Wildcat

London's criminal underworld is controlled

by two of the worst gangsters you could ever hope to avoid.

Mrs Vine may look like the prim and proper sort,

but she rules her empire with an iron fist.

Wake the boys up.

I'm all over it, ma'am.

And Frasier Mahoney, well, he looks like what he is.

A right horrible bastard.

Mate, you say something like that in my earshot

and I'll cut your fucking tongue out and shove it up your arse.

To make matters worse, there's a new lot causing havoc.

The Mushka street gang are growing in numbers

and they don't fuck around.

Even the law won't go near the Mushka estate

without serious backup.

- Please don't kill me. - Fucking die, pig!

The police tried to enforce the first curfew in the history of London,

but that didn't go down too well.

Tensions have reached boiling point

and East London's criminal underworld is on the brink of an all-out war.

And I'm about to find myself right in the middle of it.

Edward, all I need you to do is what?

Stay put, watch the car, keep it running.

You can trust me, all right? I promise.

No, I know.

- Three... - Two...

This is Vine's Jewels.

Do you speak English?

Fucking jackpot!

Ooh!

Expecting somebody?

Must be this Russian lady

that's got an appointment to buy a ring.

It's half an hour early, though.

She on her own?

Yeah.

Buzz her in.

You can come in.

Open... the... door.

- For crying out loud! - Can't she just push the door?

- Ready? - Go.

Pow, pow, pow!

Fucker.

Fucking hell! Look at the size of this bad boy.

Ba, ba! Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Just speak English because I ain't got a clue.

Drop the fucking gun.

- Two seconds. - What?

Huh?

- Everybody down on the floor! - I need backup... now!

- You can't park here, mate. - Just give me a second, mate, yeah?

Get up, over there.

Get in the corner. Get on your knees. Go. Look around.

You can't know who owns this place. You wouldn't be here. You're insane!

Move it or I'll have it clamped.

I said just give me a fucking minute!

You all right, mate?

Open it.

Charges set.

Keep your heads down and nobody gets hurt.

Face the wall.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Naughty, naughty.

Wildcat!

- You good? - 100 grand and a big bag of diamonds.

Thank you very much, Mrs Vine.

No one turn around or they fucking get it.

Fucking finally!

All those diamonds, it's gonna work.

Roman, it has got to fucking work.

Oh my God, that is a talent.

You can just reload like that. One after the other. It's amazing.

- Why, you want to go again? - Can you go again?

Can I ask you something?

Have you been thinking about it at all?

You want to talk about changing our lives now?

I bet you want a family.

- We are a family. - I know we're a family, just...

If we are on two totally separate paths, I do... I do need to know.

And how do you think your brother's gonna handle an addition to the family?

Imagine how he'd be if we had a child.

Oh, don't make this about him.

You know, I've got...

A brother with a paranoid personality, whatever they're calling it this week.

And I'm his big sister.

So I am responsible for him.

If I'd been braver, or...

Helped him earlier, then maybe he wouldn't be so...

- How he fucking is! - Listen to me.

How many times do I have to tell you, this is not your fault.

You gotta find a way to... let yourself off this fucking hook.

Roman, I've never lied to you about who I am or what I want.

It is now or never.

Because I'm running out of road.

I don't know if I can bring a kid into this world.

The job that we do is dangerous as shit. What if I'm not around?

What if I can't be there to be a dad?

Well then we'll quit, we'll get out.

Ada, our work is who we are.

Ah, fuck that. No, it's not. It's what we do.

Does that mean that every time you're here with me,

that your mind's just somewhere else?

I love being with you. It's beautiful. It's quiet.

We have fun, me and you.

So why can't we just have more fun? More quiet?

Eventually, Ada, that quiet is going to become so deafening,

it's going to make my ears bleed.

I... I don't know how to respond to that.

- Just... - Go.

So friendly. What's his name?

- Poppy. She's a girl. - Poppy, lovely.

- Roman? - Are you kidding me?

How long... It's been such a long time.

Years! I can't believe it's you.

What are you even doing here?

I'm doing this private security job

with Curtis, actually.

And who might you be, angel?

This is Charlotte.

Charlotte, this is Mummy's friend, Roman.

We used to work together.

Yeah, he does!

She says you look like a Power Ranger.

- Oh, did she? - Yeah.

I see we've both picked up a new skill.

No wedding ring, I see.

Jumping right in there with the big questions, then.

I'm just... wondering if anyone's gonna mind if I ask you to dinner tonight.

I can't go out tonight, I'm sorry.

But...

If you fancy joining me and Charlotte for chicken nuggets...

Chicken nuggets?

Uh... Chicken nuggets are my favourite food.

- You're the Chicken Nugget Man. - That's what they call me.

Well, you made a good choice there. 'Cause they're shaped like dinosaurs.

What an amazing kid. - Looks smarter and tougher than her mum.

And what about dad? He not around?

- Not letting that one go, are you? - Just curious.

Let's just say I'm a terrible judge of character.

Well, your terrible judge of character bodes well for me.

Hey, hey, hey, at ease, soldier. That's a bit fast for me.

Yes, ma'am.

- How long are you in town for, anyway? - A couple more weeks.

Right. Yeah.

Well, I... guess I should get going, then.

Yeah, yeah.

- Thank you for dinner. - Of course.

And for letting me spend time with Charlotte.

- Yeah. - I really enjoyed it.

I'm glad.

Oh, Roman.

Coat.

- It's good to see you. - Yeah, you too.

Look at her.

Look at her!

Get her out of here.

Look at your baby brother, Ada.

Your little girl is coming with me, Ada.

Frasier Mahoney is gifting you one day.

6 AM tomorrow. Kailash's flower market cafe.

Bring half a million in cash.

If you're late... You really don't want to be late.

I'm so sorry.

- What the fuck? - Ada, I fucked up.

- I fucked up. - What have you done?

I fucked up, Ada, please, you gotta believe me, I

I had no idea that you and Charlotte would get dragged into this.

- Why Charlotte? - Because you're my sister.

I can't pay the money that I owe!

- Well, I haven't fucking got it either. - Ada, they know.

They know what you are.

They know about your special forces background.

And they figure that with you,

I've got half a chance of getting the cash.

I didn't... I didn't know. I didn't fucking know!

Ada. I'm glad you called. I've been thinking about you.

- They've taken Charlotte. - What?

Hold on. What are you talking about? Who?

- Can you come? - I'm on my way.

Bring guns, Roman.

Bring a fucking arsenal.

- Come here. - Oh, God.

We're gonna take care of this, all right?

Whatever it is, we're gonna fix it.

Brought some backup.

Curtis!

I owe you, Ada.

I'm here to return the favour.

You've all heard about this war brewing between Mahoney and Mrs Vine.

Two biggest gangsters in London fighting for the number one spot.

Only needs a spark and there'll be fireworks.

Exactly, so if we take down Vine's jewellery store,

make it look like it was Mahoney...

They'll be busy fighting a war, not looking for us.

Are we even sure there's gonna be enough in the safe?

I have a guy on the inside who's pretty convinced,

enough to give us this information and risk his life.

Sorry, how the fuck are we gonna get.

Mrs Vine to believe Mahoney ripped her off?

Cia.