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Sit down.

Talk.

Well, me, Macky and Bowes were

What? Looking for a madness?

I think we killed someone.

Some camel jockey.

Sorry, I mean

an Indian guy.

He weren't moving.

Okay.

Okay, I'll look into it.

Thank you--

Shut up.

I ain't finished yet.

If he's dead,

you're on your own.

Yeah? In fact, Ill

come round your yard

and nick you myself.

Now you go home

and you wait till

you hear from me.

It's choice time, John.

If he lives...

you either quit that gang

or you quit coming round

here, you understand?

Yeah.

Yeah, what?

Yes, ma'am.

Brant, can l

have a word?

I just need to

have a quick chat.

So what can l

do for you?

I need a favor.

A friend of mine is in trouble.

I need to get him off the hook.

Someone you're riding?

What?

No, nothing like that.

He's a kid.

There's a DI.

I used to know him

from way back.

We shared a snitch in Brixton.

He'll be able to help.

Name?

Stokes. Craig Stokes.

Thank you.

Now you owe me one.

Harold Dunlop.

I read your stuff

in the papers.

I've got some information

on the police killings.

All rig ht.

Hang on.

All right. Fire away.

Aw, have some

f***ing manners.

I'm offering you information.

You don't even say hello.

It's a pleasure to make

your acquaintance.

Is that better?

I detest sarcasm.

Maybe I'll start

on journalists when

I've finished my cop quota.

Oh, uh, heh...

Listen fellow.

You and me got off to

the wrong start, didn't we?

So let's try again now.

What's your name?

Oh, Christ. I'm not sure

you're even up to the task.

What task?

Reporting from inside

the police killings?

Where are you on

the food chain?

You got any clout?

Well, I'm a staff writer

in the crime department, yeah.

I can make you famous.

Yo there, copper!

Remember me?

Do you want something?

Thing.

What?

It's 'something'

not somethink.'

You should at least

be able to speak properly.

Look, get lost mate, yeah?

I've got a question, yeah?

What would you do...

if I was

to call you a c*nt?

Which do you prefer?

Seven or eight?

Eight.

Eight it is.

Hang on. What?

Eight what?

Eight more coppers

to kill. Bye.

What--

Cup of tea

and a biscuit.

Are you as black

as you're painted?

Are you as Nancy

as they say?

Thing is, Brant,

if there's a problem,

I'm gonna need to know about it.

There's a problem, all right.

Some sick f***

is killing policemen...

and he's only just started.

I meant between us.

I know what you meant.

Problem?

Not unless you

follow me into public toilets.

So I don't get to be

head boy. Big f***ing deal.

Less paperwork for me.

There's nothing, sir.

See if you

can get me a possible

match of the bullet.

Yes, sir.

Just keep it open

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