Babylon (2014): Season 0, Episode 0 - Babylon - full transcript

Can you hear that?

That's my heartbeat.

They say that TED Talks

are the most important
18 minutes of your life.

So, I'm nervous.

And I shouldn't tell you that,

but if I didn't

you'd figure it out anyway.

So, in some ways,

telling you removes a bit of that
invisible barrier between us.

I feel more relaxed, so do you.



It's honest,

it's transparent and

it's good PR.

So, team one up, ready?

We're gonna dig 'em out.

Heckler & Koch, MP5,
totally standard.

Exactly what you'd expect.

If you were down Cheshire way,
you might see an LMT Defender,

but down here, if you're gonna
mosh, it's a Heckler & Koch.

Yeah.

Fuck yeah!

Bit of that. I mean, that's
what we joined for, eh?

You know what I'm saying? Right?

Yeah, well, show me a 19 officer



who's ever pulled a trigger
outside the firing range,

and I'll put him in a glass box

and charge people 15
quid to look at him.

Inward opening door to the left.

We can do this any minute,
okay, any minute.

Just let the mayor
have his coffee.

Sure, just check there aren't any
corpses in the back of shop.

When did you get so cynical?

It's very unappealing, this
corrosive cynicism you guys have,

you know that?

Big break, kid.

Shit!

Fucking hell.

Armed police!

Occupants of number 15,
we're armed police.

Come to the door with
your hands in view!

What the fuck?

Show me your hands! Show me
both your fucking hands!

You can see my fucking hands.

- Stand still!
- How do I even know you're the police?

- Show me some ID.
- I don't need to show you ID.

Kneel down for me!

Fucking stand still, or
you will be tasered.

Well, which is it, kneel
down or stand still?

Turn around and put your
fucking hands on your head!

Can you stop swearing,
please, mate?

All right, put some clothes on.

Yeah, well, it's
my house, innit?

Do what I like,
wear what I like.

Maybe you should take your clothes off.
How about that?

Maybe that is the house
rule, no clothes.

Turn around, put your
hands on your head!

- Dad?
- Hey, go back to bed, Tyl, all right?

Go back to bed, now!

Fuck!

If you don't control
your dog, we will.

Do not taser my fucking dog!

Control your animal or we
will tase your animal!

If you taserise my dog, I
will fucking come for you!

Taser! Taser!

You tasered my fucking dog!

Don't! Stay clear
of my knob end.

Do not taser my
fucking knob end!

- Taser! Taser!
- No!

The subject has been
tasered and secured.

- Get back, ma'am.
- What are you doing to him?

- Get back now!
- Are you killing him? Get off!

Ollie? Ollie!

Right, meat and two
veg, all the trimmings.

Get off! I'm his wife! Get
out of my fucking way you...

Ow!

Have you killed him?

Have you fucking killed him?

Ronnie, get something to cover
his scrag end, will you?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I heard you already.

Yeah, I heard you already.
I heard you already, man,

you don't need to say
it again in my ear!

Keith, hello?

You're trudging dog shit
all over my carpet,

are you gonna pay
for a carpet clean?

Imagine living here.

Fucking shithole.

I tell you what, man,

I have got a fucking
3D printer in there,

I'm gonna print me off a bazooka
and I'm coming for you fuckers.

Oh, yeah?

I look forward to that.

Make a date for you.

Searched and secured.
No firearms.

Have fun with the processing.

- In you get.
- I am getting in.

Guantanamo bullshit.

You didn't have to
fucking taser me.

Yeah, well, mate, you probably
missed Strictly, didn't you?

Wanted to see someone dance.

What you looking at?
Bloody bastards!

Fuck! Fuck!

Control? Control?

Ripped By mstoll

The PR game, as we have
all known it, is over.

Communication is no
longer a one way street,

a 24/7 world requires 360
degrees of communication.

The age of information
control is over.

We're into information
conducting.

We can put up signs, we can
direct people, we can cheerlead,

but the minute you put up a sign
that says, "This is a no go area",

Sooner or later the whole crowd
is gonna barrel right through.

So what does this
mean about new PR?

For nearly 100 years,

the Police Dog Support Unit has been
providing backup and assistance

to officers across the capital in
finding, detaining and gathering evidence

on the bad guys of London.

What you're looking for
in a dog is tenacity,

commitment and doggedness.

Not to be confused with doggy...

His voice,

it's a little whiny.

Oh, we can rich that
up in the sound mix.

Yeah.

Few notches down on the
nasalometer would be great.

I'm aware there's no such
thing as a nasalometer.

- Hi, Miles. Jerry.
- Morning, Finn.

So, cappuccino for you,

double espresso

and, Liz,

my sources tell me our new boss
goes for a flat white, extra hot.

Thank you, Finn.

No problem. So, first
day, exciting.

Yeah.

I don't mind coming to work,

it's the eight-hour wait
to go home that's a bitch.

Mind if I sit in?

This is the dog squad ep.

Matt Coward starts shooting with the
Territorial Support Group today.

No, look, fuck you fucking
pigs, I tell you.

All right, but why
bring your dog?

- You're nicked.
- Why you got... Oh, come on.

Handcuff the scrote.
Put him in the van.

Next time stop for
a police officer.

Okay, can we stop?

Er, Liz, I'm not sure we're
entirely comfortable

with our officer being portrayed
using the term "scrote".

What is a "scrote"?

It's not too serious, probably
the nearest US equivalent

would be maybe punk or dirt bag.

I mean in a way doesn't the "fucking
pig" cancel out the "scrotes"?

It's a good point.

Scrote. There are no
racial connotations?

Oh no, I don't, er... Jerry?

- Erm...
- You gonna pixelate?

No, thought I'd put
him in the stocks.

Er, sorry to interrupt, fatal shooting
in Newham, just to let you know.

We'll put out a
holding statement.

Great. What is it?

Don't know, bit of BOB,
probably a bit too early.

Will you send me a draft
when that comes through?

You'll probably want to
wait for some protein,

we'll just put up times
and places, first up.

Seriously, Liz, we had 3,500
gun crimes last year,

137 homicides,

not gonna be looking over every
draft of every press release.

Fine, understood.

I will be taking a look
at this one though.

Send me the draft.

Er, scrote.

A worthless obnoxious person,

a gobshite or toe rag.

Scrote equals scrotum.

Scrote bag.

It's the whole thing, isn't it?

Fine.

Not an issue.

Stan, you fucking
plank, give me a light!

You get the call from HR?

- Firearms training application?
- Mmm-hmm.

They want a thumbs up from us.

- What are you thinking?
- I don't know.

You've been kidnapped,

you're sweating next to
the bad guy with a gun,

Robbie comes through the door to
take the shot, are you happy?

Yeah, yeah.

Think so, you?

Yeah, I mean, it depends. Yeah.

In theory, I mean...

But is it enough to
pull the plug on him?

Okay, guys. Just
spoken to upstairs,

it's your turn with the
filming, all right?

Oh, okay.

We have got Robbie with us.

Right.

Yeah, I'll move Robbie
to Carrier Four.

No, he can't go to Carrier
Four, Tina's on Carrier Four.

Well, look,

just keep an eye
on him, all right?

PC Damian Clarke, PC Davina
Lewis, this is Matt Coward.

Don't treat him like
a knob head, okay?

Hi, guys, great to meet you.

I'll be keeping a low profile.

The important thing
for you is that

you feel that you're in a
supportive environment.

Uh-huh.

We have found it useful in
determining officers' reactions

to incidents, to check
through a few key indicators

to ensure that you are fit to
continue at the highest level.

Yeah, fine, go on.

Do you ever have thoughts that
you would characterise as dark?

Mmm.

No.

Do you ever have feelings?

Er...

Oh, sorry. Erm...

Do you ever have negative feelings
that you find, erm, hard to control?

No.

Have you found, in the
time since the incident,

that you have increased your
consumption of alcohol?

No.

Have you found your mind lingering
on details of the incident?

Er,

no.

Oh great, great. Er...

Well, unless there's anything
else, that's all great.

You all right, mate?

- Want a hug?
- Fuck's sake!

You all right, ladies,
been there long?

Oh, come on.

So what you heard?

TSG are meatheads,
lunks and bullyboys?

The thick and stupid group?

No, no.

Robbie!

We've got the camera
with us today.

All right, mate?

- Good to have you aboard.
- All right.

Unless you did Motorway Cops.

You didn't do Motorway
Cops, did you?

You didn't do that, did you?

I fucking hated that.

We do not like the black rats.

We did not appreciate
that programme.

Er...

No, that wasn't my outfit, guys.

Look at him, he
nearly shat himself.

No, I love Motorway Cops,
I fucking love that shit.

Nice, nice.

Just to clear one thing up,

I think you might have
mistaken me for a wet prick.

It's probably my fault,

I might have wore the aftershave
that let me smell like a wet prick.

How about I wash it off and
we start over again, yeah?

And apparently there was an emergency
vehicle collision on the way to the site.

And these are real police
dogs through and through.

Liz. Gentlemen.

- Commissioner.
- Commissioner.

Just thought I'd drop
by and say hello.

And door's always open
bollocks, but it is open.

Well, this was my door, but...

Okay, fair dos, your door
is always open to me.

So, how are you settling in? Must be
quite the culture shock, I imagine.

Actually my
ex-partner's British.

Big Aston Villa
supporter, poor guy.

Mmm, I actually meant from
working for a website

to a job where lives
are on the line.

Oh, well, I haven't killed
anyone yet, so, you know,

you could be my first.

Yeah, well I'm close protection
trained, so I doubt it.

- Yeah? I might find a way through.
- I doubt it.

Now, now, Charlie, it's only careers
the media kill, not people.

Absolutely. You are the tough guys,
I'm just the messenger girl.

Great. Well, this
looks important.

And I understand you're letting
Finn do the 8:30 this morning,

but tomorrow, yes?

- Yes, I will be there tomorrow.
- Tom?

Well, I'm sure Finn's
filled you in already,

but we've got the Thai
extradition flight,

the Stockholm guys that
could blow up with the SIS,

the Kurdish demo which
is a probable event,

Yemen ambassador which we
don't want anything on,

plus the press conference
with the mayor is a big one.

Yes, the mayor's already
been raising his wiggy flag

at a dig out this morning.

It's wonderful he's
taking such an interest.

Shall we?

But we do need to make sure

the commissioner gets his fair share
of the gun crime reduction pie.

Absolutely, one large slice
of gun crime reduction pie.

Next to Key Lime, it's
my favourite pie.

Jerry.

Jerry!

Yeah. All set?

Back, back, back, back!

- Has he been shot?
- What's going on?

I said move back, so move
right back, right back.

But I'm sure I heard a shot.

Move away from the station.

Move right back. Right back.

So if you're happy to
sign off on the cut,

these are the approval forms.

Sure.

You're sure you're happy with
the plastic pigs reference

- in the dog squad ep?
- I'm sorry, the what?

When the community support officers
get called "plastic pigs".

They're cops, Finn, you know,
human beings say things.

We're good.

- Right.
- And the voiceover.

As you know the voiceover
is extremely pro-police.

I mean, I wouldn't
say it's bias,

but it is heavily anti-scrote.

- We're thinking Ray?
- Winstone?

He has played cops.

Yeah, generally as
something of a renegade.

We're hoping for Ray,

but we're also touching
base with Bacon and Theako.

Yeah.

Fuck! Is another one? Is that...

Did we know about that?

That's just coming
down the pipe,

we haven't had anything yet, apart
from, this one's not fatal.

Two...

Do you think there's a link?

A link?

Check out Sherlock Gnomes.

Get Cracker a cracker!

Two shootings in
London in one day,

not gonna blow
anyone's noggin, Liz.

Sorry, gentlemen, we
will pick this up later.

I'll get you signed off.

How are they looking?

Yeah, not great.

Yeah? Grey out?

Yeah, two who think
they're comedians,

one possible character, but even
he's not very fucking warm.

Well the dog guy
didn't seem very warm,

but he came out of the
wash as a lovable rogue.

I know, it's just...

They're cops, you
know, route one.

They're basically just
very, very fucking grumpy.

It's the cops, Matt, okay?

The problem with the cops
is, it's full of cop types.

Just get yourself down
the Embassy with them,

bit of interaction with the public.
Drama is conflict, yeah?

Bit of pomp and circumstance, but
keep your story nose on that, okay?

Bit of scale.

Matt?

Solicitor burnt me a cheeky one.

Constable Collistor, could you
just once again go over for us

the exact chain of events that led
to you firing on the suspect.

Are your fingers
crossed, Warwick?

You fucking rogue.

That's how my fingers go, mate.

Would you describe the aiming
of your weapon as a warning,

or was there an intent to fire?

Well, I didn't know the
suspect's weapon was a replica,

so the primary intention
was to avoid my head

being blown off from its
shoulder attachment.

So your discharge was
an act of self-defence.

Well, I wasn't just trying to show off
I had a proper gun and he didn't.

It's a joke, mate.

I mean you do the job,
soon as you do the job,

you're in the dock like a nonce.

Yeah, well I've done
my time, ain't I?

Two months at home
going out of my nut.

Watching daytime TV and
pulling yourself off,

it's not exactly
fucking Helmand.

Trojan 143, red BMW connected
to Newham shooting

spotted in the Wandsworth
Road area, CAD 1384.

Yeah, we're on it.

Saddle up and pack the
six shooters, boys.

Pack the six shooters?

Is that new?

Tony, that is pony.

Banjo, you let him go, mate.

What kind of demo
do they call this?

I mean where are they all?

Apparently a coach broke down,
it's still on the Harrow Road.

Oh yeah, sure.

Fucking timewasters.

So, as members of the
Territorial Support Group,

one of our specialisations
is public order containment.

Our remit here is to contain any
possible threat of violence.

We are the police, we are in
charge, that is the message.

We are the daddies, we are
the sheriffs of this town.

So what are your
hopes for today?

Er, peaceful protest.

You hope for the best
and plan for the worst.

And what's the worst thing
that could happen today?

The worst? Er... I don't know.

Erm, violent demonstrators
roaming the streets

with bricks, loads
of scaffolding pipe.

Watering cans full of petrol.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, that'll be fucking brutal.

You get one of those
up on a balcony,

lighter, spraying
down a rain of fire,

fucking third degree downpour.
End of.

Robbie!

Sorry, can't do that.

We can't allow you to attach
that to street furniture.

A lamp post.

Street furniture's
public property,

it's not to be used as
part of a private protest.

You can hold your
banner up, that's fine.

Listen, he has warned
you, now I'm warning you.

Step away from the lamp post!

Step away from the
fucking lamp post.

- All right, steady on, Rob.
- No! Now this is my lamp post, all right,

this is not your lamp post,

and if you try to attach
anything else on my lamp post,

I will verbally dominate
you, all right?

Well, go, jog on.

Keep walking!

We're ready. Thank you.

Do you think people at the back
are gonna be able to see me?

Oh, don't be worried about your
height, it's not an issue.

I'm not worried about my height,

apart from whether or not
people at the back can see me,

that's the only extent to which
I'm worried about my height.

Well, you could
stand on a chair.

I'm not standing on a
fucking swivel chair.

Well, I can hold the back.

No? Right.

Hi there. Hi.

Sorry, yes, the Yank is
yanking you from your desks.

I just wanna say a few
words about the department

and where we might all be headed
over the next few months.

I'm very passionate
about this role.

I'm not afraid to say that
I love coming to work,

although that eight-hour
wait to go home is a bitch.

So, listen, just a
couple of headlines.

The Met is engaged in a breakup.

We're dumping the journalists,

and we're asking the
public for a date instead.

She is so fucked.

The great thing about
transparency...

What do you reckon she
was doing at Instagram?

10 million black and white photos of
people's lunch, one story a year.

Yeah, welcome to London.

300 languages, 200 embassies, 400
potential high-value moving targets,

I'll give her six months
and she's scrambled eggs.

I wanna reassure you.

I have no intention of ripping up all
the good work of my predecessor.

Dennis Trafford did a
lot of good things,

as well as some things,
obviously, that were of concern.

You were unlucky, mate.

No, the commissioner
saw her TED Talk

on 360 degree communication
and his dick went on.

I will speak directly to you and we
will speak directly to the public.

Look, I will be the first
one to tell you...

As you can see, people are
still visibly shaken.

Police on the ground
are saying the victim,

a man in his early 30s,
died at the scene,

but want to assure...

Oh, fuck me!

That was... I wanna apologise for
the expletive that just escaped.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Here's an idea.

Maybe the police shouldn't
be doing racist banter.

Maybe putting
cameras in the vans

is actually gonna be a part of
the solution to the problem.

Hello?

Hi.

I do expect you to bring your
full attention to this meeting.

Erm... I'm sorry, it's
just that there's...

It's all right, there's news.

What?

Looks like another shooting
in Uxbridge, a further one.

Okay.

I think we all need to find out

exactly what's going on, so
why don't we thank Liz...

and pick this up later today?

News channels are going mental.

Obviously, they're bears who
hibernate 11 months out of the year

and wake up when they hear
the sound of shooting.

Twitter thinks Mumbai
is happening again.

Some comedian said
it was Tim Henman.

Her South Korean
wires picked it up

and now it's getting reported back
on gossip sites as a possibility.

Impossible, Henman could
never hit three in a row.

All right, not enough information
for anything from us,

just the vanilla, out of
the borough commands.

Right.

Er, your call obviously,

but you might wanna let the
press have, off the record,

the red beamer or
something more...

I am not pumping unattributable
horse shit into this situation.

We are not saying something
until we know something.

Right.

You'll action the inaction.

Full, no speed.

Er, listen, just so you know,
about Finn, he's bitter.

That's fine.

Finn and Trafford came up the ranks
together until he hit the arse ceiling.

It's the ceiling where you
can't get promoted any higher

'cause everyone thinks
you're an arsehole.

Sky sources are telling me that
these shootings could be linked.

However, Scotland Yard is still
to make a statement of any kind.

Ashish Joshi, Sky News.

So what have I missed?

What has he missed?

Bucket loads of bullshit.

We had Baker posted
with us for a week.

Very boring gentleman, Mr Baker.

The thing with you is, Warwick,

yes, you do shoot unarmed
members of the public,

but that is interesting.

Trojan 1. 7, Trojan 1. 7, fatal
shooting Uxbridge Station,

PCSO officer down, CAD 5732.

- Jesus.
- What's that, Hillingdon borough?

- Fuck!
- Two words, cop killer.

Two more, bye-bye.

Okay, so now there's talk of
a cover-up on the shootings.

There is no cover-up.

Well, obviously I know
there's no cover-up

because, if there was a cover-up,
I'd be covering it up.

See the news media's
like a crocodile,

if you don't throw them a piece of
meat, they tend to go a bit nuts.

And then if you do throw
them a piece of meat,

they also tend to go a bit nuts.

What we need to do is
just tell them the truth.

Which is?

The intel we have is mixed,

but, as yet, the facts don't yet
suggest the shootings are linked.

Don't yet...

And is the truth...

Is that true?

That is our current position based on the
facts we have in front of us at the moment.

Okay.

And if pressed, is there
anything, if pressed, offline?

It would be great for me to get a sense
of where you think this is going.

That is the current position based on the
facts we have in front of us at the moment.

Mayor's office checking
on a press conference.

There's no way you're going into
a gun crime press conference

in the middle of
all this, right?

Whatever this is,

no, my advice would be no.

Hi, Patrick?

Yeah, we think we should
float the possibility

of cancelling today's
press conference

due to the unfolding situation.

Okay.

One moment.

The mayor's office are saying
they completely understand

and they're happy to
go ahead without you.

Tell them our advice is that it might
not be wise to go ahead at all

due to the developing situation.

Hi, yes, Patrick?

Our advice that we're
giving is that

it might not be wise to go ahead at
all due to the developing situation.

Okay, I'll tell 'em.

They say they completely
understand your position,

but they're keen to go
ahead at this time.

Well, I'm sure the
mayor will remember

who's due the credit for
the nice gun numbers.

Well, he's a generous man and
I'm very, very fond of him.

Do you want me to
reach out to them?

No.

Sonya? I have an appointment
with my physio in an hour,

probably best to
cancel it, thank you.

Gluten-free.

So we haven't yet spoken to
the Uxbridge PCSO's husband?

- I just wanna be sure...
- It was a PCSO?

Jesus, Tom, why didn't I know?

I...

Everyone knows.

Thought... Thought you knew.

Yes, well, everyone might know,

but I don't actually know unless
someone fucking tells me!

I can draft something,

or do you want me to use
a few words from your...

- Have they done the knock?
- No, it's only just triple confirmed now.

I should do it.

I'll do it.

From a presentational
perspective,

I don't think you need to be the
one to deliver the death message.

- And operationally...
- I will be contactable.

She was a police officer
killed in the line of duty.

I'm doing it.

So, er, are they for or against?

Kurds.

For.

Well, for Kurds, against
Turkey, but for themselves,

you know, they want Kurdistan.

Yeah?

Well, why shouldn't
they have Kurdistan?

I mean they can have Kurdistan and
I can have fucking Robbiestan.

I mean there's plenty of
spare Stans knocking around.

Oi, Stan?

- What?
- Are you going spare?

They need a Stan.

Fuck off, mate.

Look at this, I mean, you
have gotta be kidding me.

I mean these guys are
absolute jokers.

I mean how they
gonna get Kurdistan

if they won't put
their backs into it?

I mean if I was them, I'd
be coming at me like,

"Oi, give me fucking Kurdistan!"

And what would you do if you were
you and you were coming at you?

If I was them?

Coming at me?

Well, I'd be tooled
up, wouldn't I?

I'd have a crash helmet
and a petrol bomb,

that is the only way.

You reckon?

Well, it works, don't it?

This bucket of slops. I mean...

They not gonna get on the news,
they're not gonna get Kurdistan.

But, right?

If they put themselves
about a bit,

suddenly you're
like, fucking hell,

maybe we'd better give 'em a bit of
Kurdistan and then they'll calm down a bit,

do you know what I mean?

Just heard a PCSO's
been shot in Uxbridge.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

How many holes do you have to
put in a plastic pig to, er...

If plastic pigs were
inflatable, right...

- The light on that is blinking like mad.
- No, no, no, it's definitely going flat.

It's definitely going flat.

Shut the fuck up, Robbie.

All right.

Everyone who was part of
Tiberius and the SCO light tea

deserves the credit for
today's announcement.

The fact that firearms related homicides
have fallen by eight percent.

But, nine percent, and knife crime's
down eight percent... Actually.

Proved that I was right

to support this initiative
from the very beginning.

Oh, you supported the initiative
from the very beginning, did you?

That's why you tried to screw us on
ring fencing for the first six months.

God, if we shot him, he'd claim
he was doing valuable work

taking a bullet out
of circulation.

We're here, Commissioner.

No, it's okay.

You're Richard Miller.

Sorry, of course, you know
you're Richard Miller.

Hello, Mr Lovett. Can
I come in, please?

Wow, yeah, er, this is a...

I'm afraid Fiona's
not in right now,

she's on duty, but...

I'm very, very sorry.

Oh.

Here we go, boys, worth a tug.

Visual contact, we've got eyes on
a red BMW, blacked out windows.

- Have they pinged us?
- Yeah, I think they fucking pinged us.

- Get the fives out, mate.
- Here we go.

Condition two.

Stop!

- Covering!
- Moving!

Armed police! Get out of
the car or we'll shoot!

Put your keys on the
roof of the car for me.

Keys on the roof! Step
out of the car now!

Drop your weapon now!

I haven't got a weapon,
I've got a blim,

and I've got a
soldier on the go,

and I've got an eighth of
hash back at the house.

It's just a blim.
I've just got a blim.

Nothing doing. Joker.

Rosie, get back in the car now!

Now, get back in!

Listen, madam, just
wanna say sorry

and apologise for any distress that has
been caused to you by this incident today.

We're gonna give you some
phone numbers to call

and explain why we've
drawn our weapons...

Course, the thing
about the Mongols is,

they destroyed everything
in their path.

Okay, they weren't
cool like the Romans,

they didn't build any
aqueducts or viaducts,

but you put a Roman legion
up against a Mongol horde,

Mongols'd win every time.

Right, brilliant.

Apparently, PCSO was fatal.

Shit.

Ooh, if this goes GTA I
hope we get a piece of it.

So, guys,

what do you think about Robbie's
application for firearms training?

Yeah, exciting.

Big opportunity.

Our loss, their gain.

Think he's got what it takes?

It's all about
control, isn't it?

You've gotta be in control.

I mean you can't always be
in control in this job.

If someone comes for you, you
need to be able to lose it.

But, erm, when Robbie loses
it, he's still in control.

Look at that! They
fixed their coach.

Let's do this!

Sorry, mate, you lot better head for
bed 'cause you missed your slot.

Yeah, we're here
for the protest.

Our coach broke down.

Sorry, pal, your static demonstration
permit was from 2:00 till 5:00.

Show's over.

Are you kidding me?

We've been stuck here for hours.

We've came here to march.

No marching.

Static demonstration.

You start marching, you're
going straight in the van.

- It's a free country.
- Yeah?

And you're free to naff off.

Go on, mate, get 'em out of here before
they get themselves into trouble.

Shit bag!

You fucking dirty...

Come on, mate. That was
well out of order.

No more of that, mate.
All right?

Wagons roll.

Get 'em out of here, before
you get yourself a ticket.

Ooh!

Gob on me, sir. I don't mind.

Public spittoon.

Lose your nuts, did you?
Didn't fancy the odds?

You could have vanned him for that.
Assault.

So, where are we with forensics?

Well, we have an
initial weapons match

and this is, they won't
stand behind this,

this is me pushing them
'cause they want more time.

But when I put them on the spot,
and said "Gun to their head..."

They said, "What sort of gun?"

Exactly.

They suspect a
shooty-bang-bang gun.

Off the record,

these bullets are all
from the same 5.56 rifle,

possibly an M4 clone.

Jesus, we need to grab our nuts.

Yeah, also we have a CCTV
match of potential sightings,

the same white Vauxhall van.

Oh, so the beamer
rumour was bullocks?

Shouldn't even have heard
the beamer rumour.

Commissioner, I don't know if
you saw the mayor's speech.

No.

Lot of other stuff going,
but I wonder if you

want me to put out a
corrective statement.

The mayor didn't
mention you once.

That's fine.

It's fine.

Everything's gonna
be the shootings.

Can we just make sure that
the rumour mill grinds

as slowly and quietly
as possible, okay?

Yes, Commissioner.

Gentlemen, sorry to
keep you waiting,

just to say in light
of today's events

we're actually gonna pull
the plastic pigs reference.

Today's?

We lost a community support
officer in the shootings.

Oh, yeah?

I mean, because it does pay off
that whole chase sequence.

I mean, if we lose that,

then all we've got to go out on is the
roll of underlay on the North Circular.

We're sorry for your loss.

I think it's the
right decision, Liz.

We're all for transparency
within limits.

The situation has changed

and my decision has changed
to reflect the situation.

Of course, of course. No
one's saying you were wrong.

You were right before,
and you're right now.

Two opposite rights.

Look, Liz, can we just sign off?

Because the cut is locked and
by the time this goes out...

Transmission's not
for two months.

Six weeks.

- Well, two months is not six weeks.
- No.

- No, sure.
- Yeah.

But basically...

No one will even remember.

Tragically.

Probably.

Can we just get a holding sign off?
So you sign it off...

A holding sign off?

Is that made up?

Yes, it's made up.

Yep.

Thank you, gentlemen.

He took that gob pretty well.

Yeah, it's hard to take a gob.

Gob on the face, condom
full of wallpaper paste,

shit in a paper bag.

Those are the big three.

I might email a thumbs up, yeah?

Yeah.

All right?

All right.

New personality questionnaire
for armed training.

But I hacked it.

Got the right answers
off a website.

Okay. The right answers?

And how different would
your real answers be, mate?

I don't know.

Lots would be the same,

but then there's what you
actually think, right?

All the murk and fucking dirt,

and then there's what they expect
you to say, that's another trap.

So then there's a level
of what you actually put.

"I do not mind being interrupted

"when I am concentrating
on a task."

That's not on here.

What would you say?

Well, do you?

What, really?

Yeah.

Well, I fucking hate it.

But they know you
fucking hate it,

and they also know if you put agree
strongly then you're a bullshitter.

So the right answer
is agree moderately.

Er, yes, there was an
emergency vehicle collision,

but the officer driving
wasn't to blame.

There will be a full investigation in
coordination with the ambulance service,

and we'll have more
details at that point.

Look, if you're pushing me,
I can go off the record.

Would you like the "off
the record" situation?

Er, the ambulance driver was
at the end of a long shift,

a very long shift,

he was of Somali origin

and they do chew the
stimulant, khat.

Whether this driver was or
not I can't say right now.

Anything?

Nothing new.

I mean everyone's saying
it's the same guy.

Everyone?

That's what everyone says,
but no one's said it,

but apparently they know.

They know, but we don't know?

Well, you know, everyone knows.

Everyone, but no one
will actually say it,

so we can't, you know,

say.

Hi, Rob, Finn Kirkwood,
Scotland Yard.

I've got an exclusive for The
Mirror, off the record, on guns.

The mayor, yeah.

Glory hunting.

Yeah, yep.

We have an idea
he cockblocks us,

but as soon as any credit walks
into the bar he wants to bang it.

Yeah.

Yeah, seriously, I mean I'll
let you have the numbers.

Right.

Er, listen, obviously this
is so far off the record,

even I don't know I'm saying it.

Yeah.

Yeah, seriously, I'm,
I'm sleep talking.

Any minute now I'm gonna wake up
and be very peed off with myself.

Shit, somebody's been shot!

Got another one. Fatal.

- Oh, Jesus! Where?
- Ealing.

- What do we have?
- Male, dead, nothing else yet.

I want the raw details on this
as it goes to Gold Control.

Sir.

I need you to update
City Hall and Number 10,

and, er, we need to review what we've
been doing up until this point.

And I want it made clear

that the commissioner perceived
this as an immediate threat,

as soon as that was
a possibility.

- Another one's gone down.
- Oh, shit!

What another, another?

Fuck! Lockdown?

- Well...
- Or did you see Adeel?

- No.
- Adeel just said...

Is yours a new, new one?

- Where was it?
- Acton.

Acton? This is a spree,
they're accelerating.

Looks like a potential
long range shot again.

- Same MO.
- Ealing or Acton or both?

I don't...

Another one's gone down.

Acton, male, 17:08.

Well, mine's male 17:08.

Is this the same? Is
it three or four?

- Four or five, you mean.
- Who's yours from?

Straight from Control Room.
We expedited it.

'Cause this came through
Sue for special attention.

- It's one new victim, one.
- Ah!

- We're on four.
- Okay.

Good, right.

Things are calming
down, that's good.

Four is so much
better than five.

That's true actually, I mean
five sounds like half of 10,

whereas four is nearer to two.

We need to take control.

We need to tell people everything,
including what we don't know.

Apparently, everyone here knows that
the shootings are the same guy.

I do not know that, that has
not been confirmed to me.

Tom, you two, out.

Look, Liz.

If I say there's a sniper on
the rampage and there isn't,

the city will shut down
and I'll get crucified...

- Yes, but if there is... and
then taken down and stabbed.

And then propped up at a select committee
and buried under bullshit from MPs

grandstanding three months after
the last blue light's gone out,

who'd lock themselves in
their downstairs toilet

and call us out if one lad in a hoodie
turned up at their daughter's 18th.

And then, I'll get dragged
through the papers

and stabbed again.

- Up the arse.
- No need to be disgusting, Charlie.

Look, at this point,

we need to face telling
people where we're at.

Yes, okay.

- Okay.
- You.

Is it best if it's me?

Every resource we have is being
deployed, that's the message.

We are flooding the streets
with vehicles and officers.

Home Secretary.

All senior officers are
focused on the task in hand,

that's the message.

I trust you, Liz.

Home Secretary.

Did you liaise with
psychological profiling?

I don't wanna say a key word
that makes them go crazy.

No. No, we're good.

Er, are you okay?

I mean he's gone pretty fucking
crazy already I guess.

Liz? Pull her out of there, I
need to give her an update.

- What?
- Hi, Finn.

- Hi.
- Mia.

Hi.

Ballistics report's been leaked
and it's the same weapon,

a sniper rifle, definitely
a single shooter.

Gold Control are planning to ask
Richard for a city lockdown,

- plan Geneva.
- Right.

Okay.

Er, we're not telling her.

What?

Planning to ask, no,

we have a cut-off point for what
she knows and we're beyond it.

- This changes everything.
- Exactly, that's the last thing we need.

- It doesn't hold.
- Well it used to hold,

and I'm holding back time.

You can't hold back time, you're not
fucking Michael J. Fox or L'Oreal.

She can't know everything.

Well, she should know this.

No, I'm protecting her from that, that's
unnecessary knowledge at this point.

Announce a lockdown?

She'll get murdered.

That's huge.

That's Richard.

Okay, you ready?

- Ready.
- All good?

- Just one thing.
- Yeah.

Don't put out poison against
the ambulance service, okay?

Oh, right.

It doesn't look good.

You don't spin against Mother Teresa,
even if she is a smacked out prick.

Right. I just thought
protecting our own.

I know this is a weird
time to reprimand you.

No, it's fine.

I just need to reprimand
you quickly so...

You're reprimanded, okay?

- Okay.
- And now, we're over that, okay?

Er, yes.

And tell them no more
filming on the documentary,

we are gonna pull cooperation from those
TV pricks until they fall into line.

Er, ladies and gentlemen, Liz
Garvey, Director of Communications.

Liz! Liz! Liz!

Intel, intel. All the fatals
have been at tube stations.

- They've got that?
- Yeah, that's him.

The two have been near
Holland & Barrett.

Shall we pick that up?

I don't know.

No, it's not gonna be Holland
& Barrett related, is it?

Well, no. No, but...

Er...

Just to say, two of the shootings
were near health food stores.

Holland & Barrett.

Uh-huh. Right, and?

We just thought you
should be aware.

- Thank you.
- Just in case it becomes significant.

Once we have that...

Bollocks!

I'm glad we said it
though, just in case.

Best to put it into
the cooking pot.

Thank you very much, everyone,
that's as much as we have time for.

Yes, one last.

Yeah, we're hearing that
your own ballistics say

that the same weapon was
used in all the incidents.

Can you comment?
Is that the case?

That is not the case according to the
information I have at this moment.

You'll understand if I wrap it up there.
Thank you, everyone.

Did you know about that?

Is someone confirming
it's the same guy?

We only just know.

I thought it was best for you
not to know, but now you know.

Okay, good. No, it was
so great not knowing.

- Good call.
- Thank you.

Er, it's Patrick,
the mayor's office,

he wants to know why you were
spinning against the mayor.

Tell him I don't know
what he's talking about.

Hi, Pat, yeah, Liz doesn't know
what you're talking about.

He says, "Like fuck you don't!"

The Mirror journalist let
him know, off the record,

Scotland Yard had briefed Tiberius
was all us and the mayor resisted.

Tell him to tuck his
dick up his ass

and fill himself with piss, 'cause
I don't have time for this shit.

- Oh.
- Hi...

- Dave.
- Dave, good to see you.

Hi, Pat, yeah, we're gonna have
to get back to you on that.

Give us a couple of minutes.

Believe it or not,
this is rush hour.

Normally there would be throngs
of people passing through,

but certainly here at
Cannon Street Station...

The Metropolitan Police haven't
issued any official warning to London

beyond the standard "Stay alert
and report anything suspicious."

Those who have come to work
might find their journey home

a little less
crowded than usual.

Juliet Mann in the city.

Liz, just breaking.

We've got him.

We're in pursuit to Herne Hill,
or Forest Hill, one of the hills.

Yeah, why'd you go behind
my back to The Mirror?

What?

Briefing against the
mayor and Tiberius.

- I didn't.
- Fuck off!

The Mirror? I've
done some digging.

Liz, sometimes it makes sense
to do things on the quiet.

So I'm taking that as an admission
and the act as insubordination.

You lied to me and
I'm dismissing you.

What?

You tried to fuck me
and I'm not having it.

Liz.

I'm serious. You can fuck off.

You can't fire your number
two on your first day.

Yes, I can.

What, in the middle of a fucking
killing spree? How's that gonna play?

You're going to trump this
crisis by kicking off a new one?

Nobody noticed
yesterday's mass murder

because the Met's
new head of comms

chopped her deputy's
cock off in Whitehall.

Very funny.

You're funny.

You have until 6:00 to
clean out your desk.

Looks like he's pulled up.

Two ARVs are there.

There's going to
be 15 for CTSFO.

Can we get any kind of
visuals in here, real time?

They're sticking a drone up.

Oh, any idea on the state
of mind or target choices?

He came up from Brighton
taking out randoms.

Yeah, best guess is this is a
cry for attention from his ex.

Yes, well, good plan.

- To some extent his plan is working.
- Sir.

What's wrong with going
on The X Factor, eh?

Commissioner?

I just thought you should know, it looks
like the target has a Twitter account.

Excuse me?

The guy they think is the
shooter, he's been tweeting.

Username, DoctorTeeth2.

Doctor Teeth?

- Is this significant?
- It's from The Muppets.

Doctor Teeth is the keyboard
player from The Muppets.

Probably not significant.

What's he been saying?

Well, rambling, lots
directed to his ex,

lot of replies to Russell Brand.

Is he making demands?

It's mostly emoticons.

Who else has picked up on this?

We've not confirmed the name,

so no established media, but
it's starting to get traction.

- His buddies and rumours.
- So shut it down.

- Shut it down?
- Hmm.

Twitter?

The whole Internet? 'Cause I
don't know where the switch is.

You can talk to them
about the account.

- No.
- What if people start liking him?

Yeah, I guess the fact that he
shot all these innocent people

would be a factor in whether
or not people like him.

Liz, we need to take control,
we need to be practical.

There are officers out
there, that is a reality.

You can't take control,
that is the reality.

Put your dick in the dike and
you're just gonna look like a jerk

as the flood waters pour over.

I can spend my time
trying to pull his feed

while he gets reposted a
million other places,

or I can put out the facts,

confirm the name and we
become a trusted source.

You're communications,
your call.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Hi, yeah, it's Finn.

Look, I know you're busy,
but I need a favour.

Right.

- She got my balls in a vice.
- Mmm-hmm.

I just need something on her.

Okay, I'll get back to you.

Wakey! Wakey!

Okay, overtime. Who wants
a piece of the action?

Multiple shootings,
not very pleasant,

vehicle searches, road blocks.

First half hour's for the Queen,
then it's overtime a go-go.

I'll take him down.

Tosser with a gun, it's just
a overtime fairy to me.

Ker-ching! My dad yomped all
the way into Port Stanley.

I think I can van it over
to Wandsworth or whatever.

Thing is I've got people coming round.
I'm doing fish curry.

I bought the ingredients. I've got a
bag of fucking fish like a coal sack.

Freeze it. Mince it.

Mince fish? You having a joke?

Oh, come on, proper
nut job on the loose?

Yeah, come on.

Ah, go on then, fuck the curry.

If my missus asks, there
was no choice, right?

Yeah, I'm up for it.

You don't get a vote.

Ah, come on, guys, I'm part of the
team, I've got a nickname, haven't I?

Fuck off, that's your nickname.

Yeah, sorry, mate, that's the other thing.
It's a cut, Spielberg.

What?

It's time for you to naff
off, mate, I'm afraid.

But why?

Ours is not to reason why, ours
is just to make skunks cry.

But it's all kicking off,
this is getting amazing.

Sorry, pal, got the stone tablet
from on top of the mountain.

- Go back.
- Get parted with it.

All right, and take
your shit with you.

Come on, guys! Come on, guys!

We're tight, we're a
team, you know, yeah?

Can I just talk to your super...

Talk to who you like,
we're Foxtrot Oscar.

- Ta-rah!
- See you later, brother.

Come on, Stan, let's get
out of this shithole.

Bye!

Governor? What's the situation?

Reckon he entered number 51.
Containment till I hear otherwise.

Could be hostages,
could be anything.

I'm on to Gold, you guys cover Black.
One, two and three.

Trojan 1 to Gold Control.

Trojan 1 to Gold Control.

What's happening?
Give us an update.

Yeah, he's inside a property.

Could be hostages,
could be anything.

Is there any intel for me?
Should we follow?

I'm going green.

Warwick? You set?

Set.

Move back, back behind the cordon.
Keep moving.

Yes, man!

Let's do it!

Yeah, we're on the bottom
of Westfield Park now.

Yeah, he's taping the road off.

Yeah, okay. Got you.

Okay.

The tactical commander wants
authorisation to go in.

You want to go?

Can you see me? I can
try a Skype connection.

Should we go in after him?

Do you think you should go?

Have you tried Face Time?
This is a shitty connection.

Look, if you get settled, it's
target rich from up there.

We're on the brow of a hill.

What kind of hill?

Well it's not massive.
But, erm...

How long to clear
the immediate area?

Er, 20 minutes, but even then
he could pick people off.

So how far? To what distance?

Look, I don't know.

Er...

Can you see that?

- How far is over there?
- Over where?

Over there to where we can't see.
To the flats over there, the flats.

Erm, a mile.

We're estimating a mile, sir.

What are you minded to do?

I'm minded to ask
you for direction.

Uh-huh.

Look, if we don't go in,

he could take pot-shots,
but if we do,

then obviously there's a risk 'cause
we don't know what's in there.

Okay.

Okay.

I need Gold direction, sir.

Okay.

We will give it to you.

Good.

- What is it?
- You'll be given direction...

Bollocks!

Hey!

Let's light it up.

Search light?

Get visuals.

Is that Trojan 157?
Are they advanced?

Tell Trojan 157 they
have authorisation

to act as they see fit until
we have strategic direction

from Gold as to what the
interpretation of the situation is.

How many followers?

203, but I think one of his mates
has clocked it might be him,

so it's rocketing.

What does that mean?

His spelling is horrible.

Well, I suppose he's
got other priorities.

Tactical commander wants
to know whether to go.

What is that?

Who's that?

It's... It's Sharon.

I don't know.

What's the advice?

You have authorisation

to act as you see fit until we
have strategic direction from Gold

as to what the interpretation
of the situation is.

That's the advice?

Yeah, until there's new advice.

Sorry, sir, it's not safe for
you to go up there right now.

- Seriously.
- Really?

Well how long?

Could be five minutes, could
be three days, apologies.

It's right there.

Look, seriously, mate,

I'm just gonna nip home, all right?
English law.

Oi! Hold on, pal. Cool it.

Why don't you go have a
cup of tea and a wank?

I live there.

Look, it's on my head. I'll
just go, you didn't see me.

Yeah? I'm gonna have to
ask you to step away.

Listen, it's my
house which I own,

and I wanna get to my
house, all right, boss?

Yeah? Is this guy having
a laugh or something?

Oi!

Rob, leave it, he's
safe, he's not gonna...

- Come here!
- Oh, Jesus!

Get down!

Stay down, I saved you. I fucking
saved you, you dickhead.

Whose house is it now, eh?

Whose house?

Yeah.

And the assessment we have is that he
has a field of fire cleared for a mile?

That's correct.

Are those crisps gluten-free?

And what's your view on the time before
we can clear the one-mile radius?

Can we get some gluten-free
snacks for the commissioner?

20 minutes for the
immediate area,

so the, say, er...

40 minutes for a larger area.

Well you have the facts,
with my informal assessment,

I would hold an intervention,
see how it plays out.

Is that the house?

I... I...

I think Pom-Bear
are gluten-free.

- Pom-Bear?
- Mmm.

Well, 1934...

That should be "hold off an
intervention," not "hold".

That's your strategy,
not tactics.

Oh, yeah, sorry, Commissioner.

I mean, technically,
I'm not even here.

Can you get Hopwood?

Okay, great.

Okay, it's him.

Confirm the name to the media

and let them know that we know
that he has a Twitter handle.

LMFAO.

He's tweeted LMFAO 16 times.

Sat on his phone?

Or is this guy on the spectrum?

Well, there is background.

Intel is he's had a lot of
contact with mental health.

Do we definitely want to live
tweet the execution of a...

Well, not a retard, but...

We're not hiding.

Release it.

Mike, it's Mia.

Okay. He's got a Twitter handle.

It's DoctorTeeth2.

Intel update.

Okay, we want you to
play the waiting game.

Intel is, this might
be his ex's place.

Okay, fine, fine, understood.

Shit!

At least he spelt it properly.

So it doesn't look so...

I mean, it could be worse.

Yeah?

Not really.

Unless he rips off a mask to reveal
he's actually an eight year old.

Hey!

I reckon I saw a muzzle
at white window three.

What do you think?

I think he's a fucking shooter.

He likes shooting.

I think before he gets
set up, we go in.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're going in.

We're in.

Trojan 157, we're taking
emergency action.

Cover, on me.

What are they doing?

Are they moving in?
What's the intel?

What's happening now, Trojan 1?

Maybe they're taking
their positions.

No, no, no, that's
a proactive...

Warwick, you all right?

That was...

Was that us?

That was him.

Trojan 1, what's the situation?

Yeah, look, we're going in.

I think we're going in.

You think you're going in?

We are going in, are we?

They think they're going in. No.

Don't go in.

Commissioner.

Oh, he might have shot.

Who shot? Can we clarify
before we go in?

Police! Armed police!

Move, move, move!

Pull back! I don't
want to go in there.

We are going in.
We have gone in.

Don't move! Don't move!
Don't move!

Shit, he's gone
through the wall.

He's next door. I repeat, he's
next door, in the next house.

He's out.

He's out the back, in the garden,
turning towards Black Green.

Warwick, he's out
Black Green, mate.

Warwick, you want it?

He's on his way to you.

- Warwick, can you see him?
- I've got him.

Put the gun down!

Police!

Put the gun down!

Man down, man down.

One dead.

TSG.

Fucking hell, it's her hand.

Fucking hand.

Get her out of here.

No, shooter's dead,

one TSG hit by a ricochet,
it's just a flesh wound.

Thank God.

Please send my congratulations
on a good job well done

with supreme professionalism.

Commissioner wants to send his personal
thanks for a good job, well done.

You all right?

What happened?

Thought I could, but I
couldn't get a clear sight.

Right.

I made the call, I had
to make the call.

Sure, mate.

Is that your frying
pan hand then?

Hope your old man knows
how to fry his own chips.

Apparently I'm gonna lose it.

Although I...

I think I can feel
something coming back.

It's a miracle.

I think it was perfectly clear.

The guys on the ground
kept in constant contact,

you were kept abreast of the operation,
and you made key interventions.

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, it was a mess.

So you know, I do know.

It was handled with
supreme professionalism.

And, er, the PCSO thing.

Yes.

I just wanted to say
that I thought,

on a personal level,

that was a very
decent thing to do.

Thank you.

And sorry your first
day was such a fucker.

That's a technical term.

Exciting though, eh?

It was exciting.

Front page.

Mmm, yeah.

Doesn't look great, eh?

Yeah, well, transparency.

I actually believe in it.

That's my flag.

You don't set fire to your flag
at the first sign of trouble.

Yeah.

Yeah.

We could have buried it.

I could have got you
to the easy win today,

then it trickles out and
you're fucked tomorrow.

Trust this is a new game and
we are playing for keeps.

And so would you say
you fired Finn today?

It's a bit of a
grey area really.

But overall, yeah, I fired him.

Fine, understood.

But just so you know,

the pub across the road,

The Two Chairmen,

it does horrible pies.

Yeah?

Great tip, boss.

Maybe you'd like to share one?

Finn loves those grey pies.

Good night, Liz.

He's doing you a favour.

You sack me, you're gonna
look like a liability.

You're the liability.

And what if I did
leak that story?

- What if he told me to?
- Did he?

- He didn't need to.
- You should have told me.

- There wasn't time to tell you.
- Was there time to have lunch?

Was there time to take a piss?

Was there time to adjust
your sweaty ball sack?

I talc my sack.

- You need me.
- I need you gone.

You need me, because everyone around here
knows what Richard paid to poach you.

- What?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I know about the
special pay grade

and the bump that doesn't
have to go public.

Whatever remuneration package I may or
may not be receiving has no bearing.

Just remember, Liz, open communication
channels, transparency.

Anyone you talk to, senior or
junior, when they're looking at you

what they really see is 250k
plus tattooed across your face,

and they're subtracting
whatever it is they earn

and coming out with a sum
which works out at roughly...

Fuck me, really?

That's where I come in.

You get up late, have a wheat free
fucking bagel in your gold helicopter

and I'm the ground crew.

Oi, geezer, do us a solid, yeah?

So...

Still want me to clear my desk?

A 24/7 world requires 360
degrees of communication,

so you have to ask yourself,

are you North or South Korea?

The most informationally
defended nation in the world, or

the most networked?

Personally, I'm eating my
kimchi in central Seoul.

- Oi.
- We are the police. We are in charge.

- Fuck off!
- That is the message.

Fucking hell! Fucking
time-wasters.

Fucking hell!

Step away from the fuck, fuck,
fuck, fucking lamp post.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck off! Well,
I'd be tooled up, wouldn't I?

I will verbally dominate you.

I'd have a crash helmet
and a petrol bomb.

Oh, come on. Proper nutjob
on the loose, what?

Give me fucking Kurdistan!

If this goes GTA, I hope we get
a piece of it. Fucking hell!

Maybe we better give
them a bit of Kurdistan

and then they'll calm down.
Do you know what I mean?

Fucking third-degree downpour.
End of.

We are the daddies, we are
the sheriffs of this town.

- Fuck off!
- That is the message.

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