The Interceptor

GUNSHOT

No!

I came to offer you a job, if you wanted something a little less safe.

SHE CHUCKLES

We can be up on hundreds of lines simultaneously.

I've told you, Ash, you cannot keep taking risks like this.

I heard his voice again...

You've got your shotters selling small amounts of gear.

Anything above that, the 50K guys, the faces...

This organisation's bigger than anything I'd imagined.

~ MAL: 'It's me. ~ XAVIER: 'Where are you?

~ 'I'm at the shops. Where am I going? ~ First floor. Don't be late.'

~ I'm close. Come on, girl. ~ What's the hurry? ~ 'Who's that with you?'

Look, I've got Shannon with me, ain't I? For cover.

What? You're meeting there cos it's neutral ground.

Don't take her with you, you tit.

'Look, I'm going to park her, then I'm going to meet the fella.

'There ain't no-one else here.'

Oh, my friend, how wrong can you be?

He's heading to the ground floor on escalator. Confirm your 5-5.

5-5 confirmed.

They're splitting up.

Camden Lock, Saturday, 11.

~ That was quick. ~ Did we get any of it?

Got all of it.

Hello, Trish. Everything all right with you?

~ Good, thanks. ~ You? Yeah. And what about you?

~ Being a good boy for your mum? ~ Yes.

~ See you later. ~ Yeah, ta-ta. You take care.

Who Do You Think You Are? by The Spice Girls

HE COCKS GUN

CLICK

ENGINE STOPS

Yeah, I'm... I'm on a job this weekend

so I'll call you when I'm free and we'll, er... we'll do it all again, yeah?

Pending a better offer.

HE LAUGHS Yeah.

Like that's going to happen.

HE LAUGHS

ENGINE STARTS

~ A bit full of himself. ~ Full of something.

What is he? Flying squad?

Yeah, we worked a couple of cases together when I was there.

~ Better the devil you know. ~ Ah.

That's romantic.

Val, let's talk about the weather instead.

I still don't know why we can't visit.

The hospital's a long way away, baby.

You've got school and everything. You're better off here.

I am going to be fine.

You know the guardian angels I keep telling you about?

Well, everyone's got one.

You, Stella. Cal's got one, haven't you, Cal?

Yeah, sure.

And I've got one too. So, there's no problem.

You just be good for your brother. All right?

Come here.

SHE SIGHS Remember, anyone asks, I've gone to...

~ A funeral abroad. I know. ~ Especially work.

If that cow at the agency gets a sniff that I'm having an operation...

I can handle it, Mum, yeah?

Look, look, I'm 18. You're not doing nothing illegal.

Everything's cool, OK?

I don't want cool, Cal.

~ I want safe. ~ Come here.

It's going to be fine, OK?

Yeah.

~ Look after yourself. ~ You too.

ENGINE IDLES

Let's wave to Mum.

SUBDUED CHATTER

All right? I thought Cartwright wanted to meet us.

Yeah, he's just reading the obituaries.

~ What for? ~ Cheer himself up.

You said you liked the double chocolate ones.

Yeah. Thanks.

Good lad. Good lad, good lad.

Valerie!

Yeah. Right, hold on.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

~ So, our biggest asset... ~ Xav.

.. is a paranoid little bastard

so full-time ground surveillance was never an option.

Yeah, changes his phones more often than he changes his socks.

But he's reassuringly tight with his crew,

which means they keep calling him on phones that we're up on.

These three calls were logged yesterday in tandem with your ground surveillance.

187 to Xavier, prior to the meet.

~ Then 187 to Xavier again. ~ After the arrangement at Camden Lock.

And the third was Xavier ringing back to confirm.

He needed authority.

From someone bigger than him.

From someone who might be there.

DISTANT SIRENS WAIL

~ What's that smell? ~ He's your best friend. You'd better tell him.

HE GASPS AND COUGHS

KNOCK AT DOOR

What's happening?

Whoo! That looks tasty.

Thanks.

For God's sake.

DISH CLATTERS

So, um...

~ who wants pizza? ~ Yeah!

I don't know about this.

I like my Saturday mornings off.

Get used to it.

One of the more admirable qualities of your workaday crim. They never clock off.

Anyway, it's not like you're looking for a transfer out.

Really?

~ And I know the reason. ~ I'm all ears.

Brunette, 5'9", loves a chocolate biscuit.

Piss off.

She's got a boyfriend anyway.

Valerie reckons it's not serious.

Really?

HE SNIGGERS

~ KIM, OVER RADIO: 'From Kim.' ~ Speak of the devil.

Receiving. You can stop shopping for your poncho now.

Har-dee-har.

No visual yet.

All right. Game face on. We're close.

~ CAL: Do you like that? ~ STELLA: Yeah, I like it.

Yeah, you like that. Yeah, mate, definitely having that.

Mate! HE LAUGHS

~ You scared the life out of me, bruv. ~ Nice bike.

Yeah. Going to get myself one.

~ What? Nick it, yeah? ~ No, mate, I earn the money.

Yeah.

You're all right, though, yeah?

Buster.

Benji, mate. How's it going?

~ You? ~ Going good.

Making a good score at the garage.

And the broads love a brother in overalls, know what I'm saying?

But, hey, 40 grand of debt and the dole queue, I got to respect that.

~ Later, yeah? ~ All right, man. Catch you in a bit, bro.

~ See you later, kids. ~ Say bye. Say bye. ~ STELLA: Bye.

"Bwoads luv a bruvver in overalls, innit?"

HE SCOFFS Right, look what I've got.

~ For me, yeah? Mate, you shouldn't have. ~ Yeah, right.

~ Look at that. Do you like that? ~ STELLA: Yeah.

~ That's very me. ~ Stick it in your rucksack, will you?

'I have visual. Xav plus two, heading my way.

'They've gone into the Inverness Street Market.'

OK. Hold your 5-5.

Whoever Xav reports to must be close.

Cal! Cal!

I can't find Frankie!

~ What? ~ I can't find Frankie!

~ Um... where... where were you? ~ We were in there.

~ He went in with you? ~ Yeah.

Frankie!

HORN SOUNDS

Frankie!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

From Kim. Confirm Xav and boys are still in the market.

This is Ash. I see the other guy. Red hoodie entering the market. Meet is on.

HE PANTS Frankie!

~ Business is business. ~ That's right.

Heard you'd been selling in my manor. Thought we should talk about that.

Good.

Well, there's plenty of business to go round.

You want to talk terms.

That's very smart. I'll talk to my boy.

KEYPAD BEEPS

Tommy, he's making a call.

PHONE RINGS

'I think it's someone close.'

No, I don't have their phone.

OK, we need eyes on everyone in and out.

Whoever joins this meet is our priority.

RINGS

~ What's your name, star? ~ My name's, er...

Judge Dredd, dickhead!

Huh? You want a war, yeah? You got one, bruv!

Go! Go!

Move! Move! Move! Move!

SCREAMING

~ Shoot him! ~ GUNSHOT

~ Shoot him, man! Shoot him! ~ GUN CLICKS

It's jammed, bruv.

GUN EXPLODES, HE SCREAMS

SCREAMING AND SHOUTING

Come here! Come...

~ No, no! ~ POLICE SIRENS WAIL

Sorry, mate.

~ I've got eyes! ~ He's 4-1 down Arlington Road!

~ He's heading to the Lock. ~ SIRENS WAIL

Move! Move! Move! Move! Move!

Take off! Move! Move! Move! Move!

~ Out the way! ~ Watch where you're going!

Out the way! Out the way! Out the way, now!

Frankie!

Are you all right?