All Things to All Men

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[TRAFFIC NOISES]

[GUN CLICKS]

[EXHALES]

[GUN CLICKS]

Silencer?

I'll take it.

- Munitions?

- Yeah.

[AMMUNITIONS JANGLE]

Hey.

It was good to see you.

[INAUDIBLE]

[INAUDIBLE]

[TYRES SCREECH]

[INAUDIBLE]

[FIRE BURNING]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[TYRES SCREECH]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[ENGINE HALTS]

Two carats a stone.

D colour.

Flawless.

Retail 20 to 22K a carat.

Two stones a pack.

Forty-four packs.

[SIGHS]

8K a stone.

I have to raise the funds, get them

certified, then find a buyer.

- When do I collect?

- 72 hours.

Almost like old times.

[CAR DOOR SHUTS]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[MOBILE RINGING]

[MOBILE VIBRATING]

Don't answer it.

- [CONTINUES RINGING]

- Why? Afraid it's your boyfriend?

Yeah?

Where?

[STATIC DISCONNECTS]

Car was stolen in Manchester.

Tools?

[INHALES]

Matches Moorgate and

Farringdon.

- HQ confirmed it's our guy?

- Mmm-hmm.

Only a matter of time.

Time to pop your cherry.

We got a new lead.

[CAR ALARM BEEPING]

PARKER:
Mark Corso.

Son of Joseph Corso.

Runs a ticket business earning

him a fast half mil each year.

[BEEPS]

But he's hooked on

the devil's dandruff.

Moonlighting cocaine deals

is a regular gig.

[TRAFFIC NOISES]

He checked in 45 minutes ago.

He's waiting on the bagman.

[MOBILE RINGING]

- Here we go.

- [BEEP]

- Okay. Thanks.

- [BEEP]

He's just checked out.

[BRAKES SCREECH]

Bagman's mine.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[SIGHS]

We got the bagman.

[SIGHS]

What's our friend saying?

He got here 30 minutes ago,

went in the back. Hasn't resurfaced.

Done a check, building's clean.

Anything else?

- Paul Myers.

- Whereabouts?

In the back.

All right, let's roll.

[CAR DOORS SHUT]

[CAR ALARM BEEPS]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

CHEF:

Oi!

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GROANS AND COUGHS]

- Little f***er pulled a knife on me.

- Yeah?

[GROANS]

[GROANING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- Good information don't come cheap.

- It's evidence.

Think it's this easy?

[GROANS]

He's the bait.

- [GROANS]

- All right!

For f***'s sake.

All right. All right!

What's all this about?

Your son's been arrested.

Possession of cocaine, intent to supply.

Three to five years minimum.

No suspended sentence,

not this time.

Are you f***ing with me?

No, your son is.

So what do you want?

[EXHALES]

I want you to hire someone.

For what?

Score.

Stupidity is better hidden

than displayed, detective.

You heard about Moorgate?

Farringdon?

Mmm-hmm.

I want you to hire the one that's been

playing without your permission.

PARKER:

James Riley.

You supply the target,

we'll assess the risk. Five mil limit.

JOSEPH:
What if he doesn't wanna

work for me?

PARKER:
There's a recession,

everyone wants to work.

[MOBILE RINGING]

Yeah?

ADRIAN:
I sold the stones.

I'll have your money by tonight.

- When?

- 9:
00.

- Where?

- Camden.

[DOOR CREAKS]

So you think he's up to it?

- He wants to be.

- Don't they all.

PRIEST:
We commend to almighty God,

our brother, Adrian Peters,

and commit his body

to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

[SOBBING]

- My condolences.

- Thank you.

- I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

He was a good man.

[SNIFFLES]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[GUN C*CKS]

Where's the money?

My boss has it.

He wants to talk.

Just a conversation.

JOSEPH:

I wasn't so sure you'd make it.

You're a high-line pro.

I want us to work together.

RILEY:

I work alone.

JOSEPH:
Why don't you just take a look?

RILEY:
Because I don't like the view.

Do you know what

a merchant is?

I am the merchant of this city.

Anything with a centigrade of heat

comes through me.

Adrian Peters knew the rules.

[SIGHS] Even if you didn't.

The money I took off you

is the, uh, commission you owe me.

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

If we can work together,

we become partners.

If we can't,

then we become competitors.

I've become extremely efficient in

eliminating the competition over the years.

I'm still here.

You'll be working directly for me.

The jobs will be laid out. Blueprints,

schematics, whatever's necessary.

What's my end?

30%. Unnegotiable.

Only one job?

[SCOFFS]

- If that's what you want?

- I do.

JOSEPH:

Mmm...

Prick.

[CHUCKLES]

DIXON:

These tactics?

SANDS:

Yeah.

DIXON:
What if Mark Corso

puts in a complaint?

You wanna make detective?

- Yeah.

- Then listen.

One day you're gonna have to

shoot someone in the back.

And when that moment comes,

you ain't gonna give a

sh*t about procedure.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[SIGHS]

Our boy in May?

Mmm-hmm.

- Difficult?

- No.

Medium level security,

no more than five mil in the vault.

By the way, I still haven't

spoken to my son.

I want assurances the

next time we meet.

I'll look into it.

[SANDS SIGHS]

[DISTANT SIREN WAILING]

[HORNS BLARING]

JOSEPH:
Fifth floor down.

North-east corner.

RILEY:

I see it.

[SIGHS]

How are they looking after themselves?

It's a binary system

connected to three independent alarms.

To where?

Scotland Yard.

- Response time?

- Six minutes.

- Proximity?

- Not close enough.

Meaning?

Mr Cutter will be with you.

If he steps out of line,

I'll do what's necessary.

How secure is the box?

Two foot of titanium steel.

I'll need two weeks prep.

Okay.

You've got it.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Under the seat.

Are we good?

Yeah, we're good.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

We're good to go.

Earliest window?

This weekend.

The access codes?

We're on it.

That's not good enough.

We're experiencing a few difficulties.

The access holder.

You got a profile?

Mmm-hmm.

I've gone over it.

He can't be turned.

Worked for the firm for 22 years.

We got no option but

to go in hard.

Use his, uh... Use his family.

It's not my style.

It's not your style?

Hmm.

- So what do you suggest?

- Nothing.

You said it would be a laid out,

inside job.

Don't be a smartass.

You have an option without

a 10-year default, I'm listening.

[INHALES]

Okay.

Maybe.

I'll need 48 hours.

I meant what I said.

[CHUCKLES]

You're just like your brother.

He thought he knew everything.

- Why bring him up?

- Why not?

He was a prick.

[MOBILE BEEPING]

Yeah. We need to talk.

Mmm-hmm.

I'll see you there.

[SIGHS]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

PARKER:

I told you not to call me, Corso.

- I want my son released.

- That's not gonna happen.

You stick to the plan, you'll be

playing happy families by the weekend.

- You're not listening to me, detective.

- Yes, I am.

Firstly, you don't tell me what to do.

Secondly, stop wasting my f***ing time.

[SCOFFS]

I've spoken to my son.

- He's being looked after.

- By who? By you?

When you've got a junkie for a son,

detective, deaf ears become a necessity.

It's either listen to lies or listen to

more lies. For years I never listened.

Then he mentions a black Range Rover.

I took in every word. Every detail.

I want my son released.

JOSEPH:
Audio recordings

of our preparations.

Your contributions included.

- You wanna f*** with me, do you?

- No, you f***ed with my family first.

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