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A night of murder and betrayal,
as blood is spilt in London and in Tokyo.
Memories of a battle fought over a young man's soul
and of new beginnings cut short before their time.
Corruption and deceit.
Crime and punishment.
Right and wrong.
The thunder of guns
and the roaring sound of their own futures approaching.
Have you got a condom?
Ahh. OK, yes.
Very good, wait here.
Err, make yourself comfortable.
Hey. Hey.
- You're from the coffee shop. Twiggy? - Tiff. - Close.
Not really. - Rodney, right?
You wrote "Randy" on my cappuccino, but, yes.
Projecting, babe.
What's the matter, couldn't put some effort in?
Well, it's casual Friday.
You're staring.
Is that a problem?
Time will tell.
Didn't have you down as a drag queen.
Well, I'm not.
What are you, then?
Well, now there's a question.
Did you come here alone? Yes.
Oh, how about that.
Me too.
Oh, I need to be so very much more drunk than this. Oh!
Right, everybody out!
The building's being evacuated.
- Right, everyone, keep moving please. - Keep moving!
This way, sir. Quick, quick, quick.
There is some drama happening here.
I have a sixth sense for these things.
Bitch, don't sass me in my mother tongue, all right.
Someone better not be trying to blow up Soho.
Fuck this. - Come on.
Excuse me! Thank you.
Oh, fuck.
I'm high as shit.
I shouldn't have done that bump before we left. That was folly.
Utter foolishness.
And the second one.
Ridiculous.
Oh, my God.
Taki.
Taki!
Taki!
Is it a terrorist?
I think he's Japanese.
That does not mean he's not in Isis.
I know him. Taki!
He's my uncle.
Hey, Kenzo! Kenzo! Hey, you made it!
I thought I'd lost you in there.
Oh, yeah, she's on our side now.
I think.
You're injured. I'm fine.
Oh, yeah, she's fine.
Hey, we're about to get a SWAT team rammed up our ass but she's fine.
Take her back to your hotel and you wait for me there.
Yuto? - I'll find him. I'll come back. - OK.
You have to trust me. - OK, OK. OK.
Stay calm! - OK, OK.
Hey, he ain't going to throw up, is he?
He's all right.
He throws up, there's a fine.
You're not dead. You're in a fucking Uber.
...in the centre of Soho.
Police struggled for control
as crowds of terrified people ran for cover.
Many desperately reaching out for missing friends or loved ones.
Armed police were on the scene in minutes
and the busy bars and restaurants...
Did anyone see you bring him back here?
Just the driver.
It looks like a bullet's grazed his shoulder.
But his chest... - It's shrapnel.
There was an explosion.
An explosion?
I think there was a hand grenade.
Of course there was.
We need to get this out of him.
OK, hold on.
Yeah, OK, no.
Tell her I'll call back.
Kenzo will call you back.
Wait! Wait.
Is Yuto still alive?
Yes.
Do you know what you're doing?
No.
I'm sorry you got caught up in this, Sarah.
I'm sorry.
What happened tonight?
You don't have to be strong.
Not right now. Not with me, here.
You can be not OK.
You can be that.
What were you doing there tonight?
Huh?
You brought death down upon everyone in that restaurant.
So, what were you doing there?
Got my wires crossed.
Oops.
Ah, fuck!
I'm going to have to go to my father with this.
Your father?
Yeah, you ever... you ever see The Sopranos? - Mm.
He's the guy who watches that and complains
they got the sound effects all wrong when someone gets beaten to death.
Nice guy, huh?
Oh, yeah, he's a fucking riot.
Which is exactly what we're going to have when he gets here.
The fucking Pittsburgh mafia running around.
Not easy being a mobster's son, huh?
Plus, you're no good at it.
You don't know anything about me.
I know you're standing in petrol, talking about lighting a match.
Maybe don't do that.
Especially not when I'm standing next to you.
No, we're... we're all standing in it now.
You, me, Abbot...
Yuto.
Especially Yuto.
Huh, if he's still breathing.
So don't make the call.
We can all walk away from this.
Just like that?
Right.
Thank God my wife is out tonight.
She's watching Les Mis.
And do you know how expensive those tickets are?
She's seen it, like, ten fucking times already.
You know, you said on the phone,
"If you want to take him,
"you might not get a better chance than now."
But he had 15, 20 guys with him.
Including you.
Am I right? About... about 20 guys.
Cos I'm... I'm... I'm thinking back over what happened
and I can't honestly say it felt like a great time.
Y'know? Not when he was surrounded by 20 fucking men.
And, like I said, one of 'em was you.
And... and... and they seemed to be expecting us. So...
...maybe your helpful little tip
wasn't really a helpful little tip at all.
Huh.
And these are the sort of questions my father's going to ask.
Fuck! Where's Kenzo?
You got something I can use for my leg?
There's a bathroom down the hall.
He's going to be so fucking pissed.
Fuck.
Ah, come on, come on, come on.
Come on.
Kenzo will call you back.
Wait! Wait.
Is Yuto still alive?
Yes.
How about another drink?
You want another drink? Yeah.
All right.
I sure could use one.
Oh, my God.
He used to keep a bottle of Johnnie Walker 21 in the garage,
my old man.
He'd go out there at Christmas, when the family got too much.
He'd pour it into a paper cup and just...
...just drink it by himself.
You imagine that?
200 bottle of scotch in a paper cup.
He invited me out one year.
And we... just drank Johnnie Walker 21 in the freezing cold...
...next to his car.
And you're not saying anything
we're just, like, we're just drinking.
I remember I could see his breath in the air.
And I was so fucking... grateful.
And then he told me. He goes...
"You'll never do the things you want to do
"because you haven't made a good decision
"in your entire goddamn life."
But you know what...?
Donna?
Donna?
The headlines this morning.
A gunfight between warring gangs in the Soho area of London
has left 15 people dead,
with that number expected to rise.
Police have not yet confirmed
whether a double homicide in a West End hotel later in the evening
was connected to the incident.
I've got to go into work.
They're calling everyone in.
What are you going to say?
I don't know.
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