
This robbery bearing all the same hallmarks of four previous raids.
Detectives are still awaiting extradition rights
for this man, wanted fugitive Raymond Dixon,
- from Spain's Costa del Sol. - What does this mean?
What it said, they want him back.
Don't worry, he would never fold.
- Are you sure? - I'm sure.
...to be the mastermind behind an alleged string of armed robberies.
Specialized anti-robbery units
working alongside the National Crime Agency
have pledged to do whatever it takes to bring these gangs down.
- With compliments on the house. - Oh, thank you very much, Pippa.
Pippa, go and ask Lenny. See if he wants to join us.
All right.
Ed. What are you doing?
Well, you know the old wives tale, Jack.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies...
...even closer.
Well, here we go. Here we go. Look.
Official police statement is, we cleaned out...
an amazing...
four million worth of beautiful pink pictures of Her Majesty.
Well, all I have to say is, to The Queen.
- To The Queen! - God bless her.
Right, so, minus expenses, there's 800 large each.
The rest goes to Raymondo.
He's a renegade. He's all over the fucking news.
- They want him bad. - Yeah, I know, I saw it.
But, listen, Ray's no mug. He'll let it be it.
Oi, oi, here he is.
Sorry, Jack, Lenny's off tonight.
Anything you want is on the house.
Thanks, Steve. How's your dad?
He's good, thanks.
Still playing golf every day?
Yep, every day still. You all right?
Yeah, I'm good, man.
All right. Well, have a great night, guys.
He's a good kid, him. Comes from a proper family.
- Good looking fella. - All right, then, listen.
Over the years, we've been very, very lucky.
We made a shitload of money today and no one caught us.
So what we all agreed? From this moment on, it all ends.
We've done what we needed to
and we've always done it well.
Brings a tear to my eye.
I'm being serious.
So are we all agreed? To new beginnings.
- To new beginnings. - To new beginnings.
Where's the fucking money?
I'm gonna ask you one last time, old man.
- Where's the fucking money? - Fuck off, you cunt.
Let's see how fucking brave you are now, eh?
Where is it?!
Fuck off, you slimy fucking pimp.
Not so fucking bright now, are ya?! Are ya?!
You're too full of it!
Go on, fucking do it, you cocksucking fucker.
You fucking slimy cunt!
Go on, fucking do it!
Come on, do it!
Search the place. Charlie...
Jack, we should go.
Everyone is back at the house now.
- Yeah. - You okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.
- You know they're watching us. - Yeah, I know.
I'm not saying let it go,
but we need to seriously think about this.
Think about what, Sam? I'm not with ya.
Four million quid is gone.
And I've just watched my dad,
your uncle, be put in the fucking ground.
We need to find out who did it
and how did they know the money was there
at that exact time.
We've got to look at this logically, Jack.
We've done business with most of the firms in London.
It could be anyone.
Should have turned us in years ago.
If you would have listened to me and Frank,
we'd be making a fucking fortune at the other gig.
- And we wouldn't be in this shit. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And Alfie would still be here.
Well, let's get it right, Sam.
If we would have listened to you,
we would have been doing a 30 stretch or dead.
And we'd fuckin' ubered over there. The amount of gear...
Hey, boy... Who are you talking to...?
- Boy? - Who are you talking to, boy?
- Are you boy enough, eh? - Who the fuck you talking to?
Oi. Oi. Oi!
Sit down and remember where you are.
None of that shit matters anymore.
Look, as a group, let's not forget something here.
That bit of money was our out money.
So what we gonna do now?
Like I said, we need to think about this.
We've got the NCA breathing down our fucking necks.
Wickstead on our case.
He never got Alfie, so now he's obsessed with you, Jack.
Like you've always told me... told us.
Never panic. Deep breath.
Count to ten before you do anything.
Don't treat me like mug and get yourself nicked now.
Let the dust settle. Wait.
I love you, son, you know?
You want me to get a closer look?
Nah, don't bother.
There was a time when we would have fitted him up
with a tape from another bloke, even if it didn't stick.
He would have had his card marked.
The bad old days, you mean.
Yeah, yeah, the bad old days before there was forensics, and DNA,
and all the other stuff that we haven't fucking got on him.
You have no new messages. One saved message.
Alfie, it's Holly.
Let me know what time you arrive and what time you can get to the club.
To listen to the message again, press one.
To call the number back, press two.
Hi, this is Holly. I'm back in Marbella at the moment,
but I'll be picking up messages.
Holly, you don't know me.
My name is Jack Cregan, I'm Alfie Cregan's son.
Can you do me a favor and call me back urgently on this number?
He's gonna go in there and he's gonna murder many more.
Should I call it in?
No. Let him do us all a fucking favor.
You're absolutely beautiful, darling.
You're as cute as a button, you know that.
Thank you.
Jack, what a surprise.
It was a beautiful turnout yesterday.
- Yeah, yeah, it was. - You want a drink?
- Yeah. - Steve.
- Hi, Jack. - How are ya, Steve?
- What are you having? - I'll have a vodka tonic please.
- Lime? - Yeah.
Cheers, mate.
Sorry about the old man.
I really appreciate it.
Sorry about your old man.
He knew it.
There is nothing in this world that hurts me more
than paying someone good fucking wages,
then to find out that they raided!
Feeding off ya. Having you over.
Biting the fucking hand that feeds ya!
Ain't that right, Steve?
What are you talking about?
You want me to put it in plain fucking English, shall I?
Dipping in the Jack and Jill.
Right or wrong? Right or wrong?
Leave him, he is a fucking kid. What's the matter with ya?
Who the fuck are you? Comin' here and give it large?
That was a fucking libby and you know it.
Libby.
Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
Sounds like his old man.
If he ain't careful, he's going to wind up like him and all.
What the fuck you doing here on your own, anyway?
I just came here 'cause I wanted to talk to you.
Yeah, well, I know nothing about your old man.
All I know is that you were the last person
to speak to him before he died.
- Now what you want me to say? - On his fucking mobile.
Your name, your number. Now, did you speak to him?
Yeah, I did speak to him.
About a bit of private business
that's got nothing to do with you.
I speak to a lot of people about a lot of things.
They also got nothing to do with you!
I'll tell you what, if I hear anything, I'll let you know.
You're one lucky fucking face.
I'm going to go and check it out.
No, I'm doing it my way. You hear me? My fucking way!
I should have done him and his old man together the way I fucking said.
Hello?
Jack, it's Steve. I'm still at the hospital.
They kept me in overnight.
They're gonna do some more tests 'cause I came in unconscious.
Well, that's good, because it's always best to be sure, you know that.
Look, Jack... I just wanna say thanks.
Don't be daft. You don't have to thank me for nothing.
Listen, there's, um...
There's something I need to tell you.
Between me and you.
The night your dad was killed...
Yeah?
Lenny told me to keep you in that club no matter what.
Say that again.
I just needed to tell ya.
- Guess now I'll go, mate. - You go.
Jack. Jack?
Sam, listen, I've just had it with Lenny's firm.
You need to get to my house now.
I'm on my way.
- What happened? - I'm okay.
- Are you okay? - I'm all right. I'm all right.
Calm down, listen to me. We need to leave here now.
What?
Get back in the house. Grab our passports and a bag for both of us.
I got here as soon as I could. You all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.
Listen, I've got to get Nic away from here,
can't be knocked down. Do me a favor, get rid of that.
Get that motor back to one of the lockups.
Jack.
Get in Sammy's motor. We're gonna take his car.
- I'll call ya. - Okay.
When Ray gets here and we all get settled,
everything will be all right, I promise.
One day... One day it will.
- Your guests are waiting for you. - Thanks, Maria.
- Jack. Nicole. - There he is.
I'm so sorry I wasn't here to meet you.
Got away as quick as I could.
Maria looked after ya?
Yeah, mate, we are all good. Thank you.
Jack, it's lovely to see ya.
Raymondo!
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm good, mate.
All the better for seeing ya.
Nicole, come here, come here.
Listen, I don't want you worrying about anything while you're here.
- You hear me? - Yeah, thanks.
That's it.
Actually, I'm not feeling too good.
I think I'm gonna have a nice long bath and lie down.
Is that all right?
Yeah, yeah. If it makes you feel better.
Yeah, okay.
Maria, take Nicole up to her room, would ya?
There's all the stuff there.
That must've shook her up.
Yeah.
Listen, Jack, the most important thing
is you're here, you're both safe.
The money is gone, Ray.
And you know how important that last little bit of work was to me.
I know.
What was he doing out here, Ray?
Fucked if I know.
You know I told you he phoned me, but I wasn't here.
I was in Gibraltar on business. I said wait.
Yeah, but he didn't, did he? I'm surprised he didn't.
Nah, he's... I've been out here so long.
You know, he's back in London. It wasn't the same as the old days
when we was running things together.
Yeah.
It fucking killed me not getting to the funeral.
Don't make 'em like that anymore, mate.
Did you know that they tortured him?
Before they shot him for the money.
- Did you know that? - Yeah.
I still got a fucking deep pain right in here
every time I think about it.
Jack, I'm on it. I'll give you my word.
How did they know, huh?
I mean, how did they know the money was there at that time that night?
I keep asking myself the same question.
I've got to find that girl. I've got to find her.
All day, I keep ringing her. She won't pick up. I gotta find her.
Do you need that egg on top of all this?
- Forget her. - Right, my dad's dead.
And me and Nicole, we're lucky to be...
we are lucky to fucking be alive.
She's the only one that knows anything about what's happening.
So I can't just fucking forget her.
Yeah, all right, calm down. I'm on your side.
Remember? But you killed two geezers in broad fucking daylight.
- That's not gonna go away. - It was fuckin self defense.
Yeah, I'm not saying you're wrong.
But you've gotta remember how important Lenny is.
It's like a house of cards. You pull one away, it all falls to fuck.
All right, do me a fucking favor.
The man's a no good dog cunt monger who's got to go.
You know that more than anybody.
Yeah, and he will. But we've got to do it proper.
Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
Look, I've gotta go. I've got a meeting.
Might be of benefit to both of us. All right?
- Go on, go. - Yeah.
- I'll see ya for breakfast, yeah? - Yeah.
- Full English? - Yeah.
Well, well. If that sordid little secret gets out,
it could really put a cat amongst the pigeons.
Good work, Mason.
Aye, aye. Comin' in.
I never get tired of looking at that. How lucky are we?
Look... What fucking life, eh?
What a country.
Should I stay, Ray?
When I look at all this...
It really makes you think about starting a new life. A fresh start.
Getting away from all this shit,
getting away from everything with Nicole.
It's always been her dream.
You know I'll do everything I can to help.
Yeah, I know that.
Life, eh? It's funny.
You never know what the next day holds.
Yeah, tell me about it.
What will be, and all that.
You being here. Everything that's happened.
I'm not with you.
Well, let's just say something's come my way.
You know, something a bit special.
- How do you mean? - A job.
Playing something to set you up for life.
We've been workin' at it forever, all right?
This one's the right time.
What are you saying to me, Ray?
I want you to have it. You to do it.
This is a big one, you've been waiting your life for.
I'm done with all that.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
Let me ask you a question.
If you start a new life out here...
How you gonna live? Survive?
Can't stay with me forever. You can't go home.
- And you'll always feel mad. - And you're not listening to me.
I said I'm done with all of that.
The only thing on my mind now
is finding the men involved in killing my dad.
- And we will. - Yeah, we will.
And you mark my fucking words, I'm going to kill every last one.
I believe you.
Look, just think about it.
That's all I'm saying.
Anyway...
You need some, just a little bit? To hold you over?
Yeah, wait and see how he throws everything you ask him.
Yeah, no, you're there, son. Right.
We'll take the motor down to the old town
and get some out for you then. Yeah?
Yeah.
You're gonna love this place.
Low profile. No questions asked.
When you do get that big number,
this is the place for a bit of fallback.
Maria, could you give my friend another brandy, please?
- Nightcap, dear? - No, I've had enough.
- Sure? - Yeah, I'm gonna have an early night.
Leave you two boys to chat.
Listen, we'll have one little drink with me mate, and then I'll be up.
Okay. Don't be too long.
- Nite. - Good night, my love.
Just you and me.
Listen, Ray...
I haven't had a chance to say to you
how much I appreciate everything you've done for us.
Oh, you forget it. Because I love you.
You're family to me.
Still, nice to know I'm fucking appreciated.
- No, but, I'm being serious. - I know. I know.
Thanks.
Ah, thanks, Maria.
- Gracias. - Cheers.
- Cheers, son, for the offer. - All the best.
Listen, on a more serious subject,
have you had a chance to think about that little chat we had?
Do me a favor, yeah?
Put yourself in my position for five minutes.
Oh, I have. That's why we're having this little chat.
That job needs done and it needs done now.
And you're the man to do it.
Sam.
Jack, I found out where Holly is.
Where?
She's working in a club over there down by the pool.
- I'll text you the name of it. - Thanks.
Ray, I need a favor. Can I borrow your motor?
Yeah, of course you can. The keys are in it.
- You all right? - I'll see you later.
Sam.
Jack, I found out something about your old man
and what he was doing out there.
That girl on his phone, her name is Holly Harris.
It's Freddy Harris' granddaughter.
Freddy Harris?
He was one of Ray's and my old man's closest pals.
They used to run Southeast London together.
Him and his boy, Marc, were murdered about five year ago,
and no one ever found out who done 'em.
So Ray must know who she is.
The name of the club I sent ya,
that's where she used to meet your old man.
Cheers. Listen, I'll call you as soon as I can.
Enjoy.
Hi, my name is Rachael, can I help you?
- Yeah. I need a word. - What can I get you?
I'm looking for a British girl. Her name's Holly Harris
and I was told that she worked here.
Last couple of weeks we have been seeing her a lot with this man.
Why don't you find a seat and relax. Okay?
- Hi, guys, what can I get you? - Two small vodkas, please.
Listen, look, you tell me what I need to know and that's yours.
Okay, yes, I know her, and she's in here all the time. So what?
- Don't walk away from me. - This area is out of bounds.
I'm calling security right this second.
Don't you come near me. You dare touch me...
Rachael, please.
- I really need to find her. - Why?
I need her help. I need to talk to her.
The man in that picture was my dad and he was murdered.
Look, she's a close friend of mine
and I don't want her getting into any trouble.
She won't get into any trouble, I promise.
I just really need to talk to her.
Look, take my number and call me if she comes back in here.
I won't have to. She's in here now.
Champagne bar, red dress. Can't miss her.
Thanks.
Oi!
Hi, this is Holly. Please leave a message.
Holly, please don't run.
Just call me back on this number, it's really important.
I just need to talk to ya.
Yeah, all right. All right.
I did know Holly.
She's been out here a couple of times.
She put it on me for some help. She needed work.
I got her a little job at the club.
So why the fuck didn't you say so?
Because I didn't want this getting out of hand.
Ray, she knows something.
She took one look at me and bolted.
Well, from what you just told me a lot of people did.
And you're meant to be keeping a low profile.
Her granddad was Freddy Harris, one of your best pals.
Him and his boy, Marc, were murdered.
Now I'm asking you, man-to-man, as a mate.
Is that what all of this is about?
He was a slag sniffhead.
He'd have turned on a sixpence.
And his boy was just the fucking same.
Now who killed him is anyone's guess, but I tell you this...
They made a lot of fucking enemies.
Then we found out the boy left the door open for Holly
and me and Alfie looked after her.
For what?
'Cause it's the right thing to do.
That's the kind of geezer your old man was.
He paid for everything. School, the lot.
He was just looking out for her, that's all.
Why on earth didn't you tell me all this when I first got here?
Ray, I just want to know
why they keep calling each other all the time. That's all.
You know what? You make me fucking laugh.
You just do not listen!
You're meant to be keeping a low profile. What are you doing?
You're running around here, making yourself fucking busy!
You know something? You're right.
I'm out of order and I'm sorry.
Holly!
Jack, I'm sorry about running,
but I had no choice.
I wanted to call you, but I was scared.
Listen to me. You've got nothing to be scared of.
I just need to talk to you.
I just need your help. Please.
I know you do, and I do want to help you. It's just that...
If he finds out, he's going to come after me.
- If who finds out? - I can't tell you over the phone.
It has to be in person, away from here.
Holly, look, do me a favor. Meet me right now.
I can't. I'm leaving for London.
It's safer for me there.
Can you meet me when you get back?
It's a little bit difficult for me at the moment.
Look, let me try and work something out
and I'll call you on this number as soon as I get back.
Jack, I know the real reason Alfie was killed.
- It wasn't for the money. - What did you say?
What did you say again? What did you say?
Hi, this is Holly. Please leave a message.
Holly, don't put me on voice-mail.
Call me back. Call me straight back.
I want it.
I knew you'd change your mind.
Boy...
Ray Dixon...
Master draftsman. We got a file on him three inches thick.
Fat little good that's done us the last 15 years.
Everybody wants him extradited, but I want Jack Cregan,
and his merry gang of piss takers.
We take them down, one of them will roll over and then we get Ray.
We take down the monkey to get to the organ grinder.
Now a source tells me they're gonna surface soon.
So, I want court orders on delivery schedules
to all major security transportations.
Should we stick with freight to London or extend to the Southeast?
All of the Southeast.
Check out the routes
and find out how much money they carry in these places.
It will be a big score and don't bother with banks.
They are gonna stay low profile.
They know that there's much more money in these depots.
Well, what you looking at me for? You want a song?
- Fuckin' get on with it! - Yes, sir.
- This is it. - When?
Day after tomorrow.
You're having a fucking laugh, ain't you?
No, I'm not.
We just got the inside on it a week ago.
This changes everything.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Ray, this is old school.
We're on the pavement here.
I'm telling you now, I'm being honest with ya.
It's not about me.
Wrap up. Follow the drill. Upgrade your hardware.
Trust me, when you find out
how much money this place is holding, you're gonna change your tune.
The passport I've given you will get you in and out under the radar.
Call the number in the mobile when you get there.
I'll contact you with all the details.
I'll call Eddie. Get you tooled up.
Look after Nic for me.
I'll look after her. Don't worry.
DCI Wickstead.
Mason!
- Sir. - Get me two CO-19 armed response units
on constant standby.
I'll put a call in now, sir.
- Give them the green light. - Thank you.
Here you go, sir. Keep the change.
- You Cregan? - Yeah.
Here's exact numbers and delivery times for tomorrow.
Good.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I thought the NCA and half the metropolitan police are after ya.
You expect me to take this seriously?
We need to talk, Jack.
There is nothing to talk about.
- Everything is sorted. - And how'd you work that out?
Because Ray has got a face on the inside
and I've been all over it. That's why.
We aren't up for it, Jack, and you know it.
Sam, we can do this.
All we got to do
is play by the rules and the info, and we're all good.
Listen to yourself, mate. Don't you get it?
You're still running around
and trying to get our last bit of money back and now this.
All this because you wanted to be like your dad.
Let me tell you something.
The money is gone and that game is over, Jack.
It's dead. Just like Alfie.
Don't you fucking say that. Don't you fucking ever say that.
I've loved you more like a brother than like a cousin
all these years looking after you.
Can't strong it with me, Sammy.
We go in there now and it's a death sentence.
It needs prep, Jack.
Our preparation. My preparation.
I've been running about all day like a fucking lunatic.
Ray only called me on this, this morning.
- What's happening? - We're going back to work.
I thought all this was over.
Oh, please, don't give us the fucking silent treatment.
- What do you want me to say? - This is no good, Jack.
We're asking for trouble.
Let's just go ahead. Leave it.
Hold on a minute, Frank. Hold on one minute.
Look, I know I said we'd never do this again,
but I'm telling you now, this one is special.
We are looking at 30 each, if we get it done now.
Yeah, and I don't even want to think about the other fucking option.
He's right. And you know he is right.
This needs to happen and it needs to happen now.
Look,
I can't and I won't let my dad's killing be for nothing.
Just take a moment, one moment,
think about all the times that he was there for you over the years.
You know he was. I'm telling you now,
this cack is loaded to the fucking brim.
If we're serious, and I mean really serious
about ending all this, once and for all,
then this is it.
Okay, this is the main foreign currency depot in Canary Wharf.
It feeds every major currency exchange center right across the city of London.
It's private, discreet, and accessed by only one door.
There are minimal guards inside, but the whole place
is monitored with CCTV and direct armed response panic alarms,
which we ain't got time to do anything about.
Now this place has never been hit.
So were gonna go in hard with noise and surprise and get out quick.
Eddie will drop us off at the perimeter.
He'll meet us at the other side through the basement at the exit point.
We cut through the fence at the dead spot
marked exactly on the plans.
Dead on six, the doors will open
and the security van will pull up and drive inside.
One guard will get out.
One stays behind, leaving the engine running.
Two guards will take the money to the loading bay.
This is where we've got to be lively but careful.
It takes 60 seconds for the money to be transferred into the building.
Like I said, we get the money when it's moving
and we are marked.
You, put your head down!
Hands!
Keys! Floor!
Don't move!
Don't you fucking look at me!
We good?
We're good.
I said, don't you fucking move!
- Which way Jack? Which way? - It's on the left. On the left.
Go, don't stop!
Go!
You'll be all right.
Go! Go! Go!
Mason!
Frank!
Cregan!
Cregan, the game's up!
Sam, move!
Get up!
Show me your hands! Show your fucking hands!
What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?
Don't worry about it. We're gonna fucking go.
Just go. Just fucking go on. I'm fucked, mate. You go.
Just go. Just go, Jack.
Suspect spotted.
Can't leave the rear of building stairwell.
Stay here. Stay here.
We are under fire. Repeat. We are under fire.
Taking evasive action.
Get out! Get out of the car!
Move. Move. Move. Sammy, now.
Sam!
No, no, no!
No!
Identify suspect.
Is it Cregan? Repeat, is it Cregan?
Negative, it's Sammy Colen. Cregan is free.
Don't lose him!
The next stop is West India Quay.
Hi.
Holly, it's Jack. I'm gonna text you an address.
I'm gonna need you to meet me there as soon as you can.
- Now? - As soon as you can.
- Jack... - Holly.
Listen, I don't have much time,
but you need to tell me what you know
about what happened to my dad, and you need to do it now.
The night he was killed...
your number was one of the last numbers on his phone.
He wanted to meet me. But he let me down at the last minute.
He said he had to meet someone else.
My gran, Sheila, waited all those years to get him back.
It was her final wish.
He killed my dad and my granddad.
Who did? What are you talking about?
Ray.
Ray Dixon.
That's why I had to call you and come back to London.
It's not safe for me there anymore.
He knows it was me who told Alfie.
That's why Alfie went after me.
He went crazy, he was going to kill Ray.
Just slow down.
Slow down and explain to me clearly.
Alfie went out to Marbella to kill Ray.
No, no, no. No, you don't understand.
They grew up together. They were best friends.
- They loved each other. - It's true.
Alfie called me himself once he got the confirmation.
What do you mean, confirmation? Confirmation of what?
He's not your real father, Jack.
Alfie is not your real father.
What the fuck are you talking about?
That's impossible. That's a mistake and you're wrong.
I wish I was. Alfie gave me this.
He said if anything happened to him, I should give it to you.
And you'd know what to do.
Let me tell you something about my mom.
My mom was obsessed with my dad...
and she would never ever, ever have gone behind his back.
She was loyal.
She didn't go behind his back, Jack.
He raped her.
My gran was her best friend, the only person she ever told.
I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you.
Can't be true. That's not true.
- Can't be true. - It's true.
Ray Dixon is your real father.
No...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Ray is behind everything.
It was Ray who ordered Lenny Moore to kill your dad.
You need to leave here, Holly.
You need to go.
I'm so sorry.
Hi, this is Nicole.
Leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
Nic, listen to me carefully. You need to stay calm and don't panic.
You need to get out of the villa and get away from Ray, now.
Just get out of there.
Excuse me, sir.
- Where's the fucking money you nicked? - What money?
The fucking money, you cunt. Where is it?
Where is it? 'Cause I ain't gonna fucking ask you again.
Now, where is it?
In the bag behind the fridge.
I know it was you. I know it was you who killed my dad.
You ain't got it in ya. You're just like your old man.
Weak!
This is for Alfie, you cunt.
Neil, don't talk, just listen to me. It's Jack Cregan.
That favor you owe me, I'm calling it now.
I need your men standing by in half an hour.
We'll meet up in the usual way.
Listen to me carefully, this is what I need.
Change of plan. Lenny's dead.
Cregan has made a right fucking mess of it.
He's on his way to Spain, and I don't know how much he knows.
Don't worry, I'll get him.
Well, you should be fucking worried about it!
Get away from Ray, now. Just get out of there.
Nicole.
- Get out of the car. - Please. Please, Ray. Let me go.
Back to the house.
That's close enough.
Where's Nicole?
Don't worry. She's safe.
Where is she?
I tried to protect you, son.
Protect me?
You fucking set me up. They were sitting there waiting for us.
Frank and Sammy are both dead.
You should have stayed out of this.
Holly told me everything.
What did Holly tell ya?
That my whole life...
My whole has been a lie.
I was gonna tell ya.
You have to believe me.
You raped my mom.
You raped her.
She lived her whole life...
scared and worried
about what would happen if it come out.
I loved your mum.
He thought I was his.
You destroyed him.
Like you destroyed me.
Do you realize what you've done?
Do you actually fucking realize what you've done to me?
To my life? To my family?
He was comin' after me. It was him or me.
But you didn't have to kill him, Ray.
You look at me.
We're the same.
You and me, we're blood.
What's in me is in you.
No. No.
I'm nothing like you.
Jack...
Don't do this.
You can't kill your father.
My father is dead. You killed him and I buried him.
Jack!
Nic, it's all right. It's all right.
Look at me.
It's over. It's all over.
What are you doing? Why we stopping here?
Ray's deposit box.
Don't, please. Let's just go, Jack.
Please, for me. We don't need it.
Listen to me, Nic. We do.
- I love you. You know that. - I love you, too.
Gracias.
Gotcha!
What are you fucking doing here?
I'm doing my fucking job!
With or without a cause.
Couldn't find a way in, see?
Couldn't get a grass.
And then something lands on my lap.
Sordid little story from your family.
Ray Dixon is your real father.
You fucking people.
Now, Ray is a slippery fucker,
so he came to me to cut a deal.
If I call off the dogs, stop the extradition,
then he retires and serves up Jack Cregan.
I'm going to wet my beak with this
because I fucking earned it.
You see, Ray doesn't want you killed.
You're is his son, he's racked with guilt,
but he wants you banged up for a long time.
Just for his safety.
Why am I tellin' you all this?
Because that was before you started putting holes
in hardworking fucking policemen!
- Fuck Ray, and fuck his deal. - Wickstead, I'm begging you.
- Really? - I'm begging you.
I think you would stop resisting arrest.
Help me.
I think they'll give me a fucking medal.
Family, Jack.
- They really fucked you up. - My dad.
What's that? What's that?
- What's your last words, Jack? - My dad!
Fuck.
Get out of the motor.