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I don't know, man, but this whole block's gone derelict.
- McGee, can I ask you something? - Aye.
Bound to happen, I guess.
And me, Jackie. You ain't doing this alone.
You wanted me?
How is she?
Yes.
...mother to mother. She'll know what that means.
- How are you? Good. - Good to see you.
- Act Mexican. - What do I do if I see something?
Too old to run.
Still asleep.
- It's not starting. - Piece of British shit. Check the battery.
You need to slow that down.
Oh, shit.
All right. We're good.
Who the hell are you? Hola.
He's a little paranoid, so just let me deal with this one.
Who's Maureen Ashby?
How was your phone call?
No.
I got a little problem, Luke.
...you sign off on the club's gun charges and my mom.
Need us to back you up?
Yeah, I'm the picture of health.
Is this the van?
- All right, cool. - All right.
That's why I'm here, Gemma.
Come on. Everyone out. She needs rest.
That's unbelievably cruel. I did everything I could.
Can't do shit here.
It doesn't matter how many of us go. We're gonna need cash to pull it off.
What are you talking about?
I'll be fine. There's not much more this bitch can do to me.
Yeah.
Supposed to turn myself in this morning.
Jesus.
Everything except save him.
We both know you're looking at a transfer...
Just kiss my ass. How do I know you ain't some bill collector?
...went up north.
Hey.
Just take your word on this deal of a lifetime.
Then Salazar and the CL rolled up.
What are you doing?
That attitude is really not going to serve you.
...well, then I may be able to help you.
- We're good. Cool.
And I'm supposed to just trust you, huh?
Come on, come on. Hurry up.
You're still in one piece.
There's deliveries to Stockton Prison every week.