Gangs of London (2020) s01e05 Episode Script

My son was hired by
someone to kill your father.
- You're saving his skin.
- I'm telling the truth.
Fuck!
Whoever ordered that
hit is more dangerous
- than the fella who pulled the trigger.
- Fuck.
I'll be the judge of that.
Have I got your word
you'll leave my son alone?
You have my word I won't
shoot you when you walk away.
I'm not giving you my son.
- I'm not sorry.
- Open the fucking door!
'Cos I'm not the one who should be.
- Head west
- (GUNFIRE)
to Evie.
She'll have a boat waiting. Once
they get tired of tracking him
- Watch over him, Mal, for me.
- Of course.
15 north, east 30 over
the brook, north 25.
And then we dig.
- Big or small?
- What?
North 15 baby steps will put
you a fair fucking distance away
- from north 15 daddy steps.
- Daddy steps?
Fucking daddy steps?
It's in metres, you twat.
- Fuck me, Darren.
- What? What's the problem?
Did it have to be your initial?
Doesn't fucking matter,
we found it first.
The guy's a fucking paedo.
One shot and it'll pay for everything.
We can get away from all of them.
Just us.
Load it.
Oi! Oi! Get away from that window!
Please, Mal. I've been
stuck in here for days.
Can I not just get some fresh air?
- Just for a minute.
- No, you can't.
You're staying here
until that boat arrives.
- But you can't just make me get on a fucking boat.
- I can and I will.
Now sit down.
That lad and his family want you dead.
Every day you spend here, the
more they'll come looking for you.
And your dad too.
You think I give two shits about
that cunt after what he did to Ioan?
He wouldn't have had any reason
to do it, though would he,
had you not killed who you did? Huh?
Hey, this is big, Darren.
Way too big to fix.
A lot of us are hurting now
because of what you fucking did.
But I'm still here and you're
still alive. The least you can do
is make sure that we don't
hurt any more than we have to.
Understand?
- Is there really no WiFi?
- Are you still bloody going on about that?
There's no WiFi. There was
none last week, none yesterday
and there's none today
and there'll be none
tomorrow when you ask again.
What about next week?
Well, the boat will have
come and got you by then.
- Thank God.
- Thank fuck. There's fuck all to do here anyway.
He won't even let me
look out of the window.
Read a book, play the piano. Do
something other than fucking mope.
Here, Mal, I need you to
go up to the inn at the top.
I've got supplies waiting and
the kids have got the wheels.
- They're out selling my stock.
- Your legs don't work, do they?
What? That hill? These
knees? Fucking suicide.
- I'll go.
- The fuck you will.
Oh!
You must've done something awful, huh?
Can't even get my bread and beans
- without looking over your shoulder.
- No, it's fine. I'll go.
- Just the bread and the beans, is it?
- Frank'll have a box ready.
- A box? Oh, great.
- Not heavy.
I promise.
- How far is that pub again?
- About a mile if you cut
through the woods and up the ridge.
Don't worry. I'll give
you the cash for it.
Oh, thank you for that.
Argh!
Ugh! Argh!
Ugh!
Uugghh! Argh!
Ugh!
Ugh! Uugghh!
Baxter, come here!
(BARKS)
(RAGGED BREATHING)
(BEEP)
(BEEP)
(BEEP)
(MAN SPEAKS DANISH)
Requesting F/R support
teams on all CCTV,
petrol stations,
transport routes, roads,
high streets, all surrounding
areas. Suspect code
Alpha-Foxtrot-Echo-7-3-8-4.
Edwards, Kinney.
(TREES RUSTLE)
Ugh!
(SIRENS IN BACKGROUND)
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
Hey! You've been told
not to come down here.
I swear, if you've taken any bullets
- I haven't, I wouldn't. I promise.
- Well, if you had,
you'd be hard pressed to
shoot fuck all with that.
That calibre won't fit inside
your starter pistol, boy.
Interesting piece of
metal you've got there.
Who gave it to you, eh?
Because, round your way, I
only know Mikey Cartwright
make a toy like that
capable of killing a man.
You know I can't tell you.
The same goes for anyone
who asks where I am now.
(LAUGHS) Good answer.
- How much do you make with all this?
- Enough not to worry.
Enough to keep this place going.
But still not enough to pay for
a fucking internet connection?
Cheeky bastard.
(LAUGHS)
How do you even start
with something like this?
You make what you know.
When you see one that close up, you
Yeah.
So
when are you planning
on telling me who you killed?
Frank?
Frank!
Service is slow.
Is it?
- Frank, you there?
- I'm coming!
- Can I help you?
- Excuse me?
Your pint is going flat. Why
don't you fucking drink it?
- Thank you.
- Sure.
- For Baxter.
- Hmm?
Christ, I haven't seen you in
years. What is it this time?
Evie sent me.
I hope you drove. I've got
a week of supplies for her.
You know old Evie likes a drink.
Can hardly blame her, living up here.
You ever thought about
doing a door-to-door service?
There's only five doors
within five miles around here
and in 15 years you're
the first one to complain.
- Fucking city boys.
- Get fucked, would you?
(LAUGHS)
Right, now you tell her, I got
no luncheon meat for her this week
but I've thrown in
some extra beef paste.
Her Albert loves the stuff.
- Lovely. Whatever.
- Yeah.
Aside from that, no changes
from what she asked for.
Well, other than the two
extra mouths to feed. Ha!
About that.
How long is he there? The boy?
Look, like I said, five
doors, five miles and 15 years.
We all help each other out
with whatever we need to get by.
And no questions asked I thought.
- You're a talkative fucker, aren't you?!
- Oi!
Once Albert docks tonight, sure
to Christ, I'll be the bastard
helping him refuel that boat
for you ready for the morning.
A bit of respect and trust
wouldn't go amiss, right?
I'm sorry.
Look, um, if you want anything,
or if the lad needs anything
All the lad wants is his fucking WiFi.
Well, we got fuck all of that.
Are you lost?
- Toilet?
- Right next to you. Where it says toilet.
Piss only.
- Shitter's out of order.
- Lucky me.
Lucky for both of us.
Here, cop hold of that.
- Terrific.
- Yeah. Can you manage?
Ugh!
Argh!
Ugh! Uugghh!
(PANTS)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
Ugh!
(SNORTS)
- Are you almost done?
- Almost.
Go on, love. Set the table.
OK.
Ugh! Uugghh!
(ENGINE STARTS)
Stay here.
I want nothing to do with you.
Just the jeep and your gun.
It's not a barter.
Cock the barrel open and hand it to me.
Come on.
She full?
Two-thirds. She'll do a couple
of hundred before she stops.
- It's more than I need.
- Dad?
- Jules, stay there!
- Hey!
Dad?
Please, don't.
I wasn't planning to. But I will
if you take another fucking step.
Now I've got a way to go, so
tomorrow you can call the police
and report it stolen,
not a moment before.
You don't want me as an enemy.
Do you understand? Now go.
Be with your kin.
(DIALS / RINGING TONE)
- The number you have called is unavailable.
- Fuck!
Please leave a message
after the tone. (BEEP)
Mal
(SPEAKS WELSH)
Shouldn't you be inside?
Mal he said that I could
I won't tell him if you won't.
Are you not gonna fold them?
Albert and I have been in
creases since the day we met.
Our laziness is one of the
few things we have in common.
And the kids, of course.
Er, Albert and I, it's
made us, having them here.
They came to us in different ways
but we love them all the same.
So, when's this boat arriving?
- Before dark.
- What, today?
Well,
Albert won't want to set off
for at least another day or two.
And if Mal gets his arse in
gear with the food and drink,
we'll be able to have a
proper send off for you.
Can't I just stay? Can't you
just take me in like the others?
- Ah, love.
- I can work. I'll do whatever you want.
I know you would. But you
killed someone, Darren.
Staying here longer than needed,
it's not safe for you, nor us.
(PANTS)
(MOANS)
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
(INDISTINCT VOICES IN BACKGROUND)
Oh! Argh!
Argh!
Oh! Ohhh!
(EXHALES)
Ohh! Ugh!
Oh! Ohhh!
(INDISTINCT VOICES IN BACKGROUND)
Oh!
- (PANTS)
- Are you lost?
- Toilet?
- Right next to you. Where it says toilet.
Piss only. Shitter's out of order.
- Lucky me.
- Lucky for both of us.
(FRANK AND MAL TALK INDISTINCTLY)
Ohhh!
Ugh!
What can I get you?
Oh, no, no, no.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Oi, come on!
- All right?
- Yeah, all right.
- Who are you?
- No-one.
- New recruit, Mum?
- Nah. Just passing through. Be gone by morning.
Hey, what's all this? Are you
fucking kidding me or what?!
Hey! You stop walking, old man!
- Evie
- No talking!
I'm telling you now, son,
if he drops my shopping,
there'll be bloody hell
to pay. He's with the boy.
- Go on. Give him a hand.
- No, you fucking don't!
You just drove right
past me with these bags.
I could just about throw
these in the house from here.
Where were you when I needed you,
- halfway to breaking my fucking neck, huh?
- Are you his dad?
Darren, get back inside!
Oi! There's a lot of stock left
over, you've been gone over a week.
I expected you to shift the lot.
We couldn't deliver
owt to Mikey Cartwright.
Not gonna be able to
anytime soon either.
Someone torched him in his kiosk.
- Torched him?
- Aye, he went up with all his stock.
Police had cordoned it
off before we got there.
- You!
- Evie!
- I knew there was something wrong.
- Evie!
Gimme the gun, gimme the fucking gun!
Ugh! Ah! Hah!
That's Mikey's metal.
And this, this is my slug.
Ugh! Tell me the truth!
- Who the fuck did you kill?
- Evie.
- Look at me, look at me.
- Evie.
- Tell me!
- Evie!
- Who the fuck did you kill?
- Finn Wallace.
Finn?
Yeah.
- (WHIMPERS)
- Finn?
- No. No, no.
- I couldn't in all right tell you, could I?
Because you knew, you knew
that I'd never fucking hide him.
- Get away from the window!
- Why? Why?
Just tell me one thing.
Why would you go after him?
We didn't. He didn't know who he was.
Darren! Will you step away
from the fucking window.
Dad
Aarrgghh! Aarrgghh!
Come on!
Get Darren!
Ugh-ugh-ugh!
(CRIES)
Mum, please
Liam! Don't let them surround the house!
Argh! Argh! Ugh!
Ugh!
Evie!
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Ugh! Argh! Argh!
- (GUNFIRE)
- Argh!
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Jesus! The roof!
Now! Get on the roof!
You see anybody's feet other than ours,
you fucking shoot them, you hear me?
Darren! Darren!
Get off me!
(THEY GROAN)
(CREAKING)
Go, go, go!
(GUNFIRE)
Cover me!
(SPLUTTERS)
(GROANS)
(COUGHS)
- (WHIMPERS) (COUGHS)
- Come on.
- (CRIES)
- Take your hands off me.
You fucking killed him.
You fucking killed Ioan.
You're fucking evil.
Get off me. Get off me!
(GROANS)
(WHIMPERS)
- I'll hold them back as long as I can.
- Thank you.
No, Evie, please,
come with us. Evie! No!
Be worth it, boy.
No, no, please, come
with us! Please, Evie!
No, get off me! Please,
Evie, come with us.
No! Evie! No! Evie!
Where does it lead?
Give me the gun.
Hey, give that to me! That's mine.
Here.
Here. It's worth something now.
(ENGINE CHUGS)
That'll be Al.
Come on.
We can still make it.
For a week, I've had one
bullet left in this gun.
And every day I saw it,
I swore I'd use it on you.
Take more than that to put me down.
I've done it before.
It only took a second.
No, son. It took a lot more.
(CRIES)
- Come on. Come on.
- (CRIES)
- You let me get you on that boat
- (CRIES)
and I'll let you
pull the fucking trigger.
- Come on. Come on.
- (CRIES)
- (CRIES)
- Come on.
(CRIES)
Come on.
- No, no, no, no, Evie.
- Keep her running.
- We had a fucking deal!
- Kinney, where the fuck is my wife?!
Aarrgghh!
Aarrgghh!
(CRIES)
Ugh! You get on that boat!
- You head straight.
- Dad, please.
(GROANS)
Ssh!
You push it as hard as you can.
- (GROANS)
- As far as she'll go.
- (WHIMPERS)
- Come on, boy.
Stay strong.
(WHIMPERS) Dad
Son.
(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)
Why did you pick him?
(GUNSHOT)
(RINGING TONE)
Hello. Mr Kapadia's office.
- Yellow 2-4-6.
- Yes, sir, immediately.
- We're done here.
- Everyone?
- More.
- Remove all trace and return to London.
Orders just came in.
We've got a new target.
Another son.