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The Getaway Game Script

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Written By: Robert Carr
E-Mail: robcar@parnell.fslife.co.uk 
Version: 6.00
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|               ***========== TABLE OF CONTENTS ==========***                |
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| 1. Version History                                                         |
| 2. Game Script                                                             |
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|                            -= Mark Hammond =-                              |
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|  1. The Frightener                | 7. Filthy Business                     |
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|  2. Burning Bridges               | 8. A Touch of Class                    | 
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|  3. Art Appreciation              | 9. The Cowgirl and the Cash            |
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|  4. Aiding and Abetting           | 10. A Cat in a Bag                     |
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|  5. Taxi For Mr. Chai?            | 11. The Prodigal Son                   | 
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|  6. Out of the Frying Pan         | 12. Aboard the Sol Vita                |
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|                           -= Frank Carter =-                               |
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| 13. Bargain Basement              | 19. Stalking McCormack                 |
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| 14. Show Some Remorse             | 20. Do the World A Favour              |
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| 15. Disturbance In Soho           | 21. The Jolson Files                   |
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| 16. Painting the Town Red         | 22. Meet Mark Hammond                  |
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| 17. Escort Service                | 23. Showdown With Jake                 |
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| 18. The Vigilante                 | 24. Land of Hope and Glory             |
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| 3. Copyright                                                               |
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1. Version History
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Version 1.00 ~ 12/7/2004  
~ Added 'The Frightener' 
~ Added 'Burning Bridges' 
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Version 2.00 ~ 14/7/2004 
~ Added 'Art Appreciation' 
~ Added 'Aiding and Abetting'
~ Added 'Taxi For Mr. Chai?'
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Version 3.00 ~ 17/7/2004
~ Added 'Out of the Frying Pan' 
~ Added 'Filthy Business' 
~ Added 'A Touch of Class'
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Version 4.00 ~ 18/7/2004
~ Added 'The Cowgirl and the Cash' 
~ Added 'A Cat in a Bag' 
~ Added 'The Prodigal Son' 
~ Added 'Aboard the Sol Vita' 
~ Added 'Bargain Basement' 
~ Added 'Show Some Remorse'
~ Added 'Disturbance In Soho' 
~ Added 'Painting the Town Red'
~ Added 'Escort Duty'
~ Added 'The Vigilante'
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Version 5.00 ~ 19/7/2004
~ Added 'Stalking McCormack'
~ Added 'Do the World A Favour'
~ Added 'The Jolson Files'
~ Added 'Meet Mark Hammond'
~ Added 'Showdown With Jake'
~ Added 'Land of Hope and Glory'
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Version 6.00 ~ 20/7/2004
~ Corrected a few mistakes
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2. Game Script
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                             -= Mark Hammond =-
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1. The Frightener
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Harry, Eyebrows and Grievous wait in a car while Yasmin knocks on the door of 
Mark Hammond's house. Harry and Eyebrows talk about Yasmin.

Eyebrows: 
What's with the bird, Harry?

Harry: 
She's one of Charlie's specials.

Eyebrows: 
Specials?

Harry: 
Special people with special jobs. She used to be on the game until she found 
her true calling.

Eyebrows: 
What the fuck you talking about, Harry?

Harry: 
She does the wet jobs. Charlie says they never see it coming from a bird.

Eyebrows: 
What, she's a topper? 

Harry: 
Oh, yeah, mate. She's not the slightest bit squeamish about a bit of claret. 

Eyebrows: 
Why the fuck do we need someone like that on a job like this? It's meant to be 
a simple frightener. We pick up the bird, we pick up the kid and we take them 
to Charlie. 

Harry: 
You going soft, Eyebrows? Getting scruples, mate? Don't you know things have an 
habit of getting complicated?

Eyebrows: 
Complicated? What can be complicated about picking up some bird and her kid?

Yasmin walks back over and gets in the car.

Yasmin: 
They're on their way down.

She notices Eyebrows is staring at her.

Yasmin: 
And what are you looking at?

Eyebrows looks away.

Yasmin: 
Oh, nothing to say? Good. Fuckin' Charlie. Said I'd be working with 
professionals, not a bunch of bloody has-beens.

Harry: 
Shut it, 'ere they come.

Suzie and Alex Hammond leave the house.

Harry: 
Right, let's do the business then.

Yasmin: 
Watch and learn something. You move when I tell you to move. We'll wait till 
they've locked the door. The first rule: Never leave the transaction an 
obvious route of escape.

Suzie locks the door and starts walking down the street with Alex.

Yasmin: 
Let's go.

Harry, Yasmin and Grievous get out of the car and walk over to Suzie.

Eyebrows: 
Transaction? Christ, what a bitch!

Suzie is talking to Alex about school.

Suzie: 
Your dad told me you might be captain of the squad this year. We'd be proud of 
you then, eh?

Yasmin: 
Mrs. Hammond. Could we have a word? We've got a few questions we'd like to ask 
you.

Suzie: 
Who's asking?

Yasmin: 
We'd like to discuss this in private, if we could.

Suzie: 
You're not the police. Since when did the police start dressing like common 
tarts?

Yasmin: 
You bitch!

They start fighting in the street.

Suzie: 
Run, Alex! Run!

Yasmin: 
Get them in the car. Move it!

Suzie: 
MARK! Go, Alex, run! MARK!

Yasmin: 
Shut him up!

Mark hears the shouting from his bedroom. He gets up and runs to the window.

Mark: 
Suze!

Suzie: 
MARK!

He runs downstairs. Harry and Grievous wrestle with Suzie. A gun goes off.

Alex:
MUM!

Yasmin: 
Idiots! Bloody amateurs!

Mark runs out to the street.

Eyebrows drives the car just down the road from Mark's house.

Eyebrows: 
Come on, get in the car, quick!

Alex: 
Put me down! Get off!

Yasmin picks Alex up and tries to get him into the car.

Eyebrows: 
Come on, come on! Get him in. Get him in.

Harry, Grievous and Yasmin get in the car. 

Eyebrows: 
Go! Go! Go! Go! 

They drive off as Mark runs over to Suzie.

Mark: 
Don't worry, Suze.

Mark picks up the gun, leaving his fingerprints on it.

Suzie: 
Get our boy back. Get our boy...

A woman walks round the corner behind Mark, screams, and drops her bags when 
she sees Suzie on the floor. 

Mark: 
Suze! Suzie!

Suzie dies. He screams and runs to his car. He chases the red car to Charlie's 
warehouse and shoots his way through the warehouse to Charlie's office. 

Mark: 
Jolson, you bastard!

Alex: 
Dad! 

Mark is hit over the head and knocked unconscious. He wakes up tied to a chair. 
Alex is no longer in the room.

Eyebrows: 
I think he's with us again.

Charlie: 
Morning, sunshine. Good to see you again. D'you sleep well? You look a little 
drowsy. Grievous, bring the boy round. I want his undivided attention.

Mark: 
Where's my son, you fat bastard?

Charlie: 
Patience, Mark, my boy. All in good time.

Mark: 
I'm warning you, Charlie. If you don't tell me where my son is, you better kill
me now.

Charlie: 
Is that any way to greet an old friend? Stop talking and start listening, 
Hammond. You're in no position to be making demands.

Mark: 
What's this all about, Charlie? I thought you'd retired. You know I have. I'm 
not with the Collins' gang any more. You know that. I'm running a nightclub. 
I've been out nearly two months and I'm not in the life. I don't do this shit 
any more!

Charlie:
Relax son, you'll do yourself an injury.

Mark:
I'll do you an injury, Charlie! I fuckin' swear I'll kill you!

Eyebrows tries to keep Mark from jumping out of the chair.

Eyebrows:
Get back here! Get back here!

Charlie: 
Eyebrows... Eyebrows... Sit down and behave yourself. Make the boy listen.

Eyebrows punches Mark and he falls to the floor.

Charlie: 
Can you hear me? Are you listening now, Markie-boy? Put him in the chair. Do I
have your attention now, Markie-boy? Cos we're gonna play a little game. Do you
like games, son? Eyebrows, give him the phone.

Eyebrows hands Mark a phone.

Charlie:
This is the game we're gonna play. It's a bit like Simon Says, only you do what
I say. I ring you, you do the job. You don't do what I tell you, the kid dies. 
You don't do it where I tell you, the kid dies. You don't do it when I tell 
you, the kid dies! You getting my drift? If you want to see your kid alive, you 
do exactly what I say! You talk to anyone, you're late, or you let me down, 
your kid dies. Do I make myself clear?

Mark:
Crystal. What's this all about, Charlie? What are you doing this to me for? I 
ain't done nothin' to you. 

Charlie: 
You're still not paying attention. Not a very good listener, are you,
son? You're on the run. You killed your wife. You left the murder weapon behind
at the scene. You're a convicted bank robber. Do you think the filth are gonna 
believe you?

Mark: 
You better kill me now, Charlie... I'm telling you... cos if you don't... I'll 
get you for this, I swear!

Charlie:
Mark... Mark... Mark... Such anger. What am I going to do with you?

He turns round and punches Mark.

Charlie:
You have no idea, do you, son? You thought I was ready for the old people's 
home? When Bethnal Green are done with you, we'll bury you and your kid.

He turns round and starts laughing.

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2. Burning Bridges
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Mark wakes up battered and bruised in a car outside Charlie's warehouse. He 
sits up and his phone rings.

Mark:
Hello. What? Yeah, alright I'm listening.

Charlie: 
Rise 'n' shine, Markie-boy. You've got work to do.

Mark:
Get on with it, Jolson!

Charlie: 
I want you to pay your old pals down in Soho a visit. Frith Street, innit? I 
want you to let Nick Collins know you're no longer friends. 

Mark: 
What's this all about, Charlie?

Charlie:
I want you to do a little DIY.

Mark:
I'm not sure I get you. 

Charlie:
I want you to remodel Collins' restaurant, The Republic. I mean trash it. Smash
the place to pieces. Crucify 'em! No, wait. Torch the place! You got me? Don't 
leave there until that place is a towering fucking inferno! 

Mark: 
You're off your fuckin' rocker, Charlie. That's my old turf! They're friends of
mine.

Charlie:
You heard me. Just get on with it. I'd better be seeing The Republic on the six 
o' clock news, or your boy will be all over the headlines by ten. I don't want 
any excuses, Hammond. Just do the job if you want to see your kid alive.

Mark drives to The Republic, torches it, and escapes out of Soho.

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3. Art Appreciation
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Mark is driving down the street. He stops and phones Charlie.

Mark:
Charlie.

Charlie:
You did well, my son. I hear it's a right hornets' nest down there in Soho.

Mark:
Right, Charlie. I've done what you asked. I want my kid back.

Charlie:
Don't be hasty, my son. I've got another errand I'd like you to do.

Mark:
No way, Jolson! You almost got me killed down there. I hurt people, old friends
of mine. That ain't enough for you, is it? You've got some serious fuckin' 
nerve.

Charlie: 
You better look lively, Hammond. I thought you were in a hurry to see your boy. 

Mark: 
All right, Charlie, what do you want?

Charlie:
The locusts, those naughty boys from Gerrard Street, are havin' themselves a 
little society bash at the Reptilian Gallery in Hyde Park. Now, I wonder what 
the art crowd would think if they knew the 14K were moving smack from the 
basement.

Mark:
You must be joking! You want me to hit the Triads?

Charlie: 
I don't joke, son. Now, listen. Those 14K will be at the gallery. There'll be 
all sorts of gook bastards around. You're going to crash their party. Now mind 
you don't disturb 'em. They get awful mad them boys, if they feel like they've 
lost face over something. I need you to lift a little something from the 
basement. However, you've got to go in the front door to get it.

Mark:
Something?

Charlie:
Yeah, it's an ornament for the garden, a terracotta soldier, but don't worry, 
it ain't big.

Mark:
Yeah, well, how am I gonna know which one, eh?

Charlie:
You can't miss it, son. It's the one with the stupid grin. Now, be careful. 
It's fragile. It's an historical heirloom. Oh, yeah, and it contains a kilo 
of smack. Now, when you get it, meet me at Reggie's, you know, the Spotted Dog 
in Whitehall. We'll 'ave a nice little drink.

Mark:
You lay one finger on my son, Jolson... I want to talk to him, now!

Charlie:
All in good time, son. I'm taking very good care of him. Treating him like one 
of me own. So, don't you worry. You worry about your half of the deal and get 
me that garden gnome!

Charlie hangs up. Mark phones Liam, who's at the Touch of Class bar in Soho.

Liam:
Hurry up, man. Come on. Right, now sling your hook! Go on.

He answers his phone.

Liam:
Yeah?

Mark:
Liam, it's Mark. 

Liam:
Have you gone completely fucking psycho? What the fuck have you been doing, 
man? You're a fucking dead man after this morning's escapade. Those boys were 
mates of yours and you shot 'em all. What you ringing me for? Fuck off!

Mark:
Listen, Liam, I can explain.

Liam:
Wait, wait, wait. Explain? Explain what? Would you have shot me if I'd been 
there too?

Mark:
Look, I don't know. The Bethnal boys murdered Suzie. Jolson's kidnapped Alex 
and I need some help, right? I've got no one else to turn to, Liam.

Liam:
Bloody hell. Listen, can you prove it, though? Jolson? Charlie Jolson?

Mark:
Yeah, Jolson.

Liam:
What, that old National Front geezer in the pinstriped suit? I thought he was
in some retirement home or some bedsit in Margate and he's got Alex? Fucking
hell. Listen, the Old Bill are looking everywhere for you. You're all over the
TV, they're saying that you killed her, that your prints are all over the gun
and that you kidnapped the boy too. Listen, I don't know what you expect me to
do, man, I don't even know what I can do, and why should I trust you, anyway?

Mark:
Liam, I need you to find Alex, all right? If you can't do it for me, do it for
him. I'm already a dead man.

Liam:
You're asking me to risk everything?

Mark:
Look, I know, Liam. But he's all I've got and that evil bastard Jolson's got 
him.

Liam:
So, listen, have you any idea where they're holding him?

Mark:
So you'll help then, yeah?

Liam:
I'll see what I can do. I'm not making any promises. Can I get you on this 
number?

Mark: 
Yeah, look ring me when you find out anything. I've gotta go, mate. Jolson's 
got me running all over the gaff. Look, cheers, Liam.

Liam:
Yeah, yeah. Save it, mate, save it.

Mark drives to the Reptilian gallery in Hyde Park and shoots his way to the 
basement where he finds the ornament. As he escapes outside, Mr. Lee, the 
leader of the Triads watches from an upstairs window.

Mr. Lee:
How dare he? Who dares cause trouble on our doorstep? He doesn't look familiar,
could he be a renegade?

Triad:
Not renegade. Collins gang, boss. They will pay for this insult!

Mark escapes the pursuing Triads and makes his way to the Spotted Dog in 
Whitehall.

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4. Aiding and Abetting
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Mark enters the Spotted Dog with the terra cotta soldier garden ornament. 
Charlie is sitting at a table with Harry, Grievous and Walter.

Charlie:
Very good, my son. You've done very, very well. I see you've brought a little 
something for me. How thoughtful. He's doing well, isn't he, lads?

Mark:
Charlie... I'm tired of this. You want this statue... ...you give me my son.

Charlie:
Is that what you call gratitude? I take your boy in like he's one of my own. 
Good ol' Uncle Charlie. Can you believe that, Harry?

Mark:
I'm not playing your games any more, Charlie. I'm fuckin' sick of it!

Harry: 
He's out of order. He should learn some manners. He didn't seem to learn last 
time. Maybe we should give him another lesson.

Charlie:
I think we might have to, Harry.

Mark:
Don't push me, Charlie.

He aims his gun at Charlie. Harry jumps out of his chair and aims his gun at 
Mark.

Harry:
Steady.

Charlie:
Don't be silly, boy. Think what could happen to your little Alex. You're in no 
position to be playing around.

Mark:
I ain't messin' around, Charlie!

The barkeep hits Mark over the head with a bottle and he falls to the floor. 
Harry goes over to him and starts kicking him in the stomach.

Harry:
I'll fuckin' do you badly, Hammond!

Grievous and Walter try to pull Harry away from Mark.

Grievous:
That's enough, Harry! Harry! Harry! He's still useful.

Harry:
Fucking get up!

Charlie stands over Mark. Harry tries to get to Mark again.

Harry:
Get off! Get off me!

Charlie:
Can you hear me, boy? This ain't a two-way contract. You don't get out until I 
fucking say you're out, right? I can't trust you now, Markie-boy. You've 
spurned the hand of friendship. So, I'm sending Eyebrows with you on a little 
mission to the courthouse. You see, they've got our lad, Jake. You remember 
Jake? You've had a few run-ins with him in the past. However, he's gonna be 
pleased to see you, cos you're going to break him out. Now, it'll be crawling 
with filth. They'll be all over the place. Some of the boys'll take care of the
escort. You just get the fuckin' van and ram it off the road. Eyebrows'll take 
care of the rest. Are you getting this? Don't you disappoint me, Hammond. Let's
hope Harry here's knocked some fucking sense into you.

They start to leave and as they do, Harry kicks Mark a few more times.

Harry:
Fucking manners!

Mark gets a phone call from Liam.

Mark:
Yeah.

Liam:
Mark, it's Liam. What the fuck have you been up to, man? The whole of 
Chinatown's gone mad. You're a bloody mobile disaster.

Mark:
It's not by choice, mate. That bastard Jolson has got me right where he wants 
me. 

Liam:
Look, I can't find your boy anywhere. He's still gotta be at Charlie's 
warehouse, mate. I don't know about going there. I doubt if I'd get anywhere 
near the place.

Mark:
I'm climbin' the walls, mate, worrying about him. If I don't do this shit, he's
dead... ...and if we don't find him... it just don't bear thinking about.

Liam:
Look, I'll keep askin' around, man, but look, this is getting out of control.

Mark:
I'll make this up to you, Liam. You're a diamond, mate.

Liam:
Listen, man, how about laying low until we can sort this out.

Mark:
I'd love to, mate. I really would. That bastard Jolson has got me right where 
he wants me, running around all over town. Look, just ring me if you hear 
anything, OK?

Liam:
All right, man.

Liam hangs up. Mark leaves the pub. He drives to the police van and starts 
ramming it until it's nearly destroyed. The drivers call for backup.

Driver:
Back-up! Get some back-up. Get some back-up. We're all over the place.

Eyebrows shoots the van and it is overturned and slides along the pavement and
lies on its side. Eyebrows gets out of the car and shoots the officers as they
try to crawl away.

Eyebrows:
This is too easy.

He shoots some more officers.

Mark:
Oi, just get Jake and let's get out of here, eh?

Jake crawls out of the van.

Jake:
All right, Brow?

Eyebrows:
Jake!

Jake stands up and walks over to Eyebrows.

Jake:
Eyebrows, you look like you're havin' a right laugh, mate.

Eyebrows:
Jake, good to see ya mate. I'm having a right laugh. I'm killin' myself.

Jake sees Mark in the car.

Jake:
What the fuck is that prick doin' here?

Eyebrows:
He's Charlie's little errand boy. Does whatever the guv tells him, don't you, 
son?

Mark:
Do you think we can get the hell out of here before every copper in London 
turns up, or what?

Jake:
He never did have much sense of humour. All them Collins lot are miserable 
wankers. 

Eyebrows opens the boot of the car and lifts a dummy of Jake out.

Jake:
Here, what you doin', Brow?

Eyebrows:
Just tidying up a few details.

He drags the dummy over to the police van and sets it down, making it look like
Jake is dead.

Eyebrows:
It's too bad you never made it, Jake.

Jake:
Yeah, it's a bloody tragedy, mate.

Eyebrows:
Well, at least we'll have a few drinks at your funeral.

Eyebrows takes a grenade launcher out of the car.

Jake:
Yeah, well here, give that here. If I'm gonna go, I may as well top myself.

He takes the grenade launcher and shoots at the police van causing it to 
explode.

Jake:
Yes!

He jumps up and down.

Mark:
Can we get the hell out of here, then?

Jake:
What's your fucking hurry, Hammond? Got any more grenades, Brow?

Eyebrows:
No, we got that off some Russian geezer. The pineapples are hard to come by. I 
tell you what, have a go on this. I've got a few rounds left in the clip.

Jake:
That'll have to do, I suppose.

At that moment, Frank Carter speeds around the corner and drives towards Jake.
Jake starts firing at Frank's car.

Mark:
Oi, psycho, every cop in London'll be here in a minute! Can we do this later?

Eyebrows:
All right, all right, he's almost done.

Mark:
Just get in the fuckin' car, will ya?

Jake:
C'mon you fuckin' bastards! Have some of this!

Jake continues firing at the car and it swerves off the road and slides on to 
its side. Jake lies down in the back of Mark's car and they drive off.

Eyebrows:
Keep your head down, Jake. You're meant to be dead.

Frank sees Mark in the car as they drive off. They drive back to Charlie's 
warehouse.

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5. Taxi For Mr. Chai?
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Jake motions for Eyebrows and Mark to be quiet as he sneaks into Charlie's 
warehouse. He sees Grievous sitting at a table with a couple of goons.

Jake:
Gotcha!

Grievous jumps out of his chair.

Grievous:
Jesus Christ! Jake, you crazy bastard! How did you get out? You scared the shit
out of me!

Jake:
Call yourself villains? Jumpin' around like bloody schoolgirls. I could have 
been the filth. You'd have all been nicked. 

Grievous:
Speakin' of which, how the fuck did you get out?

Jake: 
I had some help from my mate Brow, and this tosser from Soho, Hammond.

Mark:
Fuck you, Jake.

Jake:
I tell you what, though. It was worth getting banged up for the fun I had 
getting out.

Walter runs out.

Walter:
Here. I've just seen it. It's all over the telly! It looks absolutely mental!

Jake:
Mental?! You calling me crazy, fat boy?

Walter:
No, mate. Never. We're all glad to see you. Ain't we, lads? In fact, we got a 
welcome-home present for you. Come up and see.

Jake:
Not you two. Stay here and watch him. Hammond, I've got some business to attend
to upstairs. I'll see you later.

He starts to leave.

Jake:
Oi, Hammond don't piss about. We'll be needing you later.

He leaves the room and heads upstairs. Sparky is upstairs. He has Johnny Chai
wired up to the ceiling and is electrocuting him to the music that is playing. 
Walter opens the door to Sparky.

Walter:
Good to have you back, Jake.

Jake:
Stay here. Keep your eyes open.

He enters the room.

Jake:
Sparky, my old son.

Sparky:
Jakey! Fuck me! I won't ask how you got out.

Jake:
Sparky, it was brilliant, you would have loved it.

Sparky:
Yeah, it looked fucking mental. I was stuck here with this slag, Johnny.

Johnny whines.

Jake:
Shut it! I'll be with you in a moment. We mullahed 'em.

He hits Johnny with the butt of his gun.

Sparky:
Careful, Jake, you fucking loony. He's still wired!

He crouches down to turn the electricity off.

Jake:
I can see you're up to your old tricks again, Sparky. The old man always said 
learning a trade would come in handy. There you go, son, help yourself.

He gives his gun to Walter.

Jake:
You can't have all the fun now, especially now I'm back.

Johnny screams. Downstairs, Mark phones Liam.

Mark:
Liam. Yeah. I'm at the warehouse.

Upstairs, Jake is pounding Johnny.

Jake:
Fucking locusts.

Sparky:
Go on, Jake.

Jake:
Fucking baboons...

Sparky:
Kill the bastard. Give it to him.

Jake:
Fucking think we've gone soft? Fuckin' think my uncle's a pussy?

Downstairs, Mark continues talking to Liam over the phone.

Liam:
What the fuck is going on over there, man? It sounds like a slaughterhouse.

Mark:
I don't know, mate. I think they're laying into some poor bastard upstairs.

Upstairs, Jake continues pounding Johnny.

Jake:
Fucking... Fucking pussies!

Downstairs, Mark continues talking with Liam.

Liam:
Have you given the place a good goin' over yet?

Mark:
I've gotta take this chance now, while they're occupied. Alex's gotta be here 
somewhere. I better move, mate.

Mark sneaks upstairs to Charlie's office. He looks in the desk drawers, checks
some files and checks the phone for messages. He then phones Liam.

Mark:
Liam, I'm in Charlie's office. I've looked everywhere. There's no sign of Alex.
I suppose it was a long shot that they'd keep him here anyway. Hang on a 
minute. This looks interesting. I'm looking at a map of London and it looks 
like Charlie's monopoly board. He's got places marked all over. There's a 
lock-up in Scoresby Street in Southwark... there's a big house in Mayfair on 
Upper Brook... and there's a depot in King's Cross. Can you check them out for 
me, mate?

Liam:
All right, mate, give me the addresses again and I'll try.

Mark:
Look, do it, Liam. Just ask around, mate. I'm running out of time.

Jake walks into the room.

Jake:
Oi, Hammond. What are you doing? Oi, boys, in here! I thought I told you to 
stay put.

Walter, Eyebrows and Sparky enter the room.

Mark:
What do you think I'm doing, moron? I'm looking for my kid.

Jake:
What did he call me?

Walter:
A Mormon.

Jake:
What the fuck's that?

Eyebrows:
You know, Mormon - them Bible-bashers come round knocking on your door, telling
you Jesus is a fucking Yank.

Jake:
You must be losing it, Hammond. I've just been talking to Charlie about you and
your little boy. Very touching. But now you've got a job to do for us. You're 
gonna run this geezer over to Chinatown. It won't take long.

They lead Mark into the room where Johnny Chai is hanging.

Jake:
That's him. He's a little lost right now. Run him over to Gerrard Street.

Mark:
Fucking... You're a maniac, Jake. You're sick in the fucking head.

Jake grabs Mark by the neck and shakes him.

Jake:
Sick? Sick? You wanna see how sick I really am, you soft Soho wanker?

Sparky:
Jake, fucking calm down. Charlie needs him to do the job, all right?

Jake:
I'll let this lie for now as we're old friends... I'll let this slide. You've 
got a job to do.

Grievous drags Johnny down the stairs. Outside, Jake explains the job to Mark.

Jake:
You've got a small delivery to make. You see, Johnny here needs to find his way
home. He ain't feeling so good. He's just about ready to meet his ancestors. 
Take him over to the Sui Fung, over in Chinatown and Hammond, don't get 
yourself clipped. We've got big plans for you and little Alex. Just drop him 
and shift it. The 14K ain't gonna be too pleased the state their fucking boy's 
got himself into. They'll be after you, but don't lose 'em. Bring 'em down to 
Hollywell Street, off of Worship. And we'll be waitin'. Bring 'em all down. 
We'll massacre them! OK?

Mark:
You're a fuckin' genius, Jake.

Jake:
Do you really think so?

Outside, Jake explains the job to Mark while Grievous straps Johnny to the car
seat.

Mark:
This is a joke, right? You want me to drive clear across London with this thing
sitting next to me?

Grievous:
What you worrying for? He looks good. Like a Kung Fu movie. Ah, Grasshopper!

Jake:
Grievous, you worry me, mate. You, cut these tapes and kick him out the fucking
door. You ain't gonna have much time for anything else. We're doing you a 
favour. You got that? Now, get going.

Jake and Grievous step away from the car and start talking.

Jake:
Chop, chop. This won't take long.

Mark drives to Chinatown.

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6. Out of the Frying Pan
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Mark makes his way to Chinatown and stops outside the Sui Fung. He starts 
pulling the tapes off of Johnny Chai.

Mark:
It's time to meet the relatives, Johnny Chai.

He finishes ripping the tapes off and kicks Johnny out of the car. Two Triads 
run out wielding butcher knives.

Triad #1:
Johnny Chai? No!

Triad #2:
Go get the bastard!

Triad #1:
Get him!

Mark lures the Triads to Hollywell Street and realises it's a trap set by Jake.
He is trapped in the middle of a gunfight between the Yardies and the Triads 
and has to shoot his way out.

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7. Filthy Business
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Mark hides under an arch that leads out to the street. He looks round a corner. 

Mark:
Jake. I'll kill him for this. Whatever it takes, I'll kill him.

He checks to make sure no one's around and then casually walks out to the 
street. As he walks away, his phone rings.

Mark:
Charlie!

Harry:
Not quite. It's Harry, Charlie wanted me to relay a message.

Mark:
Fuck Charlie's message! That mental case, Jake almost got me killed, sent me 
into a war zone between the Yardies and the Triads! What's his game? There's 
fucking bodies all over the place.

Harry:
Fucking Jake! Boost the motor and get out of there. Charlie's got something for
you. He needs this one, son. He needs it bad. Do this one for you and he'll owe
you. He'll definitely give your boy back.

Mark:
He already owes me, he owes me blood. He killed my wife!

Harry:
Yeah, shame about that, Markie, nice 'arris that one, but that can't be helped 
now, can it? The Bill ain't givin' you much sympathy neither. So here's the 
drill: you do this job, you get your boy back. You fuck it up, he ends up in 
the river. It's that simple. How do you want to play it?

Mark:
Get to the point, Harry!

Harry:
All right, son. You're hitting a cop shop. Charlie wants that louse of a bent 
copper, McCormack, stone cold.

Mark:
You're 'aving a laugh, ain't you? How the hell am I supposed to manage that? 
McCormack, the head of the Flying Squad, bent? He's the one who nicked me for 
that five year stretch.

Harry:
Shut it and listen! He's been Charlie's bitch for ten years. But he's a two-
faced wanker. He's been working the other side, playing with the baboons. Now 
he's had Charlie's special girl, Yasmin brought in. Got to her before she could 
get to him. Charlie's worried she'll whistle. He wants them dead. Both of 'em!

Mark:
So, how the fuck do I do that? Shall I just waltz into Snow Hill, waving my 
hands around?

Harry:
Shut up and listen! Charlie's sorted it. He's got you a phone van and a 
uniform. They're expecting you - faulty phones.  You're getting geared up to 
fix the dogs. Just get your arse over to Grosvenor Place and pick up the van if
you want to see your boy.

Mark:
So, how should I do him, eh? How do I get a gun into a police station? Or 
should I just strangle him with the phone cord?

Harry:
Get to the evidence room. There's plenty of hardware lying around there. It's
on the first floor. You're in deep now, son, very deep. You're going to have to
play very rough if you ever want to get out and see the boy.

Mark shakes his head as Harry hangs up. He arrives at Grosvenor Place and is 
changing into the BT uniform when he gets a call from Liam.

Mark:
Yeah.

Liam:
Mark I'm getting no joy at the depot, mate. No one's been in or out of there 
all day. If Alex had been in there, I definitely would have seen something. I'm
on my way to have a look at the lock-up right now.

Mark:
I haven't a bloody clue, mate. If he's not... There's only one place left to 
try and I've got to go, mate, there's something I've gotta do right now.

Liam:
Oh, no, what are you up to now?

Mark:
You don't want to know, Liam. You definitely don't want to know about this one.

They hang up. Liam walks off.

Mark drives after the real BT van and rams it off the road. He drives to Snow 
Hill, makes his way to the evidence room, and kills McCormack before he reaches
the interrogation room to talk to Yasmin. In the interrogation room, Mark walks
into another small room and sees Yasmin.

Yasmin:
What happened to McCormack?

Mark:
You know what happened.

Yasmin:
Pull a hit in a police station? I don't know whether to admire your expertise 
or marvel at your stupidity. So, which is it?

Mark:
Cut the small talk, babe. The game's over for you.

Yasmin:
So, the old bugger sent you to clip me along with McCormack?

Mark:
Nothing personal you understand.

Yasmin:
So, what are you waiting for? You've probably got 30 seconds before they burst
through that door. It would be a mistake to shoot me. You're not a hitter, I 
can tell that much. You're Hammond, aren't you?

Mark:
And who the fuck are you?

Yasmin:
I was there when Charlie's boys topped your wife. Supposed to be a simple case
of nabbing the kid, but they killed her.

Mark:
Thanks for making it easy for me.

Mark gets ready to shoot Yasmin.

Yasmin: 
I know where your kid is. I can even get to him. I know the layout, the 
security, all of it. I'll help you, Hammond, if you help me.

Mark:
Why would I bother?

Yasmin:
Because without me, you'll never get out of this place alive, not after killing
the head of the Flying Squad. What are the odds? Exactly how much time do you 
reckon you've got?

Mark:
Why should I trust you?

Yasmin:
You haven't exactly got many friends left, have you?

Mark:
And you have?

Yasmin:
No, I haven't, but I never did. Look, I'm askin' your help, Hammond, but I'm 
not gonna beg. Now make your decision.

Mark:
Get up.

Yasmin slowly stands up.

Mark:
Out.

He pushes her outside where McCormack lies dead. 

Mark:
Get the gun.

She picks up McCormack's gun.

Yasmin:
We'll make it out of here OK. You'll see your kid again.

Mark:
What makes you so confident? Right now, our chances are about 100 to none.

Yasmin:
Probably, but you're forgetting something, for you, this is just some crazy 
vendetta, but for me, this is my job. I kill people for a living, Mark. I'm 
good at this shit.

Mark and Yasmin shoot their way out of the police station and drive to 
Charlie's depot in King's Cross.

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8. A Touch of Class
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Mark and Yasmin are sitting in a car outside Charlie's depot in King's Cross. 
He phones Harry.

Mark:
McCormack's dead.

Harry:
Well-fuckin'-done, Hammond... ...and Yasmin?

Mark looks at Yasmin.

Mark:
Yeah, her, too.

Harry:
Shame. Not a bad piece of crumpet, but you know women, mate, too much hassle.

He tells Charlie the news.

Harry:
He's only gone and done it! McCormack and the bird.

Charlie:
Seems we underestimated him. Well, seeing as I've lost one girl today, he can 
just get me another. I hear Layla's down at The Toucher, Collins' new bar in 
Soho. Tell Markie I'd kinda prefer if she was here with me.

Harry:
Right, Hammond, head on down to the Touch of Class. Your man Collins seems to 
have hired some dancing slut, goes by the name of Layla. She's one of Charlie's
birds and he'd like you to politely ask her to come back. Bring her to 
Charlie's gaff in Mayfair. You heard me. Get her and bring her here.

Mark:
When's this gonna end, Harry? This is getting past the point of ridiculous. 
I'll never get in and out of there in one piece. I'd be better off blowin' the
whistle and taking my chances. Maybe Jamahl and his Yardie-boys would like to 
know what's going on.

Harry:
It ends when Charlie bloody says so, all right? I'm looking at your boy right 
now. Just move it.

He hangs up.

Mark:
You fancy going clubbing?

Yasmin:
What the fuck are you talking about?

Mark:
Charlie... sending me on another suicide mission. Down to Soho, my old turf. He
wants me to grab some dancing slut named Layla... and take her back to his 
house in Mayfair. 

Yasmin:
Mark. That's perfect!

Mark:
Perfect... Perfect. It's a fucking human sacrifice, that's what it is.

Yasmin:
No, let's get her. It gives us a door into Charlie's place. That place is like
a bloody prison. I'm sure that's where he's holding your boy. If I can get 
inside, I can get to him.

Mark:
You sure?

Yasmin:
Yeah. And I'll settle the score with Charlie Jolson whilst I'm at it.

Mark:
I'm not worried about scores, Yasmin. I'll worry about scores when my boy's
safe, all right?

Mark drives to the Touch of Class and shoots his way inside.

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9. The Cowgirl and the Cash
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At the Touch of Class, Yasmin is kneeling over dead Layla. 

Yasmin:
Mark! Mark! Over here.

Mark runs over to Yasmin.

Mark:
Oh, tell me it ain't her!

He fires his gun into the air.

Yasmin:
Mark, meet Layla. Layla, meet Mark. Poor bitch must have copped it in the 
crossfire. What the fuck are we gonna do now!

Mark:
I don't know. I'm really up shit creek now. What's Charlie gonna do when I 
don't show with this slag? Fuck!

He fires two more shots.

Yasmin:
Calm down. I've got an idea. Well, sort of. And it'll sort Charlie out, too.

Mark:
Yeah? How d'you suppose we're gonna do that? That fat maggot loves this slag.

Yasmin:
Just get her boots off.

Mark:
Her boots?

Yasmin changes into the cowgirl costume. As they leave the Touch of Class, 
Mark's phone rings.

Mark:
Charlie... What do you want? I don't give a flying fuck. I want my boy. Yeah, I
got her. The cowgirl, right? You want to talk to her? Layla, Charlie wants a 
word.

He hands the phone to Yasmin, who tries to imitate Layla.

Yasmin:
Charlie? How are ya? I'm OK. Oh, look, Charlie, I'm really, really sorry. I 
said I'm sorry, Charlie. Of course I'll come over. I've always got time for my
Big Charlie Boy, ain't I?

Charlie:
You better be sorry. You're a naughty girl. You've caused me a lot of trouble.

Yasmin:
Not half as much trouble as I'd like to cause you.

Charlie:
Put our Markie on, darlin'. 

She holds the phone away from her mouth.

Yasmin:
Dirty old tosser. I knew he'd go for it. He wants you.

She hands the phone back to Mark.

Mark:
What d'you want now, Charlie? Unless you're handing over Alex, I'm not 
interested.

Charlie:
Just drop the girl at the gates, son. I'll see to her. You, my son, are doing 
so bleedin' well, I might just give you one last assignment. One more job and 
we're quits.

Mark:
No way, Jolson! No fuckin' way! You want the girl, you hand over my boy now. 

Charlie:
Calm down. You're on the home straight. All you gotta do is pay Jamahl's 
jungle-bunny chemists a visit.

Mark:
You must be out of your tiny fuckin' mind, Charlie, if you think I'm doing 
anything else for you.

Charlie:
Think about it, Hammond. There's a lot of wedge lying around up there in 
Rivington Street. What are you gonna do when you get your boy? You're the most
wanted man in London, probably England right now. You're going to need a little 
going-away present to buy your way out of town. Just do the job... and we'll 
split the cash at the depot. And you, my son, go and play Ronnie Biggs on the 
Costa.

Mark:
If I do this, Charlie, I get my boy back, yeah?

Charlie:
Just do the job and meet at the depot in King's Cross with the dosh. You'll get
your dues, Markie-boy. You'll get your dues.

After the phone call, Mark and Yasmin are standing by their car outside the 
Touch of Class.

Mark:
He's trying to fuck me over. He wants me to do the Yardies for their crack 
money.

Yasmin:
Forget him, Mark. Once I'm inside, it'll all be over.

Mark:
No, I'm going to do it. What's one more suicide mission? I'm going to do it, 
but not for him. I'm gonna need the money so me and Alex can blow town... and I
can pay you back. You're sure you can get in, yeah?

Yasmin:
Don't worry. He'll be dead before you even get to Rivington Street.

Mark drives to Charlie's house to drop Yasmin off, and then drives to the 
Yardies' crack house in Rivington Street. He shoots his way inside to the top 
floor, and finds the money on a table.

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10. A Cat in A Bag
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Mark feels through the bag.

Mark:
So this is what everyone's been dying for.

He phones Liam.

Mark:
Liam... it's Mark. Things are lookin' up. I think I've just hit the fuckin' 
jackpot. I'm standing here with about 300 grand's worth of Yardie blood money.

Liam:
You're gonna need it, mate. I don't think any amount of cash is going to get 
you out of this one.

Mark:
You're probably right, but if we're to stand any chance, I'm gonna need this 
cash.

Liam:
So, wait. Have you got him?

Mark:
Not yet, but I think I've finally got it covered. I've got a plant inside 
Charlie's mansion and she's on the case, mate.

Liam:
She must be pretty brave, man, or owe you a shit-load to take that lot on.

Mark:
Yeah, I suppose she is. I mean she does, yeah. Look... you get your arse over 
to Rivington Street. It can't be long till the filth get here. The money will 
be in the boot and the keys will be on the driver's side rear tyre. I'll boost 
another one to get out of here.

Liam:
What'll you be doin'? Won't Charlie be expecting the cash?

Mark:
Look, don't you worry about Charlie or Jake. It's time I did London a favour 
and took care of those two.

Liam:
Look, man, please don't do anything stupid.

Mark:
What have I got to lose Liam, eh?

Liam:
Only a pile of cash and your kid.

Mark:
Look, if anything happens to me, you use the cash to take care of him?

Liam:
You don't have to ask me.

Mark:
Look, I've got to get out of here. Charlie's expecting me over at King's Cross.

Liam:
Well, you do your worst, mate.

They hang up and Mark drives to the depot. At the depot, as he is walking 
through the parking lot, he notices a cat sitting on top of a dumpster. He 
shoves the cat into the bag. Jake, Eyebrows and Sparky are waiting for Mark 
around the corner. They turn the corner and see Mark.

Jake:
Oi, Hammond! You're not doing too bad, for a Collins boy. Now, hand over the 
fuckin' cash.

He aims his gun at Mark.

Mark:
Don't insult my intelligence. Where's Charlie? Where's my boy? He didn't say 
anything about handing the cash over to you. You want the cash, you produce my
boy now.

Jake:
So much attitude. What do I do to deserve this?

Sparky:
I don't know, Jake. It seems like no one appreciates a good guy these days.

Mark:
Have we finished with the comedy routine?

Eyebrows:
Yeah, we have. Now, hand over the fucking money.

He also aims his gun at Mark. Mark throws the bag to Jake.

Mark:
Catch, dickhead. You've got your fucking money. Now, finally, hand over my boy.

Jake:
You didn't seriously think Uncle Charlie would play ball, did ya?

Mark:
No, I didn't. It would be too much to expect any honour from the Jolsons. 
Honour amongst thieves, maybe, maggots, never.

Jake:
What did he say? What the fuck is stench?

Mark runs into the depot through a side door. Jake opens the bag and the cat 
jumps out on his face.

Jake:
What the...

Everyone's guns go off. Mark shoots his way through the depot.

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11. The Prodigal Son
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Mark wakes up in a cell next to Yasmin, somewhere under Charlie's warehouse. 
Charlie, Harry and Jake are standing over them.

Charlie:
I hear you've been a bad boy.

Jake kicks Mark and pokes him in the side of the head with his gun.

Charlie:
You betrayed my trust, Mark. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a man who
don't keep his word. Ain't that right, Yasmin?

He kicks Yasmin to wake her up.

Charlie:
Didn't quite manage it, did you, darlin'? I think you're losing your touch or 
got your mind on other things, maybe?

Mark:
Get on with it, Jolson. You've always been a drama queen. Why haven't you just 
clipped us?

Yasmin:
Yeah, Charlie, the suspense is killing me.

Charlie:
Really, children, there's nothing that would give me more pleasure. However, 
I've got bigger fish to fry. You see, everyone in this town, including my 
imbecile nephew, thinks I've gone soft, become a right soft touch, a regular 
pushover. I've got the baboons all over North London running guns doing crack, 
the fuckin' locusts with their smack in Chinatown, the fuckin' Collins' boy 
nonces muscling in on the skin trade. All on my manor. My fucking manor! Mine 
for 20 glorious years. They think they can eat away at me, like cancer, piece 
by piece, and I'll sit on my fat ass twiddling my thumbs. Well, they're wrong.
Ain't they?

Harry:
That's right, Charlie.

Charlie:
I've had them jumping through hoops. It's been a fuckin' bloodbath. It's all 
down to you, my son. Well, now that I've got all them cockroaches down to a 
manageable level, I'm going to throw them a bone. A little ray of hope from 
soft old Uncle Charlie. Unfortunately, my son, it's going to be you, Mark, 
the prodigal returned, the bad boy that's burned up half of London.

Harry gives Charlie a phone. Charlie phones Eyebrows.

Charlie:
Eyebrows, you at the river? And the bomb? Good. We're all set for our little 
meeting then?

Mark:
What does he want with a fucking bomb?

Charlie:
We're sorted, lads. Now to extend invitations.

He phones Mr. Lee.

Triad:
Yes?

Charlie:
This is Charlie Jolson. I'd like to speak to Mr. Lee.

Triad:
Charlie Jolson wants you.

Mr. Lee:
What does that bald-headed fuck want? Charlie Jolson.

Charlie:
I hear you've been having a spot of trouble with the blacks and those wankers
from Soho. Well, in the spirit of racial cooperation, I'm going to give you 
the boy that's been causing you all this strife.

Mark:
You fuckin' bastard, Jolson.

Charlie phones Jamahl.

Jamahl:
Who? Mark Hammond! Rhaatid!

Charlie:
I'm sure you'll be interested in having a word with him.

He phones Nick Collins.

Nick:
Mark Hammond? You bet your fuckin' balls I would.

Charlie:
That's the fuckin' spirit. We'll sort out a cushie little meeting point and 
I'll get back to you within the hour. We'll give him a proper little send-off.
Just remember, it's an exclusive fuckin' engagement. You get one guest only. I 
don't want any of your heavies.

They hang up.

Harry:
What about this heap of shit, Charlie?

Charlie:
The boys'll bring him down to the party. I wouldn't want our Markie and his new
bit of crumpet to miss this one. It's gonna be a blast! Come on, let's go and 
lay the table.

Charlie, Jake and Harry leave.

Mark:
Now I'm truly fucked. I've committed every crime known to man to get my boy 
back and I find out I was just a pawn in that mad maniac's scheme. Those 
fucking Triad boys are really gonna enjoy feeding me to the fish.

Yasmin:
You did better than most. Looks like everyone underestimated you. It's me who's
messed this up. I'm supposed to be good at this, remember? Instead, I've been 
caught like a rat in Charlie's trap.

Mark:
Yeah, well, at least you tried. At least I had one other person on my side. I 
just wish I had a little more time to spend with Alex before... I've been 
banged up for nearly all his life and when I finally get out, this shit 
happens.

Yasmin:
I saw your kid.

Mark:
You did! How was he? Was he OK?

Frank Carter sneaks past the cell door and leans against it.

Yasmin:
He was OK. He'd been crying, but apart from that, he was all right. He must 
look like his mum cos he doesn't look much like you. I only saw him for a 
second anyway, before all of Charlie's hi-tech shit came crashing down around 
me.

Mark:
You did better than I did. I didn't even get close. That fat slag will probably
blow up half of London and I'll take the rap for that as well.

Frank:
Oh, you're breaking my heart. Are you two just going to sit there feeling sorry
for yourselves or d'you want to stop that little Hitler?

Mark:
I know you. You're that cop from the prison van bust.

Yasmin:
He's filth, Mark. Frank Carter of the Flying Squad.

Frank:
That's right and I'm the only fuckin' choice you've got right now if you don't 
want to end up wasting away in the nick.

Mark:
Yeah? Well why does the Bill want to help me? You could make a name for 
yourself just by turning me in.

Frank:
I know what he's up to, Hammond. I heard the whole thing. I need you alive to 
ruin his plan. You're no good to me dead. Besides, you wouldn't last a night in
the cells of this town. Not after Snow Hill.

Yasmin:
Don't trust him Mark. He's filth.

Mark:
Look, as it is, I'm a dead man and so is my boy. You give it to me straight, 
Carter. What d'you want?

Frank:
I'll take that as an agreement for now. For now you're working for me. You do 
what I tell you.

Yasmin:
Don't fuckin' do it. Everybody knows he's just obsessed with nicking the 
Jolsons. 

Mark:
You get me out of here. You let me and her get my kid to safety... and I'll do
whatever you want. Whatever it takes, Carter. You in?

Yasmin:
I'll help you, but don't trust him. He's no better than Charlie.

Frank:
That's good enough for me. OK, I'm going to blast this door. When I do, all 
hell will break loose upstairs. I'll try and cover you from up the wall. Take 
this shooter... and try and get out.

He kicks a gun under the cell door.

Frank:
Remember, the kid's still at Charlie's gaff but you better hurry. Call me on 
this number when you've got him. I'll cut Jake off. Remember, Hammond, you owe
me. You owe me your life.

Mark:
Get one thing straight, Carter. I want Jolson as much as you, but we get my boy
to safety first.

Frank:
OK, Hammond. Now, stand back. I'm going to blast this door.

He stands back and shoots the lock on the cell door.

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12. Aboard the Sol Vita
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Mark drives to Charlie's mansion with Yasmin and shoots his way to the top. He
looks around the room and then out the window where he sees Alex being shoved 
into a car downstairs.

Mark:
Alex!

He bangs on the window with his gun.

Alex:
Get off me!

Alex is shoved into the car. Mark runs downstairs and runs out to the street in
time to see Alex being driven off. He screams.

Mark:
Fuck!

Yasmin:
What are we going to do now, Mark?

Mark:
I know what we're gonna do. We're gonna call the filth.

He takes his phone and Frank's card out of his pocket. He phones Frank.

Mark:
Carter.

Frank:
Hammond. I'm at the depot. Jake is about to leave. He's got half the Bethnal 
Green mob with him. I need some back-up.

Mark:
I don't give a shit. Charlie's just took off with Alex. You get the Flying 
Squad. I've gotta get my boy.

Frank:
I'm off the Squad, Hammond. I'm suspended. My boss, the bastard you executed, 
he belonged to Charlie. Unless I get the Jolsons, I've got no way of clearing 
my name.

Mark:
So what, copper? Don't tell me your troubles. Every cop, every villain in 
London wants me dead and I've gotta get my boy.

Frank:
You agreed, Hammond. It's you and me now. We're going up against them.

Yasmin:
You don't owe him anything, Mark.

Frank:
Listen, Hammond. Jake must be heading for the meeting. Charlie intends to sort
out all the loose ends.

Mark:
Yeah, so where's he going?

Frank:
To some old cargo ship called Sol Vita at St. Saviours Dock. He's gonna take 
care of everyone.

Mark:
Are you winding me up? What's he going there for?

Frank:
Why do you think? They're taking your kid there. Charlie was going to deliver 
you to all the other gangs. He's out to finish it. Charlie's gonna blow the 
whole thing sky high, Hammond, so you better get there.

Mark:
Shut it, copper. I'll keep my word. We're on our way all right?

Frank:
Right, go for the kid. I'll got for Jake and the detonator.

Mark drives to the Sol Vita with Yasmin and shoots his way on board until he 
eventually finds Alex.

Mark:
Alex! Alex!

Yasmin is there and she is untying him.

Alex:
Dad! I thought you were dead!

Mark:
Thank Christ you're OK.

He picks Alex up.

Yasmin:
Charlie's bomb. You could blow up half of London with that thing.

Mark approaches it.

Alex:
Be careful, Dad.

Yasmin:
Don't worry, it's not activated... but I'd love to know who's got the 
detonator. What took you so long, anyway?

Mark:
Harry. He's making amends with his maker.

Yasmin:
That lecherous prick Eyebrows got some of the same!

Mark:
You seen Charlie or Jake?

Frank appears and aims his gun.

Frank:
We don't have to worry about psycho Jake any more!

Mark:
The bomb's over here. In all that carnage, they forgot to detonate it.

Frank:
Well, don't think they still won't! Where's the remote?

Nobody says anything.

Frank:
There's a detonator loose on this heap of junk? Where the hell's Charlie?

Yasmin:
Who cares? You've got your kid. We're all still alive. Now, let's get the hell
out of here.

Frank:
Well, that might be OK for you, but it's time London did without all the 
Jolsons.

Nick appears with Liam. Liam is holding a gun to Charlie's head.

Nick:
He's right here if you want him. Drop the piece. You as well, crazy man.

Frank drops his gun.

Nick:
Well... it finally looks like we've got all our problems under one roof don't 
it? Fat man arranges a meeting. It's supposed to be a demilitarised zone and as
soon as we sit down, guns start going off all over the place. Now, we think the
fat man might be showing a little bit of bad faith. Especially considering all
the trouble we've been having with this vigilante over there. And then... we 
find our man here trying to sneak off the boat. We come down here and find it's
like a fuckin' slaughterhouse! Now... it's a good job I brought my boys along! 
Somebody... better start telling me what the fuck's going on here. Otherwise, 
there's gonna be a lot more claret spilt aboard this ship.

Mark:
I can explain, Nick. I can explain everything.

Nick:
Explain. Fuckin' explain! I should hope you can for your sake, son. You've got 
a few people here who would like serious words with you!

Liam:
Nick, let him speak, man. Let's find out what the fuck's been going on here.

Nick:
I should just kill you. God knows I want to. You have caused me a lot of grief,
Hammond!

Liam:
Nick! Come on, man, let's hear him out. Let's hear what he's got to say. C'mon,
you're surely not gonna listen to this fuckin' National Front lunatic.

Charlie:
What did I tell you? I arranged this meeting to hand over the boy that's been 
causing you all these problems. He's caused you all an injury. He topped your 
people, Collins and here he is... delivered on a silver fuckin' platter... 
just like I promised!

Jamahl and the Yardies appear.

Jamahl:
Shut it, fat man! You promised me the situation would be cool. No heavies, and 
the ship was crawling with your boys. You promised me the crazy man. Instead, 
we have to come down here and find him for ourselves.  I think the best 
solution to the problem is we just do you now. What you say, China man?

Triad:
Mr Bobby Lee agrees. Kill him now.

Yasmin:
Are you all blind? Can't you see what's going on here?

Mark:
Let the boy go, Nick. I'll take what's coming. It's not his fault. Let the boy
and the girl go. All it's ever been about is the boy. Just hear me out.

Nick:
I'm listening.

Mark:
He killed Suzie, Nick. Right in the street, in front of my gaff. He kidnapped 
Alex and blackmailed me into doing jobs all over town. The only part I couldn't
figure out was why he was having me take turns in hitting you, then you... and
then you...

He points to the various gangs around the room.

Mark:
I did it, I admit it and I'll take what's coming. But I was protecting my boy.
He deserves a chance, don't he?

Triad:
Continue. This story is very interesting.

Mark:
He played us all like a game of chess... sending me against you and then 
watching you take chunks out of each other, while he sat back and smoked his 
fat fuckin' cigar.

Charlie:
Oh, bring out the fuckin' violins! You're breaking my bleeding heart! You can't
seriously be listening to this mad tosser? He killed his wife. I took his kid 
in out of my respect for his Suzie. He's gone loop the fuckin' loop!

Frank:
Why do you think he brought you all here? To give you Mark Hammond? Someone 
would have got to him eventually, either you guys or the police. Who do you 
think has benefited the most from all this strife? Who would like you lot out 
of the way, so that things would be just like the good old days. And who would
be mad enough to plant a bomb that would blow up half the waterfront just to 
make sure he had no rivals.

Jamahl:
Oh, so you stay, fat man. You prefer them old days without competition. You say
you want to help us with our problems, but all the while it's a joke you're 
playing on us. You want to blow up the whole town with that?

Nick:
You're a fucking dinosaur, Charlie! This is the new millennium. We make more 
money on porn on the Internet than you ever made in the knockin' shops of Soho.
London is multi-cultural. It always was! Only people like you never realised 
it. I mean, you're like a bad hangover from a different era. An era... that's 
about to end. I'm letting you go, Mark. You, her and the boy. Look... I know 
what you did... and I know why you did it... but it still don't make it right,
does it? I lost some good lads because of you, lads that I'm gonna miss. 
Now... I'm letting you go, son, but get out of London, and get out tonight. 
Don't let me ever see your face in this town again. Do you hear me?

Triad:
You have spoken out of place, Mr Collins! This man has killed many men and has
been very bad for business.

Nick:
I ask this as a favour, Mr Lee. He done it for his kid and I'd have done the 
same for mine.

The Triad confers with Mr Lee.

Triad:
We are prepared to recognise this favour, and will, at the appropriate time, 
ask a favour in return.

Nick:
Now, you going to give me a problem over this?

Jamahl:
This boy, he kills my boys and steals my money so I'm not really too happy 
about him being alive. I don't want people to think you can mess with Jamahl 
and take liberties. However, for the sake of a little racial unity, I'm 
prepared to let him and his boy go free. Now move!

Yasmin:
All right.

Nick:
Now... you heard him, Hammond. Now, get the fuck out of here! Don't let me ever
see your face in this town again! Do you hear? Now we can have some fun with 
His Lordship here.

Yasmin approaches Charlie.

Yasmin:
I'll miss you, big boy, but whatever you do, don't cry. I don't think you'll be
getting much sympathy here.

She walks off.

Mark:
What about the cop, Nick? He's been straight up.

Yasmin starts pushing Mark away.

Nick:
Shut it, Mark. You're pushing your luck. I gave you a break because of Suze, 
but I'll never go out on a limb for the filth. I can't have the filth knowing 
my business.

As Mark, Yasmin and Alex walk away from the ship, it blows up behind them, 
knocking them to the ground. There is no sign of Charlie, Liam, Nick or 
anyone else.

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                             -= Frank Carter =-
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13. Bargain Basement
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Frank Carter and his partner Joe are watching Charlie's bargain basement from 
their car.

Frank:
Anyway, so I pulled her over and I went...

He sees Eyebrows walking about.

Frank:
... hold on a minute. This looks interesting. That's The Brow. So what's The 
Brow doing at one of their bargain basement brothels? Let's move, we'll have 
him.

Joe:
Hold on, Frank. Whenever The Brow is about, his psycho boss isn't hard to find.
Take a look at this.

Jake and Sparky pull up outside the bargain basement in a red car.

Frank:
What the hell? Oh, you little beauty! It's only crazy Jake Jolson!

Joe:
Sierra Oscar from D.I. Fielding. Attention requested to a Jake Jolson. IC1 
male, 30 years, muscular build, short-cropped hair. Wearing a dark overcoat, 
black trousers. Last seen, Forset Street junction with Harrowby Street. 
Approach with caution. May be armed. Over.

Frank:
Right, now we go! 

Joe:
What about the back-up, Frank?

Frank:
You can wait if you like, but I'm going in.

Joe:
OK.

They get out of the car and enter the bargain basement. They shoot their way 
through and arrest Jake.

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14. Show Some Remorse
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At Charlie's warehouse, Charlie is talking to McCormack on the phone. Harry is
standing next to him.

Charlie:
Carter!

He snaps his cigar in half.

Charlie:
Him again! Well, you just make sure that weasel don't do the interrogation. In 
fact, I want you and Jake to discreetly let DC Carter know about Jamahl's 
latest delivery on the Thames. Get him outta there and along to St. Saviours!

McCormack:
Stop your panicking, Charlie. I know the drill. I've gotta go. He's here.

Frank appears at the door.

Frank:
You wanted to see me, guv?

McCormack:
Yes, Carter, come in. Is Jolson ready for interrogation?

Frank:
Yeah. I've got him waiting in there now. I'm just gonna let him stew before I
go at him.

McCormack:
That won't be necessary, Carter. I'll be leading the Jolson interview.

Frank:
What are you playin' at? This is my case. He shot Joe! I'm not gonna sit 
back...

McCormack:
Oi, Carter, shut it! You're too close to this. This is procedure. You know 
that.

Frank:
Fuck procedure! This is my case.

McCormack:
Enough of the back chat! I'm the fuckin' boss around here! Are we clear on 
that?

Frank:
Yes, guv, we are.

Later on in Interrogation, McCormack is interviewing Jake.

McCormack:
The word on the street is that Jamahl's Yardie boys are bringing in a big 
consignment of crack. You better give me something Jolson, if you don't want
the maximum. You know what'll be like if that officer dies?

Frank is eavesdropping nearby. Jake puts his feet up on the table.

Jake:
Tell me, why should I give you anything, copper?

McCormack:
You know how it is, Jake. You've been in and out of jails all your life. A 
judge likes it if you show a bit of remorse. Here's how it's gonna be, cop 
killer. They'll have you in Broadmoor with all the other headcases. Everyone 
knows about crazy Jake Jolson.

Jake takes his feet off the table.

Jake:
Oi, I'm not mental, OK?

McCormack:
They'll have you so drugged up, you'll be dribbling down the front of your 
shirt and taking it up the backdoor from every orderly that likes a bit of 
rough.

Jake:
Hold on. I could be helpful. What do I care about the spear chuckers? It's a 
depot just east of Tower Bridge in St. Saviours. That's all I know.

McCormack:
How about a fucking time?

Jake:
What d'you want, directions? How would I know? Can I read jungle drums? Fuckin'
filth! Don't want much!

He knocks his drink to the floor. Frank drives to the depot and shoots his way
through to the back.

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15. Disturbance In Soho
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Frank and SO19 are arresting the Yardies. Frank holds a police van door open 
while two officers pull two arrested Yardies to the van.

Yardie #1:
Take your fucking hands off me, man!

Yardie #2:
Take your hands off me!

Yardie #1: 
Get off me!

Yardie #2: 
Fuck you!

The officers get the Yardies inside the van and sit down.

Yardie #1: 
We're going to be in deep shit with Jamahl.

Yardie #2: 
Fuck yeah! I don't know how the cops found out. We had it all covered.

Yardie #1:
It must be to do with the China boys. They work the shipping warehouses.

Officer:
Hey, you two shut it.

Yardie #1:
Shut up! Don't push me.

Officer:
We won't tell you again. Now, shut up...

Frank approaches his car and answers the call to his radio.

Radio:
Echo Oscar Five from MP, call to Frith Street, Soho. Serious disturbance. Shots
have been fired. Armed response are on their way. MP over.

Frank:
MP, MP, Echo Five. Show us dealing your last, over.

Radio:
Received, Echo Five, the address is showing the Republic Restaurant in Frith 
Street. Approach with caution.

Frank:
Echo Oscar to Echo Five. All received. ETA, four minutes.

Frank races to Soho and arrests the Collins gang members.

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16. Painting the Town Red
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Frank gets into his car.

Radio:
All units, we have a serious disturbance in Chinatown involving IC3 and IC5 
males. MP over.

Frank:
MP, all received. Oscar Sierra 231 out.

At Chinatown, a Yardie fires a gun at two Triads wielding butcher knives.

Radio:
From 222. I'm at Chinatown. It's all going off! I need some back up.

Several Triads run out of shops. A Yardie is shot in the leg. Another Yardie 
swings a baseball bat.

Radio:
All received 222. All units, Soho area, urgent assistance required at the Sui 
Fung. 20 males fighting, weapons being used, any takers?

Frank:
Echo 5 on way.

Frank arrives at Chinatown, and shoots his way through. He shoots his way down 
a garage where several more Triads are waiting.

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17. Escort Duty
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At the garage in Chinatown, two police officers push an arrested Yardie to a 
car. They get in the car and drive off. Frank is kneeling on the floor and is 
collecting evidence. He puts it in a plastic bag. Two more officers push 
another arrested Yardie towards a police car.

Yardie:
Get off me! Get off me, man!

A female officer walks past him.

Officer:
Nice one, mate. You ain't getting slow in your old age.

Frank stands up.

Frank:
Cheers, guys. I try and stay in shape, you know.

McCormack pulls up in his car.

Frank:
Oh, no.

McCormack gets out of the car.

McCormack:
What the Jesus fuckin' Christ do you call this? There's enough fuckin' claret
spilt here to paint the whole fuckin' town red! This is not the A-Team, sonny!

Frank:
What's your problem, Mac? I've just managed to pull off more collars in half an
hour than Operation bloody Trident has in two years.

McCormack:
Who do you think you are? Rambo? This is London, not fuckin' Hollywood! You've
endangered the lives of hundreds of innocent bystanders! I've had enough of 
your slap-happy, cowboy approach to this job! You put too many lives at risk!

Frank:
Including my own! When was the last time you put your life on the line for this
job? You fucking desk jockeys. How many lives did I save here today? When the
villains round here start carrying water pistols instead of lethal fuckin' 
weapons, then maybe I'll start clipping round the ear, until then, just let me
do my fuckin' job, all right?

McCormack:
Carter. Make sure you're at crazy Jake's transfer. I don't want any more of 
your fuck-ups. Do you hear?

Frank:
I'm under cover. I don't do escorts.

McCormack:
You'll do whatever I fucking tell you, do you hear? Now, get out of here!

Frank walks off. McCormack's phone rings.

McCormack:
McCormack.

Charlie:
I know who it is, you muppet. I rang, remember?

McCormack:
Charlie.

Charlie:
Well done. Now that we know who everyone is, I'd like to talk business. I want
my nephew back on the streets. Is it sorted?

McCormack:
Of course. You know the arrangements.

Charlie:
Good. I know he's a little highly strung, but he's got a good heart and he 
means well.

McCormack:
He's a fucking psycho, Charlie, a mad dog that needs fuckin' putting down.

Charlie:
Yeah, he has his moments, but he's family. What can I do? Anyway, just make 
sure it goes smoothly. Don't disappoint me, McCormack.

Frank drives to the transfer and chases after the Range Rover that rams a 
police car off the road. After he races to meet up with the transfer van again.
Frank speeds round the corner and drives towards Jake who has escaped from the 
transfer van. Jake fires at his car.

Jake:
C'mon, you fuckin' bastards! Have some of this!

Jake continues firing at Frank's car. Frank shields his face from the incoming 
fire and the car swerves off the road and flips on to its side. Jake gets into 
Mark Hammond's car and they drive off. Frank sees Mark's face as they drive 
off.

Frank:
Mark-fuckin'-Hammond!

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18. The Vigilante
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Frank enters McCormack's office.

McCormack:
You're history, Carter. That's it! I've had it up to here with your lunatic 
antics. What the hell do you think you were doing?

Frank:
I was trying...

McCormack:
Don't answer that! I'm not finished. Why didn't you call for back-up?

Frank:
I was responding to what...

McCormack:
Shut it! Who asked you? It's all over for you, hero. We've got six dead police
officers. That's six families without a bloody breadwinner thanks to this 
bloody carnage!

Frank:
You must be having a laugh, McCormack! I was put through the fuckin' blender! 
What about your hot tip? Where was the tip-off about automatic weapons and 
grenade launchers? That was a fuckin' set-up.

McCormack stands up.

McCormack:
You're an amateur. You run around this town like some sort of vigilante with a
badge thinking that you're special, that you're outside the law! It's over, 
cowboy! You're suspended. I'm having you on charges. You were treading on thin
ice and now you just cracked it! Get out! You're off the fuckin' case, do you 
hear?

Frank:
Forget it, Mac. This stinks! The whole operation stinks! I'm going to find out 
why.

He leaves McCormack's office and slams the door. As he walks down the corridor,
a female officer runs up to him.

Officer:
Frank, I've been waiting for you, it's those new DCs, they're in deep trouble.
We can't raise them on the radio!

Frank:
Calm down. What's going on?

Officer:
McCormack's got them casing that crack house!

Frank:
Jesus, the rookies! They can't handle that! Who's going in after 'em?

Officer:
No one. It's supposed to be a surveillance job.

Frank:
Right, I'm for it then.

Officer:
What about all that screaming? I thought you were suspended.

Frank:
Fuck him. He can arrest me later.

He walks down the corridor, kicks the double doors open, and walks off.

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19. Stalking McCormack
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Frank enters a room at the crack house and finds the two officers tied up 
back-to-back.

Ryan:
Thank fuck you're here! Harris is either passed out or dead. I can't raise him.

Frank:
What happened?

He starts untying the two officers.

Ryan:
As soon as we arrived, they just jumped us. It was like they knew we were 
coming and we just walked straight into it.

Frank:
Yeah, I know the feeling.

Ryan:
Sick fuckin' bastards! They could tell we knew nothing. And they enjoyed it. 
They got a kick out of torturing him.

Frank:
Well, there's at least ten of them who won't be doing the Energizer bunny 
routine any longer. And this was McCormack's idea. Why did he send you here? 
What was he after?

Ryan:
He said to try and uncover a link between the Triads and the Yardies. He's out
of his mind. Anybody knows the Chinese have nothing to do with these guys.

Frank:
This stinks, Ryan.

Ryan:
You said it, Frank. We tried to tell McCormack about Harris' snitch. He had the
dope on a suspect crack plant south of here, but he didn't want to know. He 
sent us here instead.

Frank:
Seems like coppers are more in danger from McCormack these days than they are
from the villains.

Ryan:
What d'you mean?

Frank:
Don't worry about it, Ryan. Get Harris on his feet. We've got to get out of 
here. Sounds like it's kicking off out there again. We can't wait for back-up.

Ryan:
Where are you going?

Frank:
Back to the station. I'm going to have it out with our DCI.

Frank helps Harris and Ryan to escape the crack house and then drives back to 
the station. As he arrives, he sees McCormack drive off. He tails McCormack to
Charlie's depot. At the depot, he stalks McCormack around the depot and follows
him up on to a walkway. He looks down at the depot.

Frank:
My god! What have we got here? This is the gear from the Shad Thames bust. Oh 
McCormack you sly bastard, playing both ends off against the middle. I'll have
you, you're mine now.

Frank hears a voice coming from a nearby vent. He leans forward and listens in.
It is McCormack.

McCormack:
Tell Charlie that he can find the rest of the gear down here just as we agreed.
I don't want to know about that. You deal with it. He's your problem, you make 
your own arrangements. But if you want my advice, you'll do it now, before the 
trial. Yeah, Joe Fielding, Carter's partner. They'll be guards on the door, so 
take some friends. He's in the UCL Hospital, in the intensive unit, on the 2nd 
floor, that's all I know... Because it's sign-posted, you bloody idiot! That's 
all I'm giving you. He's your problem now. If Crazy Jake wants to go around 
shooting police officers, he better make sure he kills them so they can't 
testify against him. And Walt, don't fuck it up! There's enough problems with 
that crazy bastard Hammond shooting up half of London.

Frank:
You'll keep, McCormack. There's no way those bastards are going to get to Joe.

Frank races to the UCL Hospital to save Joe.

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20. Do the World A Favour
******************************************************************************

Frank runs into Joe's room at the UCL Hospital.

Frank:
Shit, mate! Are you OK?

Joe:
I'm fine, Frank. I just heard about McCormack.

Frank:
Heard about McCormack? How could you know? I've finally got the dope to prove 
that he's bent.

Joe:
You haven't heard.

Frank:
Heard what? I've just tracked him to a warehouse that's full of dope and guns 
from a Flying Squad bust. He's bent and I've got him.

Joe:
Mate, he's dead. You've got nothing. That psycho who killed his wife - you know
him - Hammond.

Frank:
Yeah.

Joe:
He just burst into the station and shot the bastard.

Frank:
I can't believe it. I just saw him 10 minutes ago.

Joe:
McCormack was into some very serious business, Frank. I've been sniffing around
it for a while. As far as I can tell, he's been on Charlie Jolson's pad for 
years.

Frank:
The head of the Flying Squad on a pad to Jolson. Can you fuckin' believe it?

Joe:
You've seen it for yourself, son. The only way to get them is to find out 
exactly what they've got.

Frank:
There's a ton of stuff down at the depot.

Joe:
That's nothing, Frank. Charlie's been at this for 30 years, lad. He's got 
scores of legitimate and illegitimate businesses and holdings. Until we can 
unravel what he's got and how he runs it, we'll never know the full extent of 
what he's been up to. If we can prove his links to these businesses and where 
the cash comes from, we can nick him for years of unpaid taxes. I heard 
McCormack talk about a lock-up where he keeps his real records. We've never 
been able to find it.

Frank:
Taxes. You must be joking! Can't we just shoot the bastard and do the world a
favour?

Joe:
He's a weed with long roots. We've got to weed him out completely. It's not 
good enough just lopping off the top. Find the lock-up, Frank. It's supposedly
in one of the railway arches on Scoresby Street, but be careful, it's a real 
rabbit warren around there. Get the file, Frank, and we can put him away for 
good.

Outside in the corridor, a guard walks past Joe's room and is shot. Frank 
spins round and aims his gun. He shoots the gang members that have 
infiltrated the hospital and then drives to the lock-up on Scoresby Street. At
the lock-up, he shoots his way to the back. A shelf breaks and some files fall
to the floor.

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21. The Jolson Files
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At the lock-up, Frank kicks a gun away from a dead guard. He rolls him over 
with his foot to make sure he's dead, and then crouches down to pick up the 
dropped files.

Frank:
Jesus Christ. Joe was right. It's all here. Jake's bust out! Planned it like a
military operation! He's like a fuckin' spider. He's all over London. Finally, 
Charlie Jolson, finally, I'm gonna put you away! I'm gonna bust every place on 
this list and I'm gonna start right here. Yeah, looks like some warehouse in 
Southwark.

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22. Meet Mark Hammond
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Frank sneaks down to the basement under Charlie's warehouse. Charlie, Harry and
Jake are down here discussing their plan to Mark and Yasmin. Frank hides behind 
a low, crumbling wall.

Charlie:
Right boys, let's go and lay the table.

They all leave the cell.

Frank:
Jake Jolson! How many lives does he have?

Charlie:
It'll be like the old days, lads when everyone showed a bit of respect. It's 
time we showed everyone in this town who's the fucking boss. Once we've had a 
spring clean and tied up all the loose ends, it'll be safe to walk the streets 
of London again. We'll meet at the boat.

Jake:
What fuckin' boat? Are we gonna drop 'em in the river? I'd like that, I've 
always wanted to do that.

Charlie:
No, boy, we're gonna do 'em in style. Sparky, God rest his soul, knocked up a
little something for us. You like explosives, don't you?

Jake:
Oh, yeah!

Charlie:
Well, thanks to The Brow, the bomb's on board. I need you to go up north to the
depot and bring back the remote detonator.

Jake:
What's it doing up there?

Charlie:
Come here, use your fat head, son! I don't want that remote anywhere near the
bomb until KABOOM time! You got that? That thing starts counting down as soon
as I press it!

Jake:
Nice one.

Charlie:
Jake, don't fuck about, son. Press the button and the timer's set. Release the
button and the bomb goes off instantly. So be fucking careful! Leave it to me 
and when we're safely ashore, sipping pina coladas, click. I'll put 'em all out 
of their fucking misery. It ain't a toy, son. When you get there, you bring it 
straight to me, you hear?

Harry:
What about the kid?

Charlie:
We'll get the boy. All aboard the good ship Sol Vita! We'll show 'em what this
country's made of, what we fought for! London was built on the Thames and 
that, my son, is exactly where it's going to end.

Jake:
Jesus, Charlie, Hammond was right, you are a bloody drama queen.

Charlie:
C'mon, Harry, let's lead the lambs to the slaughter.

They walk off. Frank sneaks past the cell door and leans against it.

Mark:
Now I'm truly fucked. I've committed every crime known to man to get my boy 
back and I find out I was just a pawn in that mad maniac's scheme. Those 
fucking Triad boys are really gonna enjoy feeding me to the fish.

Yasmin:
You did better than most. Looks like everyone underestimated you. It's me who's
messed this up. I'm supposed to be good at this, remember? Instead, I've been 
caught like a rat in Charlie's trap.

Mark:
Yeah, well, at least you tried. At least I had one other person on my side. I
just wish I had a little more time to spend with Alex before... I've been 
banged up for nearly all his life and when I finally get out, this shit 
happens.

Yasmin:
I saw your kid.

Mark:
You did! How was he? Was he OK?

Yasmin:
He was OK. He'd been crying, but apart from that, he was all right. He must
look like his mum cos he doesn't look much like you. I only saw him for a
second anyway, before all of Charlie's hi-tech shit came crashing down around
me.

Mark:
You did better than I did. I didn't even get close. That fat slag will probably
blow up half of London and I'll take the rap for that as well.

Frank:
Oh, you're breaking my heart. Are you two just going to sit there feeling sorry
for yourselves or d'you want to stop that little Hitler?

Mark:
I know you. You're that cop from the prison van bust.

Yasmin:
He's filth, Mark. Frank Carter of the Flying Squad.

Frank:
That's right and I'm the only fuckin' choice you've got right now if you don't
want to end up wasting away in the nick.

Mark:
Yeah? Well why does the Bill want to help me? You could make a name for 
yourself just by turning me in.

Frank:
I know what he's up to, Hammond. I heard the whole thing. I need you alive to
ruin his plan. You're no good to me dead. Besides, you wouldn't last a night in
the cells of this town. Not after Snow Hill.

Yasmin:
Don't trust him Mark. He's filth.

Mark:
Look, as it is, I'm a dead man and so is my boy. You give it to me straight,
Carter. What d'you want?

Frank:
I'll take that as an agreement for now. For now you're working for me. You do 
what I tell you.

Yasmin:
Don't fuckin' do it. Everybody knows he's just obsessed with nicking the 
Jolsons. 

Mark:
You get me out of here. You let me and her get my kid to safety... and I'll do
whatever you want. Whatever it takes, Carter. You in?

Yasmin:
I'll help you, but don't trust him. He's no better than Charlie.

Frank:
That's good enough for me. OK, I'm going to blast this door. When I do, all 
hell will break loose upstairs. I'll try and cover you from up the wall. Take 
this shooter... and try and get out.

He kicks a gun under the cell door.

Frank:
Remember, the kid's still at Charlie's gaff but you better hurry. Call me on
this number when you've got him. I'll cut Jake off.  Remember, Hammond, you owe
me. You owe me your life.

Mark:
Get one thing straight, Carter. I want Jolson as much as you, but we get my boy
to safety first.

Frank:
OK, Hammond. Now, stand back. I'm going to blast this door.

He stands back and shoots the lock on the cell door.

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23. Showdown With Jake
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At Charlie's depot, Frank is spying on Jake from behind a wooden crate.

Mark:
Carter.

Frank:
Hammond. I'm at the depot. Jake is about to leave. He's got half the Bethnal 
Green mob with him. I need some back-up.

Mark:
I don't give a shit. Charlie's just took off with Alex. You get the Flying 
Squad. I've gotta get my boy.

Frank:
I'm off the Squad, Hammond. I'm suspended. My boss, the bastard you executed,
he belonged to Charlie. Unless I get the Jolsons, I've got no way of clearing 
myname.

Mark:
So what, copper? Don't tell me your troubles. Every cop, every villain in 
London wants me dead and I've gotta get my boy.

Frank:
You agreed, Hammond. It's you and me now. We're going up against them.

Yasmin:
You don't owe him anything, Mark.

Frank:
Listen, Hammond. Jake must be heading for the meeting. Charlie intends to sort
out all the loose ends.

Mark:
Yeah, so where's he going?

Frank:
To some old cargo ship called Sol Vita at St. Saviours Dock. He's gonna take 
care of everyone.

Mark:
Are you winding me up? What's he going there for?

Frank:
Why do you think? They're taking your kid there. Charlie was going to deliver
you to all the other gangs. He's out to finish it. Charlie's gonna blow the 
whole thing sky high, Hammond, so you better get there.

Mark:
Shut it, copper. I'll keep my word. We're on our way all right?

Frank:
Right, go for the kid. I'll got for Jake and the detonator.

Frank races to the Sol Vita, chasing after Jake. He shoots his way on board and
kills Jake.

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24. Land of Hope and Glory
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Continued from Mission 12 - 'Aboard the Sol Vita'.

Mark:
What about the cop, Nick? He's been straight up.

Yasmin starts pushing Mark away.

Nick:
Shut it, Mark. You're pushing your luck. I gave you a break because of Suze,
but I'll never go out on a limb for the filth. I can't have the filth knowing 
my business.

Mark:
You'd all be dead if it weren't for him, Nick.

Jamahl:
You is a very lucky white man to be pushin' your luck right now.

Triad:
No. Not police. We must deal with policeman.

Mark, Yasmin and Alex leave.

Frank:
Go on. Get out of here. You're criminal trash, the lot of you! I don't need 
your help, Hammond. Why would I? I don't need any favours from scum! I'm Frank
fuckin' Carter, the Flying Squad. That's right, the Flying Squad, the Met's 
finest. It'll be a long fucking day in January before I beg for help from 
criminal trash!

Nick:
That's enough from you, filth.

Liam pushes Charlie into the middle of the room.

Charlie:
This is my town. Not yours, jungle bunny. Not yours and not yours either, you
slanty-eyed fucker. Mine. I was running this town when you was still being 
slapped by your dad for wetting the bed. I ran this town with real men like 
Ronnie and Reggie. With respect. We knew what was what and who was who. But now
what have we got? Fuckin' spear chuckers, bringing in shooters where no one's 
safe, turning London into a madhouse. Smack heads, crack heads, mixing of the 
fuckin' races. Well, I'm sorry. Enough's enough. It's out of fucking order. You
give these people a bit of space and what do you get? Fuckin' disorder. Well,
it's gonna stop. And it starts... right now.

Charlie pulls the detonator out of his pocket.

Jamahl:
Somebody shoot the fucker. He's got a bomb!

Charlie holds the detonator up in the air.

Charlie:
It's time that Englishman stood up for what it is to be English. Fuck the euro!
The fox and the hounds...

Frank:
If he lets it go, it blows us all. Scarper! Now!

Charlie:
Bobby Moore and the Hammers!

Jamahl:
Get the fuck...

Charlie:
Two World Wars, one World Cup. Feet and inches. Pounds and ounces. Beer and 
cockles down the Mile End road!

Guns go off all over the place and several gang members are shot. Frank runs 
and picks up a gun and then runs out of the door. Charlie starts singing.

Charlie:
Land of hope and glory... Mother of the free...

The timer starts counting down from three minutes.

Charlie:
How shall we extol...

Frank shoots his way through the ship. He escapes to the top and runs down the
side. He jumps off the ship just as it explodes behind him.

THE END

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