Who's better at cooking, me or Aaron?
It's me, innit?
Homeboy, not even a question.
Yo, don't be lying to the kid, fam.
-He's not in my league. -Shut up, man.
Modie's gone down,
so I'm running the fucking mandem now.
What are you gonna do about the Turks, big man?
I'll chat to the Turks.
-When? -What the fuck, when?
When I'm fucking ready, fam.
Someone I know, they have food, innit.
They'll sell to us way lower than the Turks.
-Boom. -Sorted.
And you're, what?
Offering to widen our market?
Yeah. We take your food and sell it on the road.
That sounds good.
Yeah, we'll take care of everything.
All you have to do is sit back
and watch the Ps come to you.
What Ps?
Money, bruv.
You'll be taking all the risk as well.
Where I come from, life is a risk.
You either step up and take your chances when they come,
if not… you ain't going nowhere.
Man's got high grade for sale.
I've got white and B-dose. What are you saying?
I'm saying, where you getting this?
That's my business.
Yeah, well, how much?
-White's 40 grand a kilo. -Forty?
Bruv, allow them prices there, fam.
You think you're tough and them tings, brudda?
Can't come to them prices with bad man, rude boy.
Listen, cut that up.
You're making five times that much, brudda.
You best be doing something, man.
A'ight, Jamie is sick.
-Who's that? -What?
-Oh, shit! -Fucking hell!
Oh, shit!
Is Cam dead?
No.
So my point is, Jamie, Cam didn't get your reply.
Jamie, yeah?
The man then can keep doing
what they've always been doing.
Shot whatever to whoever,
I really don't give a fuck, bruv.
Just do it on your ends.
And if you need food, come to me.
So you think I'm here
to get your permission to shot food?
You're here to get mine.
You want to sell food, you sell my food,
or you don't sell nothing at all.
Oh, shit!
Listen, Stef,
nothing bad's ever gonna happen to you
while I'm around.
I ain't never let you down before, have I?
Have I?
So I'm gonna do my job and you do yours.
I am gonna need some of the Ps you've been making.
In fact, fuck that.
I'm going to need all of the Ps you've been making.
These are my ends. Mine!
Yeah?
And I'm staying exactly where I am.
I'm doing it!
-Hands on the wheel! -Don't shoot!
Remain calm!
Hands down!
Gunshot!
Yo, listen… Modie's dead.
Yeah, we know.
What about that pussy Jermaine?
We ain't gonna hear from Jermaine no more.
What happened to your face, man?
Don't worry about that.
We have one more person to take care of,
and that's Dushane.
And that needs to happen today.
Tell A-Road, tell all of these other crews,
I want everyone, everywhere looking for him.
D'you understand?
If they see him, shoot him on sight,
no matter where the fuck he is.
-So you've got my Ps? -No.
Your mum got it?
We ain't got nothing.
You'll have to do something for me then, innit?
Go on. Take that.
Pick up the fucking bag.
Don't fuck this up.
-Armed police! -Armed police!
Firearms.
No, that's… That's not mine.
It was my bag.
You nor Stef nor Abby had nothing to do with this.
Do you understand? It's going to be OK, bro.
Judge sees that…
drop the case real quick.
You answer the next question right,
I'll send it to your lawyer tonight.
What's the question?
After you get out, you come and work for me.
Are you being for real?
Yes or no?
Hopefully, this time,
we don't have to make the same mistake
we made last time, though, do we?
Yeah, last time was a little situation still.
I got a link to Spain and Morocco,
'bout to come through with a big bit.
More money than you ever seen in your life, bro.
Do you want to be a part of it, or what?
Part of it how?
By doing what you've always done…
selling food.
Your food, yeah?
I guess it is, yeah. My food.
Why did Ats do that to us?
They had him right where they wanted,
so he had no choice.
And if the people you love
know you'll be there for them, no matter what,
then they're gonna be there for you.
It's like me and Kit.
Something went wrong
and he was there for me in a heartbeat.
And he knows if it's the other way around,
it's gonna be exactly the same.
You get me?
Yeah.
But I was there for Ats.
It was him that weren't there for me.
If you're close to someone
and they make a mistake, and they didn't mean to,
or they only done it because they had to,
then you gotta take that on board.
Now, don't let hate eat you up, Stef,
because that ain't good for no one.
OK?
Give us a hand with this.
Grab the bag.
-Look! -Fucking hell.
There's a flight tomorrow morning. I need you on it.
You gotta sort out this shit in Spain and Morocco for me.
I can't just get up and leave, fam.
I've got my brothers here.
-I need to be there. -You stepping up, or what?
Flight's at six. Someone will meet you there.
Dushane's problem is a guy called Juan El Bueno.
He's the key.
You make him an offer.
Once Dushane is out of the way, he'll deal with us.
He'll make a lot of money,
but you and I will make fucking millions.
You gotta keep your dog on a short leash.
If you think they're gonna bite you,
you gotta put them down.
Every top boy needs to know when to make their move.
So why don't you
give me a number that I can take back to my boss
and then we'll go from there?
With this one, it was 10%.
-Nice. -Yeah.
But now, it's 30.
Thirty percent?
Thirty percent of the value of each shipment.
You see, right now,
I'm chatting to you for my boss, yeah?
But there might come a time real soon
where I'm gonna chat to you just for me, innit.
So?
So… you get the Duques to supply me
with everything that I need in London.
Like I said before, no wars,
just money and straight business.
What are you doing here, fam?
I weren't expecting you.
I just came to straighten a few things out.
I've been patternin' it.
-Oh yeah? -Yeah.
Twenty-five?
Chief, if you have something to say, say it,
otherwise move from man, bro. Big man ting.
Oi…
we're not even doing that.
So, I'm watching you.
You finished, yeah?
Niñato…
you are very quiet tonight.
Last time, you had plenty to say for yourself.
Big talk and big plans.
Big fucking plans, yeah?
Bro, what you talking about?
-You think I don't know? -Know what?
You and Juan cosying up.
This one.
Look what we have here.
Yo, what the fuck are you doing, blud?
What you saying about Jamie?
Look, it looked like one bag of scheming going on to me.
But you already know how I feel.
What about the brudda that killed Ats?
What about him?
We found him.
Yeah, that's a good thing, right?
Yeah, you'd think that, innit.
Your boy Kit rubbed him out
before I had a chance to have a word
and get to the bottom of exactly why he did it.
Why do you think he did that?
I don't know. I weren't there, innit.
Your boy robbed me of all the answers.
Now, it's over to you to get them for me.
Don't tell me that you killed Ats, you know.
Bruv, I didn't!
What happened?
My man was just supposed to bad him up a likkle,
make him know himself, innit.
He weren't even supposed to shank him like that.
Why would you do that?
Bro, what kind of bredren would I be
knowing what he did to you, Aaron and Stef
and not do shit about it?
Both of us, fucked.
Kit's gotta go.
What do you mean?
You know what I fucking mean, man.
If Kit ain't dead by tomorrow,
then you are.
We've gotta get the fuck out of here today.
The only thing is where?
Bruv, I've got a cousin in Cardiff still.
-Yeah? -So he can…
He can help line us up.
-We have to leave tonight. -What?
We'll figure our way around it.
What do you mean find a way around it?
There's no way around it.
I'm not going.
Aaron, this ain't about you right now.
Do you hear what I'm saying to you?
It's about all of us,
making sure that we're all safe.
Why wouldn't we be safe?
Go on, what did you do?
Yo, where are you going, Stef, man? Chill.
Hey, Stef, man!
Ay, yo, chill! What the fuck?
-Let her go! -Get off me!
-Yo! -Yo, yo!
Get the fuck off me, man!
Does he know what he's just fucking done?
Yo! Bruv, what the fuck are you man doing?
You good, yeah?
-Hey, what the-- -Step the fuck back!
You lot don't want this smoke,
I fucking told you that.
Stef, don't even worry.
We ain't goin' anywhere.
Everything that I do…
and all that I care about
is the two of you.
You and Stef, that's it.
Cuz, what's with the gloves?
Bro!
See, whatever the beef is between you two,
what I do believe is Jamie
is our fucking retirement plan, bro.
It's like you want to be out here
on the roads in your old age or something.
I don't.
So that's what it is.
Well, you know what, maybe you're right.
I think it's time we moved on.
Jamie!
-Jamie! -Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie, wake up, please.
Wake up, please.
Jamie, wake up. Jaime, look at me.
Wake up, please. Jamie!
-Just call the ambulance. -Jamie, look at me, please.
Jamie, look at me.
-Hello. -Wake up!