City of Tiny Lights Page #5

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Lovely, man!

Whoa, whoa, he's with me. What are

you doing here? It's all good.

Mr. Ansari.

Look you can't trust

these spooks, man.

Free the mullah!

Keep it brief. Tell them he'll

be released after questioning.

It's payback. Get this

crowd under control.

Free the mullah!

Free him!

Brothers, you all know me.

I know you're angry about these

attacks on our community. We all are.

- Avid.

- F***, Tommy man!

What's going on?

The mullah found out

what happened to Rana.

- You sure?

- That's why they cuffed him up.

I can't talk right now.

I can't be seen with you, man.

I've seen that guy, you know.

What guy?

I saw him in the

security video.

The mullah's got a

hold of it from someone.

Meet me outside the youth

center after evening prayers.

I'll have something

for you by then.

I got to go.

Listen, brothers, we've gotta

do this in a calm manner.

Listen! Brothers, calm down!

Calm down! Brothers!

- What up, bro?

- F*** man!

F***in' hell, Tommy. What the

f***, man? That's not even funny.

- Yeah, it is.

- No, it's not. F***in' hell.

Scared the f***in' hell out of me.

- What happened to your face?

- I don't even know.

It's a toss-up between the

spooks and the beard brigade.

- All right, yeah.

- They're all friends of yours, anyway.

Um, I know about Melody.

What, she told you?

You lied to me, man.

Well, come on, I didn't lie to

you. I just didn't tell you.

There's a difference, yeah?

Seriously, look. She rang me

because Natasha hadn't come back.

I tried calling Usman because

his phone was off.

Right. I've got a hooker

calling me at home, Tommy.

Talking about going to the old bill.

What would you do? Yeah?

Yeah. I couldn't have that.

I didn't think he was dead.

So I just sent that to you, man.

What else am I supposed to do?

I've got to ask you, man,

did you kill her?

F*** off, man.

I'm not even...

I've got to ask you.

You! F***, Tommy man!

F***. Yeah? We're supposed to be

on the same f***ing team. All right?

F***in' hell, man.

It's the Russian, Tommy.

- It's not the f***ing Russian.

- Well, how do you know?

Because she's f***ing dead.

She got fished out of the

canal last night.

Look, they're coming after everyone

who was with you at the club.

Rana's dead. Natasha's dead.

They tried to kill Melody last night.

Don't worry, she's at Dad's place.

Oh, man.

Just watch your back, man.

They'll be after you next.

Come on, Avid, where are you?

Don't f***ing move!

What happened to you?

What happened?

What have you done with Avid?

- No, no, the light. Turn it off.

- Why?

- They're right there, they're comin'.

- What?

Who? Dealers? Feds? Who?

- Feds. With American accents.

- What?

They smashed up our computers.

They were looking for something.

What, you think it's

just a coincidence?

Mr. Rana brought trouble.

All that caliphate sh*t.

They kill him. And now,

they arrest the mullah.

This is war, bruv.

They're trying to

destroy our community.

I don't have time for this.

Where the f*** is Avid?

Avid?

They got him.

Sorry.

I'm looking for Avid.

Avid Elbaz.

- One moment.

- Avid Elbaz. He's a kid, and...

Victor.

- What happened?

- I dunno. Found him in an alley.

You can't go in there.

Oi!

Come on, man.

Oi, Oi,

T.A. Confidential. Tommy and Avid.

Excuse me, you can't be in here.

Mrs. Elbaz.

Jesus, haven't you done enough?

I trusted you, Tommy.

You did it.

I didn't. I'm gonna get

to the bottom of this.

You did it.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

F*** who!

Who the f***!

Oh, f***.

F***. Shelley,

sorry, I'm sorry.

You okay?

Did she come here?

What?

Emma.

Why didn't you tell me?

Um, she...asked me not to.

I'm her mother.

I'm her f***ing mother.

Emma came here. Look what

she could've walked into.

And you telling

her about Stuart,

Jesus, Tommy who do

you think you are?

- Well, he's her dad.

- She's my daughter.

- So then, talk to her.

- What do I say?

Um, yeah, your dad was...

a really great guy.

Trouble is I was in love

with one of his mates

and that's why he killed...

- Shelley.

- Oh, God.

Shelley.

That's for what, Tommy?

You gonna try and be her friend

and tell her about Stuart

and f*** her mum at the hotel.

Is that your plan?

Because I just need

more than that.

It's not good enough.

What do you want?

Tommy, what do you want?

I want to know

why you told Stuart

about you and me.

Why did you do it?

Huh?

I never told him anything.

Who else would...

F***in' Lovely, then.

Lovely.

F***in' Lovely.

Do you know, it was only you

who ever called him that?

Shelley. I'm sorry.

Shelley.

Please, Tom. Stop.

Shelley.

Why, it's another life, isn't it?

You need to let it go though.

Get down, Stu.

I know they've been

going on behind your back

but you gotta let it go.

What are you doing, man?

Tommy f***in' Akhtar.

You're supposed to be my friend.

- F*** you.

- Stuart!

I'm the real deal.

The real f***in' deal.

And I loved you.

I'm sorry.

Stuart!

Stu!

No!

By the time you see this,

I will no doubt, be detained.

The security services aren't

interested in the truth.

But they are right

about one thing.

The network of our brothers is even

more extensive than even they dare to fear.

I entrust this security

video to our young brother.

In the hope that you can

see that justice is served.

No one knows what is hidden from

them as a reward for their good deeds.

They're coming after everyone

who was with you at the club.

Melody's at Dad's place.

Pick up, Dad. Please!

- Dad, Dad...

- Tommy boy!

Dad.

We had nothing in, Tommy boy.

I might thought she'd

like some breakfast.

Dad, there's someone at the house.

You've got to get out of here.

- In the house?

- Yeah. Can you do that for me?

Just go. Okay?

Let me go! Let me go!

You f***! Let me go!

We've got to get on

with our lives, Tommy.

We've got to let it go.

- We gonna do this, or what?

- Easy, man. F***in' hell.

Please, wait, wait.

Wait.

No, no, please.

- I don't know anything.

- You let me down, babe.

I didn't say anything.

I didn't speak to anyone.

- Are we doing this, or what?

- Just wait, man. For fucks sake.

- Wait, Tommy.

- Hafiz, what?

Shut the f*** up.

Tommy, man...

Why couldn't you stop yourself

from f***ing going on, man?

Listen, it's not about

f***ing religion.

Drugs drive down the prices

and we buy the real estate.

Yeah?

Everybody wins.

Rana just got too greedy.

This is our manor, Lovely.

What the f*** are you doing?

F*** our manor, Tommy.

It's a shithole.

- Come on.

- Wait, man.

- You don't have to do this

- No, listen to me, bruvah.

I'm sorry.

- Wait, wait, wait!

- Tommy?

Are you home?

- Dad?

- Sit.

Hafiz Ansari.

You're a disgrace to your family.

And you, you white bloody bugga.

I seen your type before.

- Dad

- Sit down!

I'm not scared of you!

King's African Rifles.

Dad.

I told you I was ready

for them, Tommy boy.

This time, I am.

My house.

My son.

Dad.

Dad.

Your off stump.

The moral compass.

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