Hyena Page #4

I'm your superior officer.

I think you should respect me.

Gettin' your own back on me,

now, is that what it is?

You're gettin' your own back

on me, you're f***ing me up!

You're losin' the plot, soldier...

I'm losin' the plot?

You should sit down now!

What the f*** you doin? I'm

removing myself from the situation.

David, what you doin' to me?

You don't understand me.

Get the f*** out of here!

You f***ing pig!

Shut up, you,

you f***in' filthy Arab.

Who d'you think

you're talking to?

I'm removing

meself from this situation

What the f***

are you playin' at?

I'm not playing at anything.

What, you just backtrack...

You just brought me

into this place, right?

This has got nothing

to do with me.

So, everything we talked about

has just gone right out the window?

- What did we talk about?

- Am I f***ing dreaming?

I'm your superior officer.

I wish I would have

been in touch sooner, but...

You know, I've missed this.

Me and you...

You're a good copper, though.

Always have been.

That's why we picked ya.

That's why we picked ya.

That's why we picked ya.

Well done, mate.

Well, there's no c*nt here.

Here!

F***ing come here!

Oh, you're a f***ing beauty?

Is that a chimney full of gears?

Aye.

There's gotta be 20 boxes there.

Easy, mate.

Hmm?

You know

that Turk that was chopped up

in a warehouse last week?

Jim Dikman?

He was one of

Logan's associates.

And guess who was the last

person to see him alive?

So he killed the Turk?

He's a murderer?

No, but the c*nt's DNA

will be all over the body

- So we got the bastard?

- Yeah.

You're doing a good job, David.

It'll make a huge difference.

And you help me in this and

that new stuff will disappear.

You can go back to your nice

life, nobody will know anything.

I just want to get

back, do you know what I mean?

I just wanna get

back to Brussels.

I'll make sure that happens.

- Thanks.

- You have my word.

Silly bastard thinks

we're mates again.

Hello, it's Martin's phone.

Hello, this is Keith.

I'm not here.

Hi, it's Chris.

I'm not in.

Please leave a message.

What I'm saying is Martin, is...

He's not looking after

us now, is he?

Hung us all out to dry,

ain't he, eh?

He's me mate, Keith.

Yeah? Why didn't you give

him half your share, then?

- Come on.

- I'm not...

Come on...

I'm not done here.

F*** you.

You shut up.

I'll tell you what, though...

F*** Michael.

Seriously.

F*** him.

Come on.

- No!

- Shh!

Ariana?

I need to talk to you

about the brothers.

Ariana?

She won't be

any use for a while.

I gave her Diazepam.

Diazepam?

She was freaking out.

She needed to calm down.

You can't go back to the flat.

It's not safe.

What you mean

I can't go back to the flat?

I really f***ed up, Lisa.

David Knight is dead.

I was doing this deal

with these Albanians

and it all went wrong.

Nearly killed me.

And now I need to get to them

before they get to me.

David Knight's dead?

Stabbed to death.

Have you reported it?

Michael, they've

killed a policeman

you've got to tell someone.

I know.

But I can't just yet.

Knight was working with the PSD

trying to set me up for a murder

that I had nothing to do with.

Oh!

It's out of control, Michael.

What about Martin?

What about Keith?

They're not answering

their phones.

Ariana has information that

could put the Albanian away.

I need you to keep her safe

and look after her while I...

Try and work out

what to do next.

F*** the f***ing money, Michael!

What the f*** are we?

No...

I'll help you.

After this it's over.

Thanks.

Get on the floor!

Get on the floor!

Get on the floor!

Get his arms!

Get off!

F***ing don't...

Taylor, you've f***ing had it.

Taylor, you're

f***ing dead. You c*nt!

I'm task force, mate.

Task force.

Guv.

The Three Amigos

have been nicked.

Taylor's got 'em.

Were you involved?

We need to raid

two locations ASAP.

We need to move now.

Waiting on a warrant...

Can you ask the judge?

On what charges?

I can get 'em on Section 33A.

All right.

Where's Knight?

He's gone AWOL.

Oh, f***.

But it's Knight's

f***ing operation!

We need to strike now.

Okay, I'll call the judge.

No more favors, Michael.

Police!

Give me your wrist!

- On your feet!

- Get up!

On your feet!

I'm arresting on suspicion of

conspiracy to manage a brothel

and human trafficking

contrary to Sections 33A

and 58 of the Sexual

Offences Act of 2003.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense if

you do not mention when questioned

something which

you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say

may be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Okay.

- Go on!

- Move!

Come on!

Move!

I can help you.

I think you know that.

Want one of these?

Yeah.

There's no need to

play the strong silent type.

Time to look after

number one now.

No comment.

Here! F***ing come here!

Oh, you're a f***ing beauty?

Is that a chimney full of gears?

I still don't get to f***.

There's gotta be 20 boxes there.

Easy, mate.

- Go on.

- For the picking?

I still don't get to f***.

He owns a...

One of them.

How do you know that?

No comment.

Spartak?

Oh...

Taylor's interrogating

your crew as we speak, Michael.

This is bad for all of us.

You need to sort it.

You need to do something, ASAP.

Do you understand?

F***ing c*nt Taylor!

All written down in the log.

Every last detail.

You kept a log of all the

corruption for just this day.

This one day.

Michael can be a really scary

individual when he needs to be.

He bullied me.

Michael bullied you, Keith?

Oh, I have. I've got medical

records from doctors.

I've had depression

and all sorts.

I couldn't drive at one point.

But Michael wasn't

at the heist, was he?

I'm going to be looking for some

compensation after all I've been through.

My nerves are

in f***ing tatters.

Why don't you go

and f*** yourself, Tintin?

Oh...

Come on now, Keith,

you've had your fun.

I know how you can get Logan.

Oh, yeah?

I need to be out of here first.

So you're going

to set him up then?

Yeah, that's simple, right?

I need to be out of here

to make it happen.

F***!

F***!

Is that you, Taylor?

Call it a piece of insurance.

I think we need to talk,

don't we?

Okay.

I'll see you there, Michael.

You watching me?

Make sure you

came dry-cleaned.

Michael, all your crew's

been nicked.

Don't make it worse for yourself,

just give me my f***ing laptop.

Michael?

Lisa, how you doing?

How's Ariana?

No, she's fine.

She's sleeping.

When are you coming back?

I'm getting things sorted.

It'll be okay.

I'll call you later.

Michael. Michael!

F***.

Hello, Lisa?

It's Martin. Listen to me.

Michael's in trouble. I know.

I know. Where are you?

Is Michael there?

Right. Give me the address.

Listen. Calm down.

I'm on my way.

I've got an address for you.

I want the cash first.

Do you understand?

I said I need the cash first

or there's no deal.

Okay. Let's meet.

Sh*t.

Get out.

It's okay. Jesus!

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