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Do you really think they
are going to come back?

Yeah.

So these are people
who tried to kill us.

We kill everyone on the list.

Yeah.

Suits you.

I go down, he goes down.

So we agree?
We agree I'm on my own.

17 years old, my little baby brother.

There is power in love.

You, don't get to see this.

Because you don't get
to know who's next.

- What can I get you?
- You can choose. I trust you.

- There you go. On the house.
- Oh thanks.

You want me to follow them?

I hope you're good at this cause, I
wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

- Is that a threat?
- No, that's a warning.

I need you to give us a bit more time.

Are we really gonna get married?

He never said man and wife.
I'm just gonna leave you to it.

Jack. Come here.

Anna?

Anna!

Alright.

Go ahead.

TIN STAR

Shit.

Break!

Do you think I'm the first person
to be fake kidnapped by their own dad?

You'd be surprised.

You're off your game.

Piss off,
I've tied better knots in my sleep.

Not that the taser was a bit much?

There you go, we beat the clock.

So. The date.

It's not a date.
It's just a casual drink.

No such thing.

Have you seen “When Harry Met Sally”?

- When Harry met who?
- Fuck off.

- Favorite film?
- No, it's not. Right.

Fair to remember, actually.

- It's a date.
- It's a drink.

- Drink.
- It's a date.

Be careful. Is what he's trying to say.

Meet him somewhere public. And if he
asks you to go back to his, don't.

Yes. And if he offers me some sweeties
don't take them. I know what I'm doing.

So you know where you're going then?

Let's tick another couple off the list.

What if you guys are late?

Then go somewhere where
no one will find you.

Why?

Cause if we're late
we're probably dead.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- You alright?
- Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

Be careful.

Got a job for you. Firearms.

Something wrong?

- Jack still has my gun.
- That's not going to be a problem.

- But without...
- It's sorted.

- Your replacement's at the Armory.
- How did you...

- Let's just leave it at that.
- Thank you, ma'am.

But I can handle myself in future.

Right. Not being funny, but this lot
are the absolute dregs.

- Where's Rachel?
- No one's seen her since yesterday.

Not just these who're missing.
I can't get hold of nobody.

Anybody. You can't get hold of anybody,

and their absence
doesn't get you off the hook.

Besides, you are the ones
who need the practice.

Especially you, Sam, so stop pissing
your pants and get out there, go on.

Come on boys.

- Alright?
- Never better.

Need a hand?

We all know what happens when
you help. Remember the last time?

That's not fair, that's one's on you.
You didn't tell me the gun was loaded.

It's very hard to interrogate
someone successfully

once you've shot them in the cock.

Seen George?

That gobshite.
What do you want with her?

Same as that lot.

- Catherine?
- Yes, specially her.

There's a couple of kids been making
drops to this new development.

You know, drugs, cash...
That's Georgia's style isn't it?

Yeah, where?

Near James Street.

It's one of Michael's.

Thanks, darling.

Remember to check the guns
not loaded first, though, yeah?

Absolutely.

- No more cocks away from bodies.
- Yeah, no worries.

Welcome on board
this Trans Pennine Express train.

Passengers for Haydock Park
racecourse, please...

Alright?

Fuck off.

Nah, it's alright.

You shouldn't be in here.

Who the fuck put you I charge?

Buying a flat.

Yep, me too.

Yeah, got the cash on you, have you?

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- Yeah, you do.

- Excuse me.
- It's my house.

Mary James?

Fuck!

Did Catherine send you?

Well, get on with it.

Mary James, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of possession of firearms

and ammunition and trade
to sections 1 and 5

of the 1968 Firearms Act.

You do not have to say anything...

Rosa?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm so sorry I'm late.
- No that's fine.

- You been waiting long?
- No.

- Shall we go this way?
- Yeah.

- We'll speak later.
- Thank you.

- Did she cause any problems?
- No. Straightforward, ma'am.

Do you want me in
for initial questioning?

- No.
- I want to speak to her.

Catherine Mckenzie.
I need to speak to her.

I'm not going anywhere
until I see her.

Do I have to do everything around here?
Reception are absolutely useless.

Let's go upstairs,
to my office, and talk.

- Alright?
- Let me the fuck past.

Nah. Not yet.

- What do you fucking want from me?
- What do you fucking think?

- Pervert!
- No.

Then what do you want?

- Your delivery, right?
- No. Just seeing my auntie.

- She's a junkie, is she?
- Why, you after a fix?

Might be, yeah.

- I know where you can get some.
- Out of your backpack?

- I need an officer on me or something.
- You need to lower your voice.

- I'm fucking serious, Catherine.
- Remember where you are.

All I did was turn a blind eye.

- I don't deserve to die.
- Don't fuck with me, Joe.

We all had a role to play.

It's time that you
take responsibility.

I'm just asking for someone
to watch my back.

You owe me that much.

Have I ever let you down before?
I've got you covered. Okay?

You need to let me know where you are,
and I'll make sure someone watching.

Okay.

I know it's race day.
Go to the horses as usual.

Have a drink and I'll make sure
that someone is watching.

Got a key?

You asked if you can get a fix,
you didn't say anything about a key.

I know.

- Money first.
- Nope. Key?

Right, here.

Go on then.

Fuck off then.

- Alight.
- Alright.

Alright, George.

Spare me. It's better than you deserve,
after what we found.

- How do you sleep at night?
- Very well.

And on top of a pile of guns,
apparently.

Mary Anthea James.

- Anthea?
- What is it that's you me to tell you?

What are the Worth's doing here?
What is their plan?

- And why would he tell me that?
- He came to you.

For guns.

The rest of which
your colleagues took from me.

That little house on Cadiz
that you have.

It'd be a shame if it went up in flames
before you had a chance to retire.

- It's not my retirement.
- What?

People like us, we don't get to retire.

- Tell me what you know.
- I already did.

I'm serious, Mary.
I will take everything from you,

everything you care about.
And everyone.

Is he worth it?

Come on then,

there's obviously been
a misunderstanding.

I'll take you home.

- Phone!
- What?

Your fucking phone.

Thank you.

You still taking orders then? George?

Must be. Otherwise I'd be dead by now.

- I remember when you taught me this.
- Yeah.

And you were shit
at it back then an all.

Not enough soap. Not enough pain.

Too much soap then you risk
serious damage...

So Jack, we know there is a list.

What else have you got?

Where is it? This “evidence”?

Bank safety deposit? With a friend?

Kill me and find out.

Fuck!

Yeah? Like that one? Fucker!

- Is that Angela?
- Who is this?

- It's Mary.
- Mary. Hi. Sorry. It's loud.

I tried calling Jack, but you know
I wouldn't if it wasn't urgent.

- Are you nearby?
- No, sorry I'm out of town, actually.

I can't hear you, where are you?
Sounds like you're at the horses...

Sorry, Mary, I can't talk right now.

She's at Haydock.

Right, so, I've done as
you asked now let him go.

- Not yet.
- When?

- When they're dead.
- And if something goes wrong?

I didn't want to have to do this, Mary.

It's my fault. So let him go
and give me back my...

What you took from me.

Sit there.

Are you trying to get
yourself killed, young man?

I thought you were meant
to be teaching these kids!

So...

Michael still calling
you Jen George?

- One more?
- Yeah, go on.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Fuck!

Can you still hear screams, George?

Of all those people you killed?

Can you?

Thought we could get some food
while we're here.

- Or, we could not do that...
- How about a drink?

Don't really drink on first dates.

Firstly, you work in a bar,
so that's ridiculous.

Secondly, how do you cope with
the awkwardness if you don't drink?

Thirdly, who said this was a date?

Right, friends is cool.

Cool!

- So, this is a date?
- If we get a drink.

- Haydock.
- And Jack?

- He's not talking. Anna?
- Got it sorted.

- Have you?
- Yes.

I am chief fucking constable, Michael.

My reach is limited and this is
supposed to be your area of expertise.

What'd you really wanna say?

That if he had any actual evidence he'd
would use it already. So get on with it.

I wanted to get on with it
twenty fucking years ago.

And don't forget how much you have
benefitted from me and my “expertise”.

Okay, Jack. New deal.

We share what we know.
You share back.

Like your wife is at the races today.

Now, if you tell us what you know,
maybe we won't kill her.

Was that?

How do you know she's still alive?

- You don't.
- You're going to fucking kill him.

He can take it.

- Here?
- Yeah, sure.

So, what do you do for work?

I'm working with my parents, just now.

- Family business! What is it?
- It's a removals company.

- Sounds fun.
- Yeah. Is only temporary.

- So do you live round here?
- Yeah, I do.

- Who with?
- Just some mates.

- Mates?
- Yeah, some mates.

Mates from where? From uni?

Alright, I live with my parents.

It is temporary though, I promise.

It's fine, your secret's safe with me.

What are they like?

Pretty normal. Pretty regular.

- Yours seem...
- Fucking mental.

Yeah, they looked like they know
how to have a good time.

You could say that.

- Tell me about yours.
- Nothing to tell.

- Do you get on?
- Yeah.

Most of the time and then
sometimes they...

Let me guess. They don't think that
cocktail making isn't sustainable.

They want you to start thinking
about long term goals.

Give up on your dream to open
your own bar, some day.

Start thinking about settling down.

Sorry, are you, are you my stalker?

That's parents for you.
Predictable, single every time.

- Seen someone?
- No, sorry it's false alarm.

- The cold should bring him round.
- Yeah, and what if it doesn't?

- You've killed him, haven't you?
- Just shut up.

It's nothing to do with me. Right?

Watch him!

Yeah.

Fuck.

Shit!

Stop touching me. Come here.

Come here.

- You're sure?
- Kill him.

- But I thought...
- And no witnesses.

Shit.

Kayden.

She would have killed you too,
you know.

Shame to waste it.

How does this compare to other dates?

Normally, I don't share chips so...

I'm flattered.

Honestly, though.

Honestly?

There's not really been that much
to compare it to.

That's a surprise.

We lived in Canada before.
And I think I'd rather die,

on my own surrounded by cats,
then go camping,

or go to the fucking woods.

That pretty much rules out the entire
male population of that country.

- I've never been camping.
- Don't bother. It's shit.

Did you like living there?
Apart from the woods.

Being away from everyone, I felt...

Very lost, I guess.

Sounds lonely.

And being here?

I doubt I'll be here
long enough to know.

How come?

Just stuff. Family stuff.

But today has been a surprise.

Yeah.

- Shall I get us another drink?
- Sure. Yeah.

- In you get.
- Fucks sake.

Anyone else come along...

Yes, madam?

All on “Run to Daddy”.
Five twenty. To win.

Win or each way.

All on “Run to Daddy”. To win.

- There you go, madam, thank you.
- Cheers.

- Hey, want a rock solid tip?
- Yeah, sure.

Run to Daddy, last race.

- Hey lads, wanna tip?
- Yeah.

It's a sure thing but you've gotta
put it on with the bookie there.

Run to Daddy, Five Twenty,
last race of the day.

- I can cover that up for you?
- What?

The burn. What was it,
straighteners or something?

- I'm fine.
- Okay.

I have got a beauty therapy
higher national. Level 5!

No, thanks.

Well. I'm guessing
they're not The One.

Whoever it is you're in here
running away from.

- It's not like that...
- You are here on a date right?

- Sort of. It's complicated.
- Right. What is your name?

Anna.

Your Auntie Saima's here has been on
every kind of date, good, bad, medium.

- Mostly bad.
- What's your point?

My point is, every self-respecting girl
needs some sort of exit strategy.

- Beauty Therapy?
- Level five!

Can you make me look different? Doesn't
need to be perfect, just different.

- I can try.
- Thank you.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

All this on “Run to Daddy”, To win.

- Is there a problem?
- Someone told you to do this?

No.

I've had a lot of bets on that race.
That horse.

Funny that.

It's nearly at evens.

You'd only get the same amount back.
After I've took me percentage.

I got plenty of money. I just
like to bet. I like to clean up.

I'm not into all that shit.
I don't know what you heard.

I've heard you clean money
for Joe Clark. Clarke.

What's your name?

Let's say, there's plenty more where
that came from, if he's interested.

If he wants to talk,
I'll be in the VIP Suite. Box 5.

For the five twenty.
Last race of the day. See you.

Rosa? Hey?

- It's okay, it's fine.
- I'm gonna leave you guys to it.

- Hi.
- Sorry, I can explain...

- Did I do something wrong?
- No, no you didn't do anything.

- Then what?
- I think...

Just talking about the past like that,
it was a bit much.

- Fine, but you should have just said.
- I know I'm sorry.

Do you want to come back to mine?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Let's go.

You did something to your hair.

- VIP pass, please.
- A pass?

It's the VIP lounge, love.

Yeah, but...

No pass, no entry.

It's just the last race of the day.
Jesus.

It's just that...

The doctors have told me
I don't have long left

and I just wanted to go inside,
for five minutes just to, you know,

just to see what it's like...

My dad used to work in there

before he was run over by a horse,

and my mum too,
she didn't work in there,

but ever since my partner left me
for my brother...

Be quick.

Thank you.

You're late. It's after five-twenty.

Catherine send her regards.

Look.

Yeah, that's my dad's fiftieth.

- You look like your mum.
- No I don't.

Thanks.