[mysterious music playing]
- [truck horn blaring] - [Erin grunts]
[groans]
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbles]
[banging]
- [woman] Entering the property. - [radio beeps]
Don't worry. You're safe now.
[man] Abandoned six-year-old, mother reported missing, father absent.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[suspenseful music playing]
[man] Cadets, attention!
As trainees, you'll be expected to be confident, disciplined, self-motivated...
[man 2] The definition of a wound
is damage to the integrity of biological matter.
This can be skin, mucous membrane, or organ tissue.
Who knows the primary protocols for wound dressing?
The crucial thing is the wound must be cleansed and dressed immediately.
This is to prevent the spread of an infection and further injury.
Yes?
[indistinct yelling]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pass.
Pass!
Fuck!
[applause]
Fuck's sake!
Next time I shout pass, you pass.
Are you giving me an order here? I thought we were both trainees.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Except I'm here on merit.
You're here on some scheme.
Yeah, and yet I'm still much better than you.
In a few years, you're gonna be saluting me.
Calling me "sir."
Don't be an arse, okay? Just move.
No.
No, I want to see it.
- Okay, just fuck off. - Come on.
- Come on. You know how to salute-- - Don't touch me.
Come here. I want-- Fucking hell. Ah!
[groans] Fuck!
[gasps]
Shit!
Fu--
[crying]
Sorry. I'll just be a second.
No rush.
Bad day?
Yeah. You could say that.
Well, if it's any consolation, you probably wouldn't have made it anyway.
You're not police.
And you are...
DI Jim Armstrong.
Centralized Intelligence and Operations.
Well, Jim--
DI Armstrong.
I disagree.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I've read your file.
You've got real potential. Top 5% in your year.
So you can get them to take me back?
[chuckles] God, no. You broke someone's nose.
You're finished here.
You came through a lot of foster homes.
Youth custody centers.
Yeah, I did.
So what?
I imagine that must have been tough,
having to start over each time, to adapt, to fit in.
What the fuck is this all about? What do you want?
Well, that's a very layered question.
CIO runs covert law-enforcement units.
That's like, what? Undercover police?
Infiltrating extremist groups, criminal organizations.
- Well, you must be hard up for applicants. - [Armstrong] Actually, we do pretty well.
What we don't have is someone like you.
Young,
female,
with an edge.
- An edge? - [Armstrong] You know what I mean.
- But you said I wasn't police. - You're not. Not yet.
But I think you might make a pretty good criminal.
I mean, yes, you're trouble.
[scoffs]
But I could use trouble.
Did you rehearse that line?
Why? Did it sound okay?
[Armstrong] You're to infiltrate a gang.
Armed robbery, larceny, all the fun stuff.
Intel suggests they've received funding for something bigger,
and now they're looking for a new driver.
I can train you, prepare you,
and our source can arrange an introduction.
But the rest will be up to you.
First of all...
Margot.
Gaspar.
- ...you'll need a name. - [keyboard tapping]
St. Mary's Registry.
Birth certificates of deceased children born within a few years of you.
I'm not taking a dead kid's name.
If someone tries to check up on you,
the first thing they'll look for is the birth certificate.
How dangerous can this get?
You're not just infiltrating a gang.
You're manipulating and using people to betray them.
So if they find out...
Yeah.
That one.
Kate Jones.
Okay, Kate.
Let's see what you've got.
[rock music playing]
[engine revs]
[groans]
Well, that was...
Fuck you.
[exhales]
What do you think?
She drives better than you.
Mmm...
We'll let you know.
[Armstrong] Not your usual A game today.
- You're distracted. - No, I'm good.
[both grunting]
- No, you're definitely distracted. - [separating Velcro on gloves]
It's been two weeks and no contact from Margot.
Nothing.
Well, maybe you didn't do as well as you thought. My fault.
The department needed a win.
I put you out there before you were ready.
I've done months of training and I've never missed a day.
I'm ready.
Your mother left you when you were six years old.
S... so?
So it makes me feel sorry for you.
Well, I don't want your sympathy.
And yet you have it anyway.
Is this difficult for you to talk about?
No, it's just...
It's the past, okay? It doesn't matter to me.
Well, what I'm saying is... it matters very much to the people you tell it to.
It helps them to feel a connection to you.
To Kate Jones. And believe me, they don't buy into you.
I'm nothing, okay, I get it.
Okay's not good enough.
I can't take a risk on "okay."
It's not a risk.
Send me back out there.
And I won't let you down, Jim.
We're in this together.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm married.
And I'm lying.
But did you believe me or not?
[phone beeps]
It's Margot.
She wants to meet.
Well, you'd better reply.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Margot] You don't want to keep him waiting.
[indistinct chatter]
This is Kate.
- Can you vouch for her? - [Margot] She can drive.
That's not what I asked. My mother can drive.
Why don't you get your mum to help out then?
Oh, I would. I just don't trust her. [chuckles]
Okay, Margot says you're kosher. I'll work with that.
Scotty Mick there will run a check on you anyway. So if you're not...
Who's your favorite philosopher by the way?
Don't have one.
Huh. Oh well. We live in hope.
[Armstrong] Thomas Ramsey.
Considers himself the Shostakovich of the smash and grab.
So, this Thomas, does live up to his billing?
We believe he's responsible for a number of high-profile robberies and so far,
yes, he's smart enough not to have been caught.
Do you know his plan?
Not specifically,
but we believe he's being fronted money from abroad for his next project.
So you want to know his plan and who's bankrolling it?
Be careful.
If these people find out who you really are...
[ominous music playing]
[beeping, whirring]
[Erin] So you've been with Thomas's crew for a while?
No, me and you, we're the newbies.
[woman] Hey.
- Did we get a driver? - [Margot] Yep.
- You? - Yeah.
- I need you to come with me. - I'm just...
You're just what, Scotty?
Yeah. Come.
You know what a Smertle is? The year's hottest toy.
Those furry purple things you can pet them, wash them, feed them.
You can probably fuck one if you're determined enough.
What you can't do is buy one. Anywhere.
What we're gonna do is lift one from the supply depot in Bexley.
Okay.
Are you humoring me?
No, it's just...
Why are you telling me this?
Look, it's for my daughter's birthday.
She's five and she wants a fucking Smertle more than anything else in the world,
and I am determined to get her one.
So when is her birthday?
Today.
- Oh. - We're against the clock. Let's go.
No. It'll be faster on two wheels. Come on.
[rock music playing]
Wait! No! [grunts]
[man] Get out of here! What are you doing?!
[woman] Go! Go! Move!
[gentle music playing]
Hey, Harps.
I want you to close your eyes and put out your hands.
I have a surprise for you.
One... two... three. Open!
Harps! A Smertle! Blow out your candle.
And then give Auntie Katie a hug because she helped us get this.
Here you go.
[Harper giggles]
"There is no honest man who can resist the attraction of gold."
Aristophanes said that. But he died a penniless playwright.
Our ambitions are a little higher.
Two shipments of gold bullion coming in next month, 14 days apart,
headed for the secure vaults of the X44 security depot, Harwich.
Each shipment consists of 300 kilos of bullion at roughly ten million apiece.
We recon the first shipment.
And hit the second. We'll source the vehicle for you.
It'll have to be reinforced.
Engine, chassis, attach a winch-chain and hook.
- You're gonna flip the security van? - [Thomas chuckles]
The beast was hard, but its belly was soft.
There's an emergency hatch underneath.
Drop in charges, blow the doors from inside.
We hit them hard and fast on arrival.
We've got a small window before they unload the gold
and take it to the vault and lock it down. It's Fort Knox.
We'll have weapons, but we do not pull the trigger unless we absolutely have to.
Difference between armed robbery and robbery with violence,
20 to 30 years.
[Harper] Mummy, I want juice!
Sorry, um...
Darling, Mummy's at work.
But I want juice!
Go watch TV. I'll be there in a sec. Go on. Go.
Hey, do you want me to look after her?
- 'Cause I can do it. I don't mind. - [Harper] Mummy!
Yeah, sure. That'd be great. Thanks.
[Harper] Come on!
- All right, we're not running a crèche. - [Harper] Please!
[vibrating lips]
[Harper laughs]
[Erin kisses]
Let's get down to business.
[man] The average police response for priority calls
is ten minutes and 25 seconds.
[Thomas] Which means we have to be in and out in five minutes.
[Erin] Here you go.
[cartoon] Here it is! It's your favorite!
Rolled up in a biscuit!
[Erin] I've got to get going. I'll see you in a bit
- [Harper] Bye. - [Erin] Bye.
[cartoon] I wanna hear it all.
[tool whirring]
Wow. I think she likes you.
She's very cute.
Do you have to bring her to work a lot?
I have no one to babysit. I'm not leaving her with strangers.
At least she has the TV.
Yeah, it's better than leaving her alone.
Listen, I'm well aware that I'm a bad mother.
No, you're not.
What the fuck would you know?
Let's bounce.
[Erin] We could just buy one of these.
[woman] Tommy doesn't like the paperwork.
And he's the one bankrolling everything, right?
[woman] Yeah, why is that any business of yours?
It's just we're the ones here taking all the risks.
I think she is suggesting we go rogue.
Is that what you're saying? We should cut Thomas out?
Sisters doing it for themselves?
I was only making conversation, Lena.
[Lena] You're here to work, not talk.
Boom.
She has a point.
Three-way split?
- It's a lot more money. - You're not happy with your cut?
Yeah, but I was thinking of buying a farm.
What the fuck would you know about running a farm?
I'd be rich. I'd figure it out.
Yeah, I'm convinced.
- Let's do it. - We're not doing fucking anything.
This is Thomas's gig.
- We're not common thieves. - [wires buzzing]
[alarm blares]
[Lena] Shit.
Move it. Cut that alarm off.
Fuck.
- [man] Hey! - [Margot] Shit.
[grunting]
- Where did you learn how to do that? - Took a self-defense class.
- Some fucking class. - [groans]
Not bad. I reckon I could still take you down.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Lena] Okay, let's move!
Drive.
[suspenseful music playing]
[tires squealing]
[Armstrong] You're sure about it? Richards & Markham Private Equity,
- gold bullion, second shipment? - [rain pattering]
[Erin] I'm as sure as I can be.
Any closer to IDing the bankroller?
I think Lena might know something.
You know, I think Thomas really trusts her.
What's going to happen to her kid when she goes down?
- Does it matter? - Well, yeah, of course it does.
Wrong answer. You're police.
These are not your friends. They are your targets.
Don't lose your way.
I'm not. I'm not.
Tell that to the security guard with the fractured skull.
I had no choice. I had to engage.
Well, maybe you're enjoying Kate Jones just a little too much.
I'm the one there, alone, trying not to blow my cover.
You're not alone.
If anything went wrong, I'd pull you out without hesitation.
And once I'm out?
You have a future here at CIO
A desk job?
It's not exactly ten million in gold bullion.
Stay focused, Kate.
Get close to Lena, work her.
"Little gray wolf and his brothers and sisters
began to prepare for the festivities."
Ooh.
[Harper laughs]
[Erin] "It was the night before full moon."
"It was the most magical night,
and little wolf was ready for an adventure."
[laughing]
[mysterious music playing]
[Erin] When does she start school?
Next month. I still have so much shit to do.
Having another living being rely on you
for absolutely everything is fucking terrifying.
I think you're doing an amazing job.
No, you don't.
No one does.
But I love her. So much.
I'd do anything for her.
What? What's that?
- Nothing. - Hmm.
Go on.
Tell me.
When I was Harper's age, my...
my mum went out one night and she never came back.
What, she just vanished? And she left you on your own?
Yeah.
And maybe it's like you said, you know.
Maybe she felt it was too much responsibility.
No, no, no, no. No, you...
you have to learn not to pay attention to, like, half the shit that I say.
What happened, you were just a kid.
That was not your fault.
- Yeah, I know that. - No, you don't. You don't know.
What she did, it...
it had nothing to do with you.
Okay?
Okay.
Yeah.
When we finish this job, I'm going to take Harper away.
A fresh start.
You can come with us, if you like.
Thank you.
Where would you like to go?
Well, I went to Spain once, with Thomas,
to see one of his, like, business associates,
and they went to talk shop and they left me in this fucking amazing villa.
It was, like, overlooking the ocean,
and I sat there and I thought, "Yeah, this."
The sun, the sea, this is what I want for me and Harper.
- So... - Yeah.
You ask a lot of questions.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to-- - It's nice. It's like you give a shit.
Or you seem like you give a shit.
Makes a change, in the business we're in.
[indistinct background chatter]
So, who's the Spanish guy?
I don't think he was Spanish.
But he was one of those guys, this "big, I am." [chuckles]
Whatever the fuck that means.
- One for the road? - 100%.
[Lena] Mm-hmm.
[tender music playing]
[Lena] Let me see what Harper thinks of this.
[cartoon] ...all about your day.
Tell me about the juicy stuff. I wanna hear it all.
How are you and Rhonda doing?
It's just me.
[chuckles]
[tool clacking]
[Margot] Finally. We were about to send out a search party.
We got you a mask, Margot.
Which one?
Mmm...
Mean looking ape.
[chuckles]
We got you a mask, Scotty.
Right.
Wow, that's a sexy one.
Well, I'll make a real handsome sheep.
Winch chain.
Cool. The vehicle's been reinforced, so we're all set.
Great.
Are you police?
What?
Are you police?
No.
[scoffs]
- Are you police? - I just told you, no.
[Margot] Fucking hell.
Don't look at them, Kate. Look at me.
Are you police?
No.
What the fuck is going on?
We're pulling this job in two weeks.
Turns out security at Harwich has been increased for one night only.
But not tonight when there's an equal amount of bullion being delivered. No.
Just the one night that we have targeted it.
That doesn't mean he's got anything to do with it.
Someone's spilling their fucking guts!
I've seen you, always sloping about, always asking questions.
That's because I'm a nobody, and I wanna be a fucking somebody.
[laughs]
Oh, I can see it now.
Uniform and badge.
Smiling and saluting.
I didn't ask to be here. She invited me!
Well, you know me, Thomas. I'm a terrible fucking judge of character.
I'm not police.
Tommy, just stop it.
[laughing]
Where you going, Scotty?
No, I was just--
I don't like violence.
Who's being violent, Scotty?
We're only talking.
Oh, right, no...
Nobody.
Then why are you trying to slip out the door?
I'm not, man. We're all good.
Scotty, you're literally backing off as I talk.
Yeah, because you're scaring me.
[Thomas] You're both new here.
Pretty sure one of you is trying to fuck with me.
But she's standing her ground while you're trying to sneak away.
[laughing]
- Scotty... - [chains jangle]
...are you police?
Just back off!
- Back the fuck off. I'm not police. - It's all good, man. Take it easy.
- I told you... - [knife stabs]
- [Scotty grunting] - ...to take it easy.
- [stabs] - [Scotty groans]
[ominous music playing
If the police are onto us, what the fuck do we do now?
Tommy!
They think we're moving for this shipment in two weeks.
So we go for the one tonight instead.
- We're not ready. - Get ready!
Wheels up in two hours.
Get him out of here.
[tense music playing]
Hey.
[chuckles]
You okay?
Hey.
Don't feel bad.
He'd have done worse to us.
[line ringing]
[Armstrong] Line's secure. Go ahead.
- They're pulling up the heist to tonight. - Why the change?
'Cause they know the police are onto them. You need to get me out of here now.
Is your cover still intact?
[Erin] Yeah, they thought someone else was police. Scotty Mick and they...
they killed him.
So that's me, right? I'm out.
We don't have the bankroller.
If we move in now, all we have is a bunch of hired hands.
Centralized crime want us to let it play out,
see who Thomas contacts afterwards.
Wait. What? They're going to step back and let the heist happen?
Unless it gets out of hand, civilians get hurt--
Which part of "they killed him" don't you understand?
You promised me you'd pull me out of here if anything went wrong, no matter what.
It's another 12 hours.
And then you're done.
You were never going to get me out, were you?
That was just a stupid, fucking line.
I'm leaving you in there because I have total faith in you.
What if something happens?
Do you have my back, yes or no?
[Armstrong] Of course.
I promise.
- One hundred per-- - [line clicks]
[line beeping]
[Thomas] Let's go, people. Time's a-wasting. Wheels up in five.
Sorry, I couldn't get Harper to sleep.
- Are you going to leave her here alone? - I don't have any choice.
Lena, you can sit this one out.
What the fuck is your game?
- Nothing, I'm just-- - Yeah, nothing.
Let's go.
Hey, let's go.
[keys jangle]
[engine starts]
[suspenseful action music playing]
[Thomas] Mask up.
[man over radio] Control, we're on approach.
[buzzer sounds]
[van beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
- [gate buzzes] - [guard] Right, lock up. Three.
[guard 2] Door secured.
[Thomas] This is our time, people. Let's go.
[Erin] Ready?
[tires squeal]
[guard] No, no, no, no! No! No!
- [Thomas] Nicely done. - [guard] What are you doing?
- [thug] Hands up! - [Gaspar] Nobody move!
[Margot] Hands up.
Against the wall!
- [overlapping yelling] - [Thomas] Move! Move!
Fucking move!
[overlapping yelling]
- [Thomas] On your knees! - [Lena] Hands behind your back!
[Gaspar] Move!
[grunts]
[Gaspar] Move quicker! On your back!
[Thomas] Get on your fucking knees!
[Margot] Down on your knees!
[Lena] Put your fucking hands behind your back now!
[Gaspar] Leave your hands where I can fucking see them!
- [beeps] - [Thomas] Five minutes! Let's do this!
[driver] What the fuck! No, no, please!
[Lena] Perimeter sweep. I'll make sure there's no one else.
[Margot] No, no, no. Eyes front, asshole.
[Thomas] Let's move it! Come on. Push it!
[Gaspar] Locked down, ready.
[driver] Let us out.
[man] What the fuck?
[driver] Fuck! Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Whoa!
No! No!
What are you doing?
We don't have anything! Hey!
[Margot] Eyes front, I said!
[driver] Help!
Help!
[thug] Setting charges.
Charges set.
[Erin] She's been too long.
Three, two, one.
[men exclaiming]
[Gaspar] Are we good?
Are we good?
- [thug] We're better than good. - [Gaspar] Hell yes.
- [thug] We're rich! - [Thomas] Two minutes!
[Erin] We're still one down. She hasn't come back.
[Thomas] Go. Check it out.
[alarm blaring]
- [guard] Down! - [Lena] All right, okay, fine.
[guard] Take that mask off! Nice and slow. Down.
[Erin] Drop it!
Ah, shit.
[Lena] Fuck he's still alive! Go! Run!
Move! Move! Move!
[man over radio] Dispatch to Trojan, shots fired.
Repeat, shots fired. Control advises green to engage...
[Thomas] The police are on us. We got to move out now.
[Margot] How are they on us so quickly?
[Thomas] We're done! Move!
[Margot] Bullshit.
[dramatic music playing]
[Lena] Move! Come on! Come on! Come on! Let's move!
[Thomas] Go!
[Lena] Go, go, go!
[police siren blaring]
[Lena] Come on, police!
[Thomas] It's not a response. It's a fucking ambush! Gun it! Go! Go!
Jesus, get rid of 'em!
Come on. Put your foot down! Get us out of here.
[Lena] Come on, Kate!
[Thomas] Go! Go! Get us out! Fuck!
- [grunts] - [Lena] Daryl's shot!
[Thomas] Come on! Get us the fuck out of here!
[Gaspar] Aim at the tires!
[Daryl] I can't believe I got fucking shot!
[Gaspar] Come on, man. Be strong.
[Thomas] I suppose you nearly are as good as me mum.
[cartoon] I wanna hear it all. How are you...
Unload and switch vehicles!
[Gaspar] Come on. Come on.
[grunts]
[laughing]
I'm gonna check on Harper.
It is you, isn't it?
You're the fucking rat!
I'll be back in a second, okay?
[Margot] You open fired and gave them the fucking signal.
- I was the one that got us out, okay? - You got us out?
- Hey. - [Margot] You got us fucked!
It was my fuck-up. She was helping me.
Did you see how fast the police cars were on us after she pulled the trigger?
- Margot-- - Lena! They were waiting for us, Lena.
They fucking knew.
You weren't there. I was. It was my fuck-up.
- Sh! - [Margot] I'm the one who vouched for you.
[clanging]
- [breathing heavily] - [beeping]
[rapid beeping]
[Margot] I fucking knew it! I knew it!
Give me...
[officer] Armed police! Put down you weapons!
[officer 2] Weapons down! Get on the floor!
- [officer] Armed police! - [officer 3] We have you surrounded.
[officer] Get down! Get on the floor now!
Now! Get 'em down!
[officer 2] We have you surrounded! Weapons down!
Go! Go!
[gunshots]
[officer] Shots fired! Shots fired!
[indistinct yelling]
[gunshots]
[officer 2] Take cover!
[Harper] Mummy.
[Lena grunts]
Lena!
Fuck!
[gunshots]
[panting]
[officer] Weapons down! Get on the floor! Get on the floor!
Come on. Come on. It's okay. Don't worry. It's okay.
[gunshots]
Kate!
Fuck. Kate!
Ah! You fucking bitch!
[officer] Weapons down! On the floor!
[gunshots]
[Erin] We're gonna play hide and seek, okay? Just stay down.
Just remember to hide, okay? It's going to be fine.
[Margot] Kate!
[officer] Weapons down! Weapons down!
[indistinct yelling]
[dramatic music playing]
[officer] Weapons down! Weapons down!
[horn blaring continuously]
[Armstrong] Oh, thank God. Where are you?
What the hell happened?
They shot the place up.
Your people opened fire on the police first.
They're not my people!
That's not what I meant.
They could've killed me. They could've killed a child.
I know. I'm looking into it. Just come in.
Is that why you chose me, Jim?
'Cause you knew I was disposable?
No, of course not.
You said it yourself. Your department needed the win.
You're not thinking straight.
You have the kid, don't you?
And some of the bullion was missing.
Now think about what you're doing.
You'd be on the run.
That's no life. Not for you, not for the child.
You still have a place here, Kate.
That's not my name.
Fuck.
[sighs]
[Erin] Harper.
Hey.
Listen, it's gonna be okay. I promise.
[heartfelt music playing]
[theme music playing]