You’ll never know what it feels like...
...to look in the mirror and wish it was somebody else.
Somebody who other people didn't want to beat, or kill, or bury alive.
Somebody with a wife, kids.
Normal.
Somebody who hears a song about killing a homo...
...and don't think it's about him.
Somebody who don't watch him back on an empty street.
Who fix him lisp by biting him tongue.
Who correct him limp wrist by nearly breaking it.
Who talks about fucking women until even he believes it.
Who walks and talks like a real man.
People ask for a girlfriend, I say, ďWhat, only one?
They call me a stud.
Nobody tell you that being normal is fucking hard.
Just get them to stop seeing you and you're fine.
And nobody saw me.
Nobody but you, Millie.
My desk.
Didn't know they were assigned.
- So, you just colonize it. - Oh.
Detective Millie Black.
Curtis Hamilton.
Thank you.
Yeah, that's the Bernell case.
It's been updated with the coroner's report and the time of death.
Thank you, Daniel.
And when I asked how you knew,
you say I look like I have something to hide.
Something to lose.
I wake up every morning asking if this is the day I lose everything.
The day it's all ripped to pieces.
Welcome to Heathrow Airport.
If you are a UK citizen, please proceed to the E gates.
Next, please.
Passports ready, please.
Where're you staying in the UK?
Uh, 156 Leathwell Road, Lewisham.
With Martisha Wilson.
- Relative? - Yes.
- Daphne? - Yeah.
Hi, I'm Kyle.
Hi.
- Let me help you with that. - Okay.
I'll be your driver.
I hope you packed sun cream.
You two are gonna get along like a house on fire. Am I right, G?
I just have to pick up a few more of your crew.
I'll be right back.
Everyone have a good flight?
Yeah?
All right, just give me your bags and then jump in.
You tell me once that by the time you reached 12...
...you already lost everything.
Nothing to lose make you reckless.
And good police.
Let's go, everybody out.
Don't forget your bags.
And me thinks that as long as me not get too close to the fire,
I might even become a better cop working with you.
Instead, you burn everything down.
These are for you.
Go on, that's yours.
Drinks.
On the house.
Send the first one in.
You. Come on.
Passport.
Make us a cup of tea.
Miss Val say she have one family await for me in Buckinghamshire.
M... Me a gon' nanny for the pickney dem.
That job's gone.
We've found something else for you,
so you don't fall behind with your debt.
Already owe us 6K for getting you here.
- But Miss Val say... - I don't give a fuck what Miss Val says.
Sit down.
You are here now and it's about what I say.
Anything else you want us to keep safe for you?
Phone?
Me did sell it.
Well,
we can let, uh, Samuel and George know that you've arrived safely.
That's your boys' names, innit? Mm.
As long as you do what I say, you don't need to worry about them.
Okay, fuck off.
Sorry.
Pia?
Hey.
Pia?
Mm-mm.
Anybody else here from Jamaica?
1270 Hanway Road, E12
810 Blackthorn Close, E15.
53 Nessfield Street, E11.
Stennet.
It's my job on the line, so yes.
Hey.
Why the hell you don't return my calls?
I'm not much use on these pain meds.
Where's Black?
She never brought in the Fenton girl,
and no one's seen her since the harbor.
I have no idea.
Yeah?
[Inseparable, extremely close friends (idiomatic).]
Maybe she's giving me space to recuperate.
The last time I hear from her, I came straight to you.
Or was it somebody else who shoot Freddie Somerville?
You did the right thing.
As soon as you hear from her, you phone it straight in to us.
Super?
And if Black don't do...
...the right thing soon,
it might be more than just her career done.
I'd hate to lose any more good detectives.
Understand me?
Aye.
Everybody out.
Go on.
This stop is twelve floors. You've got two hours.
No talking. No bullshit. Just spick and span.
You Jamaican...
...or you just stealing our tunes?
We've met?
Here?
No, me just arrive.
But you look familiar.
Jamaica then. Leon. them call me Leon Douglas.
It's a uncle you remind me of.
Him sound like a handsome fella.
You good?
Everything okay.
You?
Keep your head down.
It gets easier.
Did anybody else come through three weeks ago?
Another Jamaican woman? Pia?
Or a nine-year-old boy? Romeo?
Him arrive same time.
What pickney goin' do here?
But me knows that him come.
Lindo?
Ahmed?
Ahmed? What you want with him?
You know Ahmed?
Too well. Him run the building site I used to work until...
Can't do too much damage with a mop now, can I?
One good thing. At least here, it never get cold.
And I get to hear you humming.
Where is this building site?
Near Gants Hill Roundabout.
So, that's only, what, twenty minutes away?
I think you say you just arrive?
Hey! You're not in motherfucking Africa anymore.
Get back to work. Move.
This come out of your pay.
Lazy bitch.
Fuck it.
Let's do lunch. Is it...
I'll be two seconds.
- Hey, have you seen Ahmed? - No.
You seen Ahmed?
Hi, hey, you seen Ahmed? Ahmed?
Hi, excuse me. You know Ahmed?
You know Ahmed? You've seen Ahmed?
- No, no, no, no. No talking. - No? You're lying.
You're lying.
No, I'm not lying.
Yeah, listen. No trouble. Look. Look, look, look, look.
I don't want to make your life hell, but I will. Okay?
See that Toyota there?
My colleagues can't wait to arrest you.
Your next fag break will be at Brook House.
Have you heard of it?
- Yes. - Yeah, yeah, you've...
of course you have. Immigration removal center.
Or you answer my questions, get rid of me in a minute.
Is that Ahmed there?
Nobody see Ahmed for a while.
Okay. Well, is he working at another site or...
If he work other site, why everyone look for him?
Fine. Do you remember when you last saw him?
Where is he?
I don't know, we saw him last week.
Aati, haven't you seen him?
About a week ago.
More or less.
A couple of weeks ago...
...he not show up. A big fuss.
And you don't know where he is.
No.
- Not at all. Nothing. - Nothing.
Thank you.
Janet's dead.
You're gonna have to get Corsica and his Bombers to deal with Black, all right?
If I don't go home now that Freddie's dead,
the Yard's gonna get a big fucking suspicious.
Are you threatening me?
I just took a knife in the back mopping up after your fucking brain trust.
Fuck.
Where the hell you been?
Met business.
Have you found Black and the Fenton girl yet?
No, the team is more focused on finding the rest of the Bombers.
And Black's partner is saying that he hasn't seen her.
Yeah, I mean, that's what he says.
She sucks her partners in, manipulates them.
Fuck knows how, but it's exactly what happened in London.
Hey, I'll call you later.
Meera. It's Millie.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Long story.
Jesus, Millie. On your own?
Well, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
What were the JPF thinking?
Sanguis Meridian are fucking ruthless.
They're thinking that these parents are never gonna see their son again...
...and that the boy is gonna die...
...thinking that everyone abandoned him in a fucking hideous world.
It's not the Wild West.
There are protocols, not to mention teams of people who work on this stuff.
And are they as kosher as Holborn?
He fucked our whole case. It's hard for the JPF to know who to trust.
I don't trust anyone.
And even the good guys over here don't have anything on Romeo.
And what have you got?
Ahmed.
He was the one that told Freddie Somerville that Lindo had Romeo.
- And he's gone to ground now, but... - Ahmed Adala.
Sanguis lieutenant in charge of taking and placing the orders for labor.
Yeah, I looked into everything the Met's got on Sanguis for you.
Ahmed's body was found a week ago, washed up on the Isle of Sheppy,
beaten to a pulp.
Fuck.
There was someone arrested for his murder.
Nico Danvers.
He's got a load of previous, uncorroborated Sanguis affiliations.
He's awaiting trial in Belmarsh.
Okay, great. Yeah, let's go see him.
There's no way I can get you in there.
Not unless the JPF put in a request.
Okay.
Well, I ...I do have this.
It's a list of addresses that I got off my handler's SatNav.
Romeo and Pia weren't at the shithole that I was at.
But maybe they're at one of those.
We should check them out.
All right, you can borrow some of my clothes.
Let's get you cleaned up.
Is there any news on Holborn at all?
No, nothing.
Take it slow, baby.
Stop fussing. The fresh air is nice.
Heh. Um...
...um, you can get me a bun, please?
Okay. You want something to drink?
Uh, a Coke.
Yeah?
And a smile?
Oh, shut up.
Hey, Delroy.
Hello?
Curtis, I need you to make sure that Daphne and her family are safe.
If there's ever a time they're in danger, it's now.
Are you there?
Damn,
now give me a moment to think how I feel about the fact you're alive.
I'm fine. I found my old partner.
She doesn't know I'm here without JPF's blessing, but she's still useful.
You hear yourself? Using your friend.
Lying to her and yourself.
You have no gun, no badge, no ID.
I know a forger in Hackney. I'll track him down.
What about Bis? Is she okay?
Nobody in the Gully catch sight of her.
And home?
You serious?
JPF have eyes on your house.
I don't tell them where you are, but they're not idiots, Millie.
No, I'm the...
...idiot because now I might lose my job.
I'm close, Curtis. I just need you to hold them off a little longer.
Once I find Romeo, I will talk to Barracat, look after you. I promise.
Oh, say the woman who only look after herself.
So, you do know where she is. Don't even think of lying to my face.
Why you protecting her?
I'm not ...Hmm.
Now that Holborn turn up, they're going to find her soon enough.
Where they find him?
He called Stennet.
Who did?
Holborn.
Wait, he's alive?
Why wouldn't he be?
- I don't know. I ...I just... - Fuckery.
Shit. That's Pia.
That's her.
I recognize her from her passport photo.
Just keep doing what you're doing, okay? Don't react.
Me and my friend are police officers,
and we're going to get you out of here, okay?
Please keep doing my nails.
I don't want to cause you any trouble.
But I need to know where Romeo is.
Everything all right, ladies?
Yeah. So far, so good.
Um, did this place have another name? Or am I thinking of somewhere else?
It was Aspirationail till we took it over.
Aah. Do you have any organic polish?
Romeo. You flew in with him and then what?
Let me see if it's come in.
Look, I'm not going without an answer, so...
Them drop me here.
Sorry, not yet.
And what about him?
Should be any day. We can call you when it arrives.
That's all right. Next time I come in.
Okay. We'll look forward to it.
Him go on.
In the minibus with Kyle? Cheekbones, big smile?
If you're not 100 percent happy, let me know...
...and I'll get one of the more experienced technicians to take over.
Bliss is a trainee.
No, she's doing great.
We'll come back and we'll get you out, okay?
Don't.
Them'll go after my family.
Ready?
Uh, yeah, almost.
So, what's the next address?
If he was the last one on the minibus.
The rat trap they brought me to, but Romeo was never there.
He got handed somewhere not on the fucking list.
I've got to run an errand in Hackney.
It's personal.
Drop me at the overground?
You got two hours, Gayle.
You look like shit, Gayle.
Who are you really? Who sent you?
What do you have against Ahmed Adala?
Never heard of him.
Well, that's not true.
I mean, you must be sick of his name already,
and you haven't even got to trial yet.
Who asked you to do it?
Do I look like I take orders?
Just because you're somebody's bitch...
The thing is, I already know whose bitch you are, Nico.
Lindo's.
Millie Black.
How do you know my name?
How the fuck do you know my name?
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.
Listen. Can you hear that? It sounds like...
...a little boy screaming for his mum.
Are you Lindo?
Where is he? Where is Romeo?
...I don't care if you're in Belmarsh, Old Bailey, or Brazil...
...I will hunt you down and take your fucking bollocks off.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - All right, all right, all right.
Let's go.
Come on.
Visit's over.
Keep walking.
Fuck's sake, Millie.
I can't trust you for a fucking second.
I made a breakthrough.
I think he's Lindo, Meera.
He knew who I was.
- Everything. What I... - I don't give a shit, Millie.
Using my login to interfere in an active case?
What, did you think I wouldn't find out?
We've got to go in. See my governor.
Your boss is gonna have to eat some serious shit to square it all with mine.
The JPF don't know I'm here.
Oh my god.
You don't change.
Do you know what really fucks me off?
Is I haven't changed either.
I'm still falling for your bullshit.
You disappear without a goodbye.
I don't hear from you for over a year.
And then you show up at my door and lie to my fucking face.
Look, I'm sorry.
More bullshit.
It's been hard, Millie.
Getting back on track, after Victor.
We did everything right.
We just didn't get there in time.
You're not the only one who has to carry that with you.
We could have been there for each other, Millie.
Like normal partners.
I could have helped you with this case.
Instead I've got to report you.
Yeah.
Or you could just not tell anyone that I came back here
and give me a head start.
Victor haunts me, Meera.
Time is running out for Romeo.
What are you still doing here then?
Thank you.
You can see yourself out.
Truth is, you didn't lose everything.
You threw away more than you ever lost.
I don't think you can even tell the difference.
Hey, I just want to talk.
Hear me out!
Just stop!
Stop!
Fucking hell, Black. I'm not trying to kill you.
I need your help.
You think I give a fuck what you need?
No, but you want Romeo.
Where is he?
I don't know.
- But you do know about Lindo. - I don't!
Bullshit!
You murder a school girl, you best know the who and why.
I didn't plan on killing anyone, Millie.
Don't like she'll be the last.
No. There was supposed to be one more.
But killing you won't end this.
And now they're threatening my family.
There's only one way out for both of us.
There's no getting Romeo without ending Lindo.
What did you find in Belmarsh?
She knows you're here.
We don't have much time.
What makes you think Lindo's a she?
Armed police!
- What the fuck? I'm police, man. - Don't move! Down! Hands up!
I said I'm police!
No, no, no, no, please, please, no.
Turn around!
What the fuck?
Where's your partner?
No! Ah!
What the fuck, Stennet?
All this because she break protocol?
Bredda...
...protocol breach yesterday.
Is murder now.
Let's go.
Please. Curtis.
Hellshire fisherman haul Janet Fenton's body...
...from Kingston Harbour in the morning catch.
What, you think I know something about that,
- Stennet? - I think...
...if Black had followed protocol...
...and brought Janet in like she was supposed to...
...she'd be alive.
I also think...
...that when your whole life one secret...
...you chat nothing but lies.
Curtis.
Yeah. Put him in the back. Put him in the back!
Fuck yourself, Stennet. Watch him.
Fuck you, Stennet.
Go on in the van and shut him up.
Daniel...
...don't disappoint us.
I want to speak to the Superintendent.
Barracat not about to save you or...
...your boyfriend.
Talk up, boy!
You were right that I had something to lose.
Someone.
I still can't believe I risked...
...everything just to take a bullet meant for you.
You know, as soon as we find Romeo...
...I am arresting you for Janet's murder.
Yeah, well, one thing at a time.
How did Lindo get to you?
About six months ago, she presented herself as an informant.
She knew I ran a task force...
...scored some wins against the Tottenham gangs.
Was open to opportunities.
She knew you were dirty.
She offered me the chance to take down Sanguis Meridian...
...and make a little money along the way.
I'll bet. In that order.
So, Sanguis and Lindo are rivals?
No. More like affiliates.
A few weeks ago, she asked me to track...
...down a Sanguis soldier who'd crossed her.
Ahmed.
Lieutenant in charge of labor.
He was the link between Sanguis and the Somervilles...
...for trafficking people out of Jamaica.
Pretty smooth little operation. Until Romeo.
Sanguis never dealt in kids.
So, Lindo saw an untapped market...
...but Ahmed ran his mouth and Freddie drew a line.
Yeah. He called the Met.
Told me what Ahmed told him.
I tracked down Ahmed...
...and then I flew to Kingston to make sure the leak stopped with Freddie.
You know, when I left Belmarsh yesterday,
I felt pretty certain I'd just met Lindo.
- Nico Danvers? - Yes.
There's definitely a connection.
Nico was in the same prison wing as a Jamaican named Corsica.
He was deported after serving his time.
Given a mission to put together a crew.
The Bombers.
Fuck.
So, Nico Danvers works for Lindo.
There'll be a common thread.
It's Ahmed.
She sent you to track him down. Nico's in prison for his murder.
Well, the dead can't talk.
Well, next of kin can.
Your unit have a file on Ahmed?
The end of January and February are expected to have more flow.
Meanwhile, according to tests, the fly is dominating more than Covid.
Finally put her down.
Colic.
The trend of respiratory infections, so the flu,
is circulating throughout the country.
Ever heard of Sanguis Meridian?
Everyone who lives here knows.
How about Lindo?
Someone that we know that Ahmed associated with...
Nico Danvers?
I told the police everything.
But you didn't tell them about Gants Hill.
The construction site where they were trafficking people.
He went there every day.
I went there myself.
Saw Ahmed's whole operation.
Dream homes built on nightmares.
I don't know anything about his work.
Sorry. Excuse me a second.
Hi, did you follow up on those addresses?
Great. Send me a list of the property owners.
Since he is gone, she won't stop.
Well, she gave us fucking nothing.
All right. We need to pick up Kyle, the driver.
I know his route.
That's him.
Fuck.
This is the nail salon where Pia was.
It's closed up.
We know what you do here.
Got the full corporate tour.
Slavery was outlawed centuries ago, love.
Where is Romeo Lawrence?
And where are the girls who work here?
I preferred you as Daphne, bitch.
You smug little prick.
I will fuck you up!
The girls are back at the flat. They've been reassigned.
Where's the boy?
I don't know.
Ahmed Adala is your mate, right?
Yeah. We know all about his little side hustle.
But kids aren't really Sanguis' kind of product, but Ahmed knew better.
Then they pulled him out of the river mud.
So, what do you think Sanguis will do...
...when they find out you're Ahmed's runner?
Oh, come on. I fucking swear.
Swear to the fucking gangsters under the knife when they pin you down.
I was just pick up, drop off.
Dropped where?
Right here. Outside.
That's a lie. You stayed in the minibus. You both did.
Where is the boy?
I brought him around the back...
...out of sight.
He got out, into this car.
What kind? Who was driving?
I didn't see.
What about the destination or the buyer?
What?
He's not going to fucking Disneyland, Kyle.
A fucking pedophile. Where is Lindo?
What?
What about Nico Danvers?
Did he bring Romeo here? And who is he to Lindo?
- Th ...there is no Lindo, man. - So, who has the boy?!
He's gone, all right?
Who, Kyle? Who is selling him? And how?
You better get me in protection.
Are you taking the fucking piss out of me?
Give us something worth protecting, you piece of shit.
Lindo is the alias they're using to sell that kid online.
Online?
- Get the hell off me! - Let's go.
Hold him overnight.
If this is where they did the hand off,
then whoever runs this place must be trusted by Lindo.
Natalie Halliday.
I'm guessing this is the manager I saw yesterday.
She's just a kid basically. Is there any files on her?
- Age roughly? - Oh, twenties?
Black.
Yeah.
I mean, it's pretty clean.
Couple of minors. Stabbing incident in 2009.
Implicated via joint-enterprise. Wasn't even holding the knife.
Nothing the last 10 years.
Doesn't look like anyone.
Well, maybe that's the point.
Okay.
Multiple foster parents, '97 to '05.
Shit.
Last foster parents' surname, Halliday.
She took their name. Are there any birth records?
Her mother's name.
Danvers.
Fuck.
That joint-enterprise case in '09...
...guess who was holding the knife.
Nico Danvers. Her brother.
The system split them up but couldn't keep them apart.
So, she keeps clean, works her way up the Sanguis ranks...
...and sits in this place all day watching the traffic,
tilling up profits in her head.
And she wants that.
For herself and her brother.
Dreams bigger, changes the business plan,
breaks up their M.O. and finds a way...
to use the pipeline but stay anonymous under the alias Lindo.
There's a string of addresses in her name.
We can get to her.
- But Romeo first. - Yeah.
I know a darknet specialist.
Hey. Sorry. Uh...
You don't even know what to be sorry for.
I tell Stennet all he wanted to hear about Millie Black.
Every single thing.
What you want? A cookie?
Please, Daniel. Eh...
All of this is just stuff. We can fix it.
When I was 16, men came and attacked me.
I begged them just gun butt me.
Bust my head as hard as them want.
Take a finger.
Take an eye.
Just don't kill me.
If I was there, I would have tell them to beat me instead.
You haffi know that.
Every bruise, every ...every scar, a lesson, you know.
Are you for fucking real?!
That your mother teach you before she start act like you never born?
Scars teach nothing more than stay away from whoever caused them.
And if I had learned that damn lesson...
...I'd've stay away from you.
All right.
Stay here.
Only haunt I know no one will bother me.
Except Detective Black.
Why did you agree to see me?
My mother always said I have an over active imagination.
Always seems to gravitate to the one I failed.
The one we failed.
You can say his name.
Victor.
You're looking for a boy.
Of course you are.
I need your help. He's being sold on the darknet.
I have a user alias you could use to track the markets.
Lindo.
What?
You expect to find this one alive, Detective?
I have to.
Yep.
- You all right? - Oh, I'm fine.
We're on.
We can find Romeo.
I thought I told you to stay in the car.
Started to worry about you.
Jesus, Millie.
How the fuck did she find us?
Let's go.
We're on.
Yeah, that's him.
That's him.
He's alive.
This is old.
He already sold.
When?
3:18pm yesterday.
Maybe delivered by now.
- What, less than 24 hours? - A lot can happen in a day.
We should hand this over to real police now.
By time we go through the Met red tape, it'll be over.
Who's the purchaser?
Unknown.
Must be a new buyer.
- What, you have his name? - Alias.
This is how this works. You know that.
Fuck's sake. Come on, there must be something.
Okay, look.
The paint is blistering here, and here.
And look, the light position of the shadow on the right side of his face.
And in the left corner of the screen...
...there's something. Can you ...can you enhance here?
Look at the pattern on that curtain.
Could be any house in London, Millie.
Is there audio on the feed?
For their part, the militants deny attacking on account of Iran.
In an interview with EuroNews,
a spokesman said that the rebels only attack ships bound for Israel.
- San' announced. - Rewind again.
Have you got any way of cleaning it up a bit, maybe...
...scrub out the white noise?
It has failed to convince the world
that there are real dangers in the Red Sea.
International corridors are safe.
And the problems are stable.
The rebels' latest attack comes as the security council...
Loop that.
No, just that moment.
...their actions called for an immediate exit from attacks on ships.
Sounds Eastern European.
The resolution also called for the release of a merchant ship
that was seized in November along with its crew.
That's a TV.
It's Albanian.
Is that a baby?
Jesus Christ, we were right there.
Millie?
What are we doing, Curtis?
I thought you'd left.
Oh?
Get enough TV show where the gay people either...
...break up or drop dead.
Who is this?
I miss the old Curtis.
Really?
Fuck no.
You've reached Meera. Please leave a message.
I know you don't want to hear from me...
...but I found Romeo.
He's in one of the terraced houses on the Ravenscourt Estate.
Jacquard curtains.
I'm here.
I'm going in.
Shut the fuck up.
Are we alone?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah?
Where are the keys for next door?
Where are the fucking ...Do you know what...
No! No! My baby.
Here.
If you call anyone...
...if you fucking move an inch...
...you will never, ever see her again.
Do you understand?
Who are you?
I'm Millie.
And I have come to find you.
From a long way.
I'm so happy I did.
Romeo, who is that downstairs?
And did he hurt you?
My uncle and my auntie, them say.
No. No, love.
Do you wanna see your parents?
Mean my mum and dad?
Yeah.
You miss them?
You want to go home?
Yeah?
- I know what it's like... - Romeo.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
We're going on our trip today.
And we're going to meet a new friend, who's so excited to see you.
Gonna have so much fun.
Come on. There's a surprise for you downstairs.
Now, people dress up smart in London Town.
Yes, they do.
Check this out.
Do you like it?
Should we go try it on?
It's pretty, innit?
I think you're gonna look really cool in this.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.
Romeo.
It's all right, love.
It's okay.
It's okay. I'm here for you. Come.
What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?
Where were you taking him?
And who is the buyer?
Don't you move!
Don't move.
Romeo, listen to me, okay?
Oh, no!
Hey.
It's all right. It's okay.
It's okay.
Okay, you're coming with me.
I've got a gun, Natalie.
It's okay. It's okay. Shh. Shh.
Hey, touch one hair on his head and I will fucking kill you.
Trafficking a child.
Killing Ahmed, the Somervilles.
Serious stuff, Natalie.
But you can still walk out of this.
Put the gun where I can see it and come out.
That ends with Nico and me in prison...
...waiting to get knocked off by Sanguis lieutenants.
No, thank you.
If you put down the gun, I will find a way to help you.
Oh yeah?
And what about my brother?
You're trying to save him. Believe me, I get it.
But the cost is too high.
I won't leave him holding the bag.
Like you did when you were kids?
I read your foster care files.
What happened to Nico...
...after you were separated wasn't your fault.
Well, he deserved better, right?
So did you.
I'm not the only one that's coming.
I've got backup on the way.
Please, Natalie.
Put down the gun.
Eyes on the boy.
Are you Romeo?
Listen, Romeo. I need to find Millie.
Millie, the lady that helped you. Do you know where she is?
This house here?
- Would you mind? - Yes.
- Quick, Gary. Hurry up. - Come on, mate.
Armed police.
Natalie Halliday. She fled and she's armed.
Copy that. We've confirmed three traffickers
affiliated in Sanguis Meridian and eight assumed victims at 164 Tiverton Way.
Millie. Oh my god.
- It's okay. It's just a graze. - Jesus, Millie.
Did you see Romeo?
He's outside.
Control, this is Thakur.
I need an urgent ambulance please at the Ravenscourt Estate.
I've got a person down. Thank you.
Romeo's okay.
I want to go home.
I want my sister.
Funny thing.
...I'm the one they stripped to the bone.
But you're the one walking out of here bare.
Your badge. Your gun. Your reputation.
Yourself.
And yet, me not think them take anything...
...you didn't give away in the first place.
All of that, plus family, too.
You give it all away when you boarded that plane.
All I wanted was to be so normal...
...that when I die, nobody would have a fucking thing to say.
But it's normal that's the fuckery.
Normal cost me everything.
And I just about lose it anyway.
So, fuck normal.
And fuck nothing to lose.
Because who I haffi lose waiting for me at home.
Romeo?
Romeo, come in now.
Come now.
Daddy make brown stewed chicken.
You saved that boy, Millie.
But how much family destroyed to save one?
Win one, you lose two.
You reach Bis. Now state your biz.
Bis. It's Millie.
I'm home.
For good this time.
I know. I know.
I wish I knew where you were.
I like to imagine you're somewhere big.
Bigger than the Gully.
Bigger than that damn house I tried to lock us into.
I'm sorry, Bis.
Part of me wants to blame the ghosts...
...but they were never the ones doing the haunting.
It was always me holding onto them, holding onto shit long gone.
I understand now we can't go back. I don't want to anymore.
What I want...
...is for you to know...
...I love you.
I sold the house.
Everything in it.
And I hope they bulldoze it all to the fucking ground.