Northern England, 1965…
According to their boss, they were all good lads. But there wasn’t anything good about them. They were career criminals, ruthless villains.
London had its share of them, but they didn’t take the trip north lightly. During this time period, the industrial north was flexing its muscles, and the shift in power was tangible. One man stood out from the rest, though, and he had big plans for expansion: Bobby Collins.
A ruggedly handsome man with a sharp, shrewd mind, if you needed something done, you went to Bobby Collins. Along with his number two, Arthur Childs—a dapper individual prone to psychotic and violent actions that suited Bobby just fine—there was seemingly nothing they couldn’t accomplish.