Giri/Haji (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
An ambush on a Soho restaurant ends with the Mori brothers on the opposite sides of a frantic gun battle - and prompts a series of flashbacks in which Yuto relives the split-second ...
As two brothers briefly reunite,
a daughter begins a new journey.
A boy tries to make sense
of a young life lost,
and the part he had
to play in it.
Threats from the past
rear their heads,
and old scores need to be settled.
In a night where drinks
are raised to lost loves,
and forgiveness and vengeance
are sought in equal measure,
chaos comes knocking on the door,
and a promise of violence
hangs heavy in the air.
GUN FIRES
SHOUTING
GUN FIRES
SCREAMING, PLATES SMASH
They're coming in round the back.
We got them out front as well.
Well, stall them here, Tyler,
but don't get yourself shot!
This ain't the Alamo. Don't want to
be raising a glass for you later.
GUNFIRE
SHOUTING
Fuck that!
Fuck that. Mike, Mike!
GUNS FIRE
Tyler, come on!
I'm on my way! Move!
INDISTINCT
IN JAPANESE:
Come on, this way!
GRUNTING, WHIMPERING
SCREAMING
HE GROANS
Don't fuck it up, Tyler!
Come on, let's go!
SHOUTING
SHOUTING
YELLING IN JAPANESE
Come on! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Fuck you.
TALKING IN JAPANESE
SHE GROANS
High score. High score.
BELL RINGS
HE GRUNTS
LAUGHTER
HE LAUGHS
HE GROANS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
CAR DOOR OPENS
CAR DOOR SHUTS
CAR HORN BEEPS
HE LAUGHS
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
SHE MOANS
SHE YELLS OUT
SHE MOANS
CAR CREAKS
HORN BEEPS
THEY LAUGH
MUSIC: My Favorite Things
by John Coltrane
CAR DOOR OPENS
DISTANT THUMPING
GRUNTING
GROANING
THUD
MAN YELPS
LOUD THUD
MAN GROANS
MAN WHIMPERS
SQUELCHING
MAN GROANS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
DOOR CLOSES
HE EXHALES
HE GROANS
HE BREATHES SHARPLY
YUTO BREATHES LOUDLY
# Take my mind and take my pain
# Like an empty bottle
takes the rain... #
SHE SQUEALS
# Take my past and take my sins
# Like an empty sail takes the wind
# Heal, heal... #
HE SCOFFS
CLICKING
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SLAMS
HE EXHALES SHARPLY
DOOR CLOSES
SQUELCHING, MAN GROANS
HE GARGLES
THUMP
# Take my past and take my sins
# Like an empty sail takes the wind
# And heal, heal... #
FUKUHARA:
BLADE CLANGS
BLADE SLICES
SHE GROANS
MOANING
HE GRUNTS
COFFEE MACHINE WHISTLES
They're moving kilos and kilos
of coke, heroin, MDMA.
Probably guns as well.
Except you can't prove it yet.
I don't need to prove it.
I know it's true.
Always a reassuring thing
to hear from a policeman.
Would a pain au chocolat
cheer you up? No.
Maybe.
Last night, a lorry
broke down in Slough.
Nothing particularly
remarkable about that,
except for when a couple of uniforms
turned up to help out,
the driver pulled out a gun,
started shooting at them.
Silly prick.
Turned out he had about 50 kilos
of heroin in the back.
Are we thinking it's
linked to my gang?
It could be connected
to the Lenjani family.
Speak to Joyce. See if you can get
some time with the driver.
Which one's Joyce? She's come
over from CSE. She's new.
Got it.
Psst.
Chinese tonight?
LONDON ACCENT: What you doing, fam?
What's tricks?
Wagwan, piff ting?
COCKNEY ACCENT: What's going on?
Stop it!
Bruv.
I'm going through
witness statements.
Can I have my prawn
crackers, please?
Do you know how they make those?
They mash the prawns up
into a disgusting paste,
and then they deep-fry them. Uh-huh.
It's gross.
Mm.
Why don't you stop for the night?
Crime doesn't sleep,
and neither do I.
That had better have been a joke.
It was.
It was!
Cos every time I go in there,
it's like a bloody sauna.
And Dad can't stand the heat...
SURPRISE!
Happy birthday!
Jesus Christ. I almost
maced you, you twats.
CHATTERING
I think we should start
getting the shots in soon.
I'm going to... I'm
behaving myself today.
So...
..how old are you, then?
Oh, fuck off.
He suggested this place.
We went on a date here
a couple of years ago.
Yeah. He's a good lad.
He IS a good lad.
Straight-forward. You know
what you're getting.
Another one of these, please.
What? Nothing. I just know you.
And what does that mean?
Look around.
Your friends, your team.
Good food, good wine, good laughs.
Good God, get to the point.
Just saying.
This is it.
This is what it's all about.
It's a very nice party, Steve.
Happy birthday.
DOOR OPENS
THUMP
What were you and Angling
talking about all night?
Nothing.
It looked serious.
I'm a serious man.
Seriously...
..stupid.
I see you've honed your razor-sharp
wit to a devastating point.
SHE LAUGHS
Wine.
Good wine.
Good wine, good food, good laughs.
HE LAUGHS
What?
Nothing. OK.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
BELT RATTLES
Oh.
Where are you going?
Bedroom. No!
Here.
What's wrong with the bedroom?
Boring.
Thanks very much.
Aw, no, I didn't mean...
What?
What's the matter?!
What's the matter with you?
Nothing!
I'd like my boyfriend to fuck me
over the kitchen counter
once in a while. I'm not asking
for the moon on a stick, Ian.
Where are you going?
I'm tired.
Aw, fuck sake!
Good weekend, Roy?
Not really.
Found out our dog's got diabetes.
Bloody loved that dog.
What do you think of Joyce?
Seems all right.
She's from Brighton.
So?
Nothing.
Just never really met
anyone from Brighton
that wasn't secretly
a bit of a twat is all.
Oh, right, yeah.
Maybe. I don't really know.
PHONE VIBRATES
Who's A?
Just an informant.
You shouldn't give them
your personal number.
This guy's harmless.
Don't worry.
DOOR OPENS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
DOOR OPENS
Where were you?
Drinks with Steve.
I should have called. I'm sorry.
It's this fucking case.
You started smoking again?
Just the odd one.
It's bad for you.
If it was really bad, they'd put
a big warning on the pack.
How's the case?
Going nowhere.
Do you ever think about
how everything we do
is an echo of something?
Like, how everything we've done
is going to happen again,
and...everything we're going to do
has already happened somewhere else.
And we're all just...
..dancing around each
other like atoms,
and we can't even stroke
a hair from our face
without it affecting the lives
of a billion people.
Like, how...every tiny split
second decision we make
can potentially have
a vast, profound effect
on everyone around us.
And maybe it's all planned.
Everything that is going to happen
was always going to happen,
as if we're all being moved
by this mad conductor.
We've all been here before.
Just one endless round and round.
It's something we can't control.
All we can do is hang on
and hope it sets us down in a better
place than it picked us up.
Yeah, or maybe you're stoned.
How's Ian?
Meh.
Distant.
Like the distant ripples on a pond
thrown up by the stones of fate.
No, like a prick
who can't tell his fucking
girlfriend where he is.
SHE LAUGHS
Hey.
You all right?
Another drink?
PHONE VIBRATES
No. I'm all right with this.
See you later, all right? Bye.
DOOR SHUTS
IAN OVER RADIO: Kilo Two Three Zero,
requesting back up.
Suspect's on the move,
east down Stoker Street.
HORN BEEPS
Your boy got 'em, Weitzmann.
Bloody got 'em.
Oleee-ole-ole!
Go on, Ian, get in there!
Ole-e! Ole-e!
Oleee-ole-ole-ole!
Ole, ole!
DOOR SLAMS
KEY CLATTERS
HE SIGHS
Sir, I need to talk to you
about something.
Thank you. I can manage.
MOUTHS: OK.
What was all that about?
Listen, Joyce, it's really
all I can do to stop myself
punching you in the fucking face
right now,
so probably best if you don't
speak or look at me again.
OK?
REPORTERS CALL OUT
Detective Weitzmann, can you
describe for the court
what you saw on the morning
of the 14th of January 2018?
I saw the defendant handing
an object to a mid-thirties
white male that came to the
door of a flat on the high street.
Do you know who owns that flat?
Yes.
It's owned by Mr Ivan Lenjani,
who was under investigation
at the time, suspected of drug
trafficking and firearm offences.
All rise.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have.
Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
REPORTER: The conviction
of Met detective Ian Summers
for the planting of false evidence
has led to the release from prison
of Albanian national Ivan Lenjani,
who was previously sentenced
for drug trafficking.
Sarah.
Sarah, look at me.
Fucking look at me!
You'll regret this.
Get the fuck off!
You'll fucking regret this!
REPORTER: DC Summers was found
guilty of perverting the course
of justice and was today
handed a six year sentence.
PHONE RINGS OUT
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
# Nothing but a hound dog
# Been snooping round the door
# You ain't nothing
but a hound dog... #
# You can wag your tail
# But I ain't gonna
feed you no more. #
# Yes, you told me
you was high-class
# But I could see through that
# And daddy, I know... #
YUTO GROANS
HE COUGHS
YUTO GROANS IN PAIN
HE GASPS
THEY SHOUT
MUSIC ON RADIO
# I love how your eyes close
# Whenever you kiss me... #
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
# And when I'm away from you
# I love how you miss me
# I love the way you always treat me
# Tenderly
# But darlin', most of all... #
# I love the way your touch
is always
# Heavenly
# But darling, most of all
# I love how you love me. #
CAR ACCELERATES
ENGINE ROARS
CHATTERING
GUNFIRE
SHOUTING
MAN CRIES IN PAIN
Come here! Move! Move!
GUNFIRE
Argh!
Get inside now. Move! Move! Move!
Go on!
Move it! Shit!
Go, go, go!
Armed police. Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!
DISTANT GUNFIRE
Ah!
HE SCREAMS
Yuto.
Move!
SARAH: Do you ever think about
how everything we do
is an echo of something?
Like how everything we've done
is going to happen again.
And everything we're going to do has
already happened somewhere else.
HE GASPS
MAN SHOUTS
LOUD RUMBLING
Like every action we take
is the consequence
of a thousand different actions,
and will result in a
thousand more actions after it.
That every tiny split second
decision we make...
..could potentially have a vast,
profound effect
on everyone around us.
Or maybe it's all planned.
Everything that was going to happen
was always going to happen.
As if someone was moving us all,
like this mad conductor.
SHE READS
Come on.
HE GROANS IN PAIN
We've all been here before.
Just one endless round and round,
it's something we can't control.
All we can do is hang on
and hope it sets us down
in a better place
than it picked us up.
POLICE SIRENS WAIL
# Divine intervention
# Jehovah walked on water,
grandma raised herself a pension
# Mama working extra
# Papa, he no even make the effort
# Except for when he walked away
and left us
# No, I'm taller with my head up
# I can stand on my own two now
# My faith will carry me,
this I know
# My faith will carry me,
this I know
# Oh, carry my weight
Carry
# Carry my weight
Carry
# Carry me
Carry
# Like Mama did. #
a daughter begins a new journey.
A boy tries to make sense
of a young life lost,
and the part he had
to play in it.
Threats from the past
rear their heads,
and old scores need to be settled.
In a night where drinks
are raised to lost loves,
and forgiveness and vengeance
are sought in equal measure,
chaos comes knocking on the door,
and a promise of violence
hangs heavy in the air.
GUN FIRES
SHOUTING
GUN FIRES
SCREAMING, PLATES SMASH
They're coming in round the back.
We got them out front as well.
Well, stall them here, Tyler,
but don't get yourself shot!
This ain't the Alamo. Don't want to
be raising a glass for you later.
GUNFIRE
SHOUTING
Fuck that!
Fuck that. Mike, Mike!
GUNS FIRE
Tyler, come on!
I'm on my way! Move!
INDISTINCT
IN JAPANESE:
Come on, this way!
GRUNTING, WHIMPERING
SCREAMING
HE GROANS
Don't fuck it up, Tyler!
Come on, let's go!
SHOUTING
SHOUTING
YELLING IN JAPANESE
Come on! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Fuck you.
TALKING IN JAPANESE
SHE GROANS
High score. High score.
BELL RINGS
HE GRUNTS
LAUGHTER
HE LAUGHS
HE GROANS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
CAR DOOR OPENS
CAR DOOR SHUTS
CAR HORN BEEPS
HE LAUGHS
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
SHE MOANS
SHE YELLS OUT
SHE MOANS
CAR CREAKS
HORN BEEPS
THEY LAUGH
MUSIC: My Favorite Things
by John Coltrane
CAR DOOR OPENS
DISTANT THUMPING
GRUNTING
GROANING
THUD
MAN YELPS
LOUD THUD
MAN GROANS
MAN WHIMPERS
SQUELCHING
MAN GROANS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
DOOR CLOSES
HE EXHALES
HE GROANS
HE BREATHES SHARPLY
YUTO BREATHES LOUDLY
# Take my mind and take my pain
# Like an empty bottle
takes the rain... #
SHE SQUEALS
# Take my past and take my sins
# Like an empty sail takes the wind
# Heal, heal... #
HE SCOFFS
CLICKING
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SLAMS
HE EXHALES SHARPLY
DOOR CLOSES
SQUELCHING, MAN GROANS
HE GARGLES
THUMP
# Take my past and take my sins
# Like an empty sail takes the wind
# And heal, heal... #
FUKUHARA:
BLADE CLANGS
BLADE SLICES
SHE GROANS
MOANING
HE GRUNTS
COFFEE MACHINE WHISTLES
They're moving kilos and kilos
of coke, heroin, MDMA.
Probably guns as well.
Except you can't prove it yet.
I don't need to prove it.
I know it's true.
Always a reassuring thing
to hear from a policeman.
Would a pain au chocolat
cheer you up? No.
Maybe.
Last night, a lorry
broke down in Slough.
Nothing particularly
remarkable about that,
except for when a couple of uniforms
turned up to help out,
the driver pulled out a gun,
started shooting at them.
Silly prick.
Turned out he had about 50 kilos
of heroin in the back.
Are we thinking it's
linked to my gang?
It could be connected
to the Lenjani family.
Speak to Joyce. See if you can get
some time with the driver.
Which one's Joyce? She's come
over from CSE. She's new.
Got it.
Psst.
Chinese tonight?
LONDON ACCENT: What you doing, fam?
What's tricks?
Wagwan, piff ting?
COCKNEY ACCENT: What's going on?
Stop it!
Bruv.
I'm going through
witness statements.
Can I have my prawn
crackers, please?
Do you know how they make those?
They mash the prawns up
into a disgusting paste,
and then they deep-fry them. Uh-huh.
It's gross.
Mm.
Why don't you stop for the night?
Crime doesn't sleep,
and neither do I.
That had better have been a joke.
It was.
It was!
Cos every time I go in there,
it's like a bloody sauna.
And Dad can't stand the heat...
SURPRISE!
Happy birthday!
Jesus Christ. I almost
maced you, you twats.
CHATTERING
I think we should start
getting the shots in soon.
I'm going to... I'm
behaving myself today.
So...
..how old are you, then?
Oh, fuck off.
He suggested this place.
We went on a date here
a couple of years ago.
Yeah. He's a good lad.
He IS a good lad.
Straight-forward. You know
what you're getting.
Another one of these, please.
What? Nothing. I just know you.
And what does that mean?
Look around.
Your friends, your team.
Good food, good wine, good laughs.
Good God, get to the point.
Just saying.
This is it.
This is what it's all about.
It's a very nice party, Steve.
Happy birthday.
DOOR OPENS
THUMP
What were you and Angling
talking about all night?
Nothing.
It looked serious.
I'm a serious man.
Seriously...
..stupid.
I see you've honed your razor-sharp
wit to a devastating point.
SHE LAUGHS
Wine.
Good wine.
Good wine, good food, good laughs.
HE LAUGHS
What?
Nothing. OK.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
BELT RATTLES
Oh.
Where are you going?
Bedroom. No!
Here.
What's wrong with the bedroom?
Boring.
Thanks very much.
Aw, no, I didn't mean...
What?
What's the matter?!
What's the matter with you?
Nothing!
I'd like my boyfriend to fuck me
over the kitchen counter
once in a while. I'm not asking
for the moon on a stick, Ian.
Where are you going?
I'm tired.
Aw, fuck sake!
Good weekend, Roy?
Not really.
Found out our dog's got diabetes.
Bloody loved that dog.
What do you think of Joyce?
Seems all right.
She's from Brighton.
So?
Nothing.
Just never really met
anyone from Brighton
that wasn't secretly
a bit of a twat is all.
Oh, right, yeah.
Maybe. I don't really know.
PHONE VIBRATES
Who's A?
Just an informant.
You shouldn't give them
your personal number.
This guy's harmless.
Don't worry.
DOOR OPENS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
DOOR OPENS
Where were you?
Drinks with Steve.
I should have called. I'm sorry.
It's this fucking case.
You started smoking again?
Just the odd one.
It's bad for you.
If it was really bad, they'd put
a big warning on the pack.
How's the case?
Going nowhere.
Do you ever think about
how everything we do
is an echo of something?
Like, how everything we've done
is going to happen again,
and...everything we're going to do
has already happened somewhere else.
And we're all just...
..dancing around each
other like atoms,
and we can't even stroke
a hair from our face
without it affecting the lives
of a billion people.
Like, how...every tiny split
second decision we make
can potentially have
a vast, profound effect
on everyone around us.
And maybe it's all planned.
Everything that is going to happen
was always going to happen,
as if we're all being moved
by this mad conductor.
We've all been here before.
Just one endless round and round.
It's something we can't control.
All we can do is hang on
and hope it sets us down in a better
place than it picked us up.
Yeah, or maybe you're stoned.
How's Ian?
Meh.
Distant.
Like the distant ripples on a pond
thrown up by the stones of fate.
No, like a prick
who can't tell his fucking
girlfriend where he is.
SHE LAUGHS
Hey.
You all right?
Another drink?
PHONE VIBRATES
No. I'm all right with this.
See you later, all right? Bye.
DOOR SHUTS
IAN OVER RADIO: Kilo Two Three Zero,
requesting back up.
Suspect's on the move,
east down Stoker Street.
HORN BEEPS
Your boy got 'em, Weitzmann.
Bloody got 'em.
Oleee-ole-ole!
Go on, Ian, get in there!
Ole-e! Ole-e!
Oleee-ole-ole-ole!
Ole, ole!
DOOR SLAMS
KEY CLATTERS
HE SIGHS
Sir, I need to talk to you
about something.
Thank you. I can manage.
MOUTHS: OK.
What was all that about?
Listen, Joyce, it's really
all I can do to stop myself
punching you in the fucking face
right now,
so probably best if you don't
speak or look at me again.
OK?
REPORTERS CALL OUT
Detective Weitzmann, can you
describe for the court
what you saw on the morning
of the 14th of January 2018?
I saw the defendant handing
an object to a mid-thirties
white male that came to the
door of a flat on the high street.
Do you know who owns that flat?
Yes.
It's owned by Mr Ivan Lenjani,
who was under investigation
at the time, suspected of drug
trafficking and firearm offences.
All rise.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have.
Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
REPORTER: The conviction
of Met detective Ian Summers
for the planting of false evidence
has led to the release from prison
of Albanian national Ivan Lenjani,
who was previously sentenced
for drug trafficking.
Sarah.
Sarah, look at me.
Fucking look at me!
You'll regret this.
Get the fuck off!
You'll fucking regret this!
REPORTER: DC Summers was found
guilty of perverting the course
of justice and was today
handed a six year sentence.
PHONE RINGS OUT
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
# Nothing but a hound dog
# Been snooping round the door
# You ain't nothing
but a hound dog... #
# You can wag your tail
# But I ain't gonna
feed you no more. #
# Yes, you told me
you was high-class
# But I could see through that
# And daddy, I know... #
YUTO GROANS
HE COUGHS
YUTO GROANS IN PAIN
HE GASPS
THEY SHOUT
MUSIC ON RADIO
# I love how your eyes close
# Whenever you kiss me... #
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
# And when I'm away from you
# I love how you miss me
# I love the way you always treat me
# Tenderly
# But darlin', most of all... #
# I love the way your touch
is always
# Heavenly
# But darling, most of all
# I love how you love me. #
CAR ACCELERATES
ENGINE ROARS
CHATTERING
GUNFIRE
SHOUTING
MAN CRIES IN PAIN
Come here! Move! Move!
GUNFIRE
Argh!
Get inside now. Move! Move! Move!
Go on!
Move it! Shit!
Go, go, go!
Armed police. Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!
DISTANT GUNFIRE
Ah!
HE SCREAMS
Yuto.
Move!
SARAH: Do you ever think about
how everything we do
is an echo of something?
Like how everything we've done
is going to happen again.
And everything we're going to do has
already happened somewhere else.
HE GASPS
MAN SHOUTS
LOUD RUMBLING
Like every action we take
is the consequence
of a thousand different actions,
and will result in a
thousand more actions after it.
That every tiny split second
decision we make...
..could potentially have a vast,
profound effect
on everyone around us.
Or maybe it's all planned.
Everything that was going to happen
was always going to happen.
As if someone was moving us all,
like this mad conductor.
SHE READS
Come on.
HE GROANS IN PAIN
We've all been here before.
Just one endless round and round,
it's something we can't control.
All we can do is hang on
and hope it sets us down
in a better place
than it picked us up.
POLICE SIRENS WAIL
# Divine intervention
# Jehovah walked on water,
grandma raised herself a pension
# Mama working extra
# Papa, he no even make the effort
# Except for when he walked away
and left us
# No, I'm taller with my head up
# I can stand on my own two now
# My faith will carry me,
this I know
# My faith will carry me,
this I know
# Oh, carry my weight
Carry
# Carry my weight
Carry
# Carry me
Carry
# Like Mama did. #