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("Crockett's Theme" played badly)

If he doesn't start developing
some range, I'll do him.

- He's autistic, Viv.
- He'd better be.

(Dinah) Whoever it was who broke in
must have taken something.

Our dignity, for starters.

He's got us rooting round
like we're looking for sodding car keys.

(sighs) Whoever he is,
he's laughing at us.

We can't deal with this on our own, Viv.

- We have to take this external.
- No way.

The only way
I would dream of risking that

is if I was 100 percent positive
it was one of me own.

The one thing we can't deny is
that Patrick was getting information

that only someone close to us
could have known.

Whatever he came back for,
we know when he did.

We have to rule out where our boys were.

You first.

MacLaren.

Give over! If he knew
we were talking about him like this,

we'd be straight for the sack
or the bin.

Well, who'd you rather? Miller?

You see his hookers?

- Plural sometimes.
- Who told you that?

He did. He forgot
who was chauffeuring him home.

Where was Spike?

- I'm godmother to his kids, Viv.
- Someone always is.

Spike cleared Patrick's alibi.

Next thing you know,
Patrick's abducted another victim!

She said Patrick begged him
not to make him do it. Begged!

You really think any of them
could have done that?

We need to find out
where they were, when,

so we know who to trust.

Behind their backs?

We've already started.

Ripped By mstoll

(indistinct chatter)

(laughing)

Ta.

Oh, shit. Sorry.
Forgot you hate ketchup.

- I'll go back.
- No! Chill out. It's fine.

Teg, now you're paired back up
with Tintin here,

don't forget he needs
a good handjob about 3:00, 3:30,

otherwise he gets a bit grumpy,
don't you, babe?

This is definitely worth it.

Tegan doesn't brag, but she can fart
the theme tune to Going for Gold.

Hey! Right, go on.
Go on, back in your cave.

- (blows raspberry)
- See you later.

They should have "just married"
sprayed on the car.

(gunshots)

Echo, Tango, two shots fired
northwest of Salt Marsh Street.

(siren wails)

(Stuart on radio) Two shots fired
northwest of Salt Marsh Street.

(Deering) Morning.

We need one of us
to be uncontaminated by this.

It's business as usual.

- If you just speak to...
- Yes, yes.

What took you both?

Oh, Mum left the headlights on again.
Viv had to pick me up.

I keep saying get her checked.
What have you got?

Er, gunman shot a jogger, ma'am.

Victim was doing
his cool-down exercises when...

Died instantly.

A witness said they saw the gunman
throw a rucksack in the canal.

Spike's waiting for divers.

Yeah, the first round hits the poor sod
in the carotid.

Then, wham, back of neck.

The first bullet is nowhere near
worth my attention,

but the second one
has gone in and not out.

If I was you, ma'am, I'd tell me
not to let his brains out of my sight.

- Catch the gun, catch the killer.
- Granted.

Right, don't fret, lads.
I'm just coming for the hardware.

That is my favourite coroner's office.

He's way too obvious for your shit list.

My shit list?

Er, shit list, ma'am?

Oh...

(indistinct chatter)

Where did you and Viv
sneak off to last night?

Both wearing the same clothes
as yesterday. You were missed.

Cathy was pretty overwhelmed.
Me and Viv had to calm her down.

You mean, you both passed out
pissed on your sofa?

Hey, at least it's all over.

OK, erm, can someone
get the lights for me, please?

(door opens)

Right.

Right, victim's name
is Dr Jeremy Tierney,

one of the most highly sought-after
myomectomy surgeons in the UK.

Don't google it.

Not unless you like it
pink, wet and shiny.

So, was the doctor the intended victim?

Or did the good-eater gunman

get sick of feeling guilty every time he
tucked into a KFC family bucket for one?

Tierney was a fitness freak.
He'd jog to the hospital every morning.

Same route, same time.
Set your watch by him.

The gunman could have planned the hit.
What have you got, Prof?

Hmm.

Behold, one freshly plucked bullet from
one freshly dead Oxbridge education.

It was fired from a 9mm Baikal pistol.
Sleek, beautiful,

and if this summer's jaunt to the Palm
Springs Gun Show is anything to go by,

quite the heartbreaker.

The gun that killed Tierney
was used on the Fordhuck Estate

in a number of recent gang shootings.

We never found it, but we're all set to
raid the den where the gang hangs out.

So, first to find the gun gets Employee
of the Month and a big kiss from me.

(MacLaren) This can't look like
we're raiding the estate

just because the victim's postcode
wasn't the local favela.

God forbid, sir. Joy, the hospital.

Fish for dirt on the surgeon.

And Spike's big boss on the raid.

Move!

Dinah... Dinah, is everything OK?

Like, what is this bloody shit list?
Am I on it?

Don't be daft.
It's just one of Viv's jokes

that you don't get
but you have to laugh at.

- Look, I've got to go.
- Wait.

Are you not coming to the hospital?

- Won't miss it.
- My car, five minutes.

I just need a wee.

I'll keep her off your back.
You hold back here. Check alibis.

Then the Blue Anchor pub. Talk to the
landlord who gave Patrick his alibi.

Check Spike did his job.

You think you're the only one
who hates this.

Lower those shoulders, put some lippy on
and smile like you just love your boss.

(siren wails)

Ma'am?

Where's Dinah?

What I'm about to tell you
is spectacularly confidential, yeah?

Yeah.

I had a premonition about a lynching
over our handling of the Llewellyn case

and I will not let my flock

be scapegoated by a bunch of
prostate-fingering Freemasons.

So, I'm getting Dinah to go through
the case files for slip-ups,

so we dodge the shit list.

But, ma'am,
I was sergeant on that case.

No, no, no, you're sergeant on this case

and I'm depending on you
to sparkle gloriously under pressure

cos you are sharpening up
like a good pencil.

Drive, sister.

- (Bronski Beat on radio)
- Ah-ah. Magic.

♪ Run away, turn away,
run away, turn away, run away...

- Armed police! Get inside! Police!
- Stand back!

(shouting)

Well, Dr Tierney was a genius surgeon.

Problem is, if you couldn't keep up,
he'd make you know it.

I've seen good juniors
leave the profession because of him.

Undo your jacket.

You know what it's like
to have a boss who tortures you?

Gets inside your head,
your heart, your soul?

HR... signed me off for stress.

Me and my wife went to Malaga
for half term.

Soon as we hit the tarmac,
my eyebrows fell out like pine needles.

Look OK to us.

Yeah, that's cos they cost 500 quid.

That's 500 quid every year.

(siren wails)

Weed, bunch of knives, no gun.

(phone rings)

Check out which flats
them garages belong to, will you?

- Miller time!
- (Miller) Hey, Spike-a-tron!

So, the divers played a fucking blinder.

Pulled the gunman's rucksack
out of the canal.

OK, one hoodie, XXL,

one phone, drowned.

It's going to take a little more
than mouth-to-mouth

and one soggy receipt.

He did his shopping
before his shooting.

Got peckish. Very peckish.

How's it going? The garage below
is registered to this flat.

- Your mum about?
- Wait here. I'll just get her.

- Armed police!
- Armed police!

Armed police! Show yourself!

(shouting)

Bathroom clear!

Clear!

Room clear! Door open on the landing!

- (Jonah) Taz, he's out the window
- Chase him!

- You. He's free-running.
- Suspect on the move. Possibly armed.

Heading south towards Maythorpe Road.

(grunts)

Stay down.

(pants)

You tell yourself it's not too late.

There's still someone out there for you.

And someone like Patrick walks in,

says he teaches kids with
learning difficulties and you think,

"Yeah. Yeah, why not?"

Did... Did DC Tanner ask
if you'd any other cameras?

Or did he seem happy enough
just to look at the one?

Erm... I think I told DC Tanner
that all the other cameras were fake.

I... I really can't remember.

Did you take this photo?

Not me.

No, I only ever saw him here
or back to mine. What's new?

Did he mention anybody else to you?

Once, yeah.

I said we made a good team
and he said there was someone else.

Some straight guy
he was holding out for.

I wish he'd told me I was only an alibi.

Patrick told you he was holding out
for somebody straight?

What was his name?

Sean.

No surname?

Just Sean. Patrick said
he'd do anything for him.

Ballistics show that your gun was the
one used in the shooting of Dr Tierney.

- And a bunch of other gang killings.
- I'm not in a fucking gang!

Why have you got a gun?

Alright. God's truth.

They made me stash the gun.

But it can't have been that one.

We've got locks on the door.
Nobody else had a clue.

I'm the only one who knew where it was.

Leon, erm... where's your mum?

Dunno. Probably back in a day or two.

Where's me sister?

Social work has gone
to pick her up from school. She's safe.

It's your future
you should be worried about.

We've got you
on possession of a firearm.

Is this? Is this you?

Come on, Leon. Looks like you.

They didn't give me a fucking choice.

When they found out it was just me
and Gazelle, they took over the garage.

They said I had to show them
I had what it took.

So, that's that?

You're confessing
to the murder of Dr Tierney?

I didn't even know who he was. I swear!

They said they'd light up my sister
if I didn't.

Erm, Leon, would you mind just
reeling off what you bought from Tesco

before you shot him?

Coke.

Er, anything else?

Mars bar.

Haribo.

Erm, Diet Coke, strawberry lace
and a doughnut.

A jam doughnut.

Nobody else knew
where you stashed that gun?

And it's just you and your sister
in the house, right?

(dance music)

(music drowns out speech)

Gazelle!

Pass! Quick!

(beeps)

Gazelle, don't!

Shut up!

Or I'll jump, I swear!

(all chant) Jump, jump, jump, jump!

(teacher) Stop it! Be quiet!

Excuse me. Do you teach her?

- She's a suspect in a shooting.
- Gazelle! Don't do anything stupid!

Whatever you've done, you'll be OK.
I promise.

Hey, Gazelle.

Come on,
you don't want to be that YouTube girl

who jumps to her death
in a T-shirt saying "gravity".

Do you? No!

(screams)

(chuckles)

(Joy) We're talking
to Gazelle's friends and teachers.

She's never done anything
like this before.

Bastard! You got your little sister
to do a hit, didn't ya?

Didn't ya, you little bastard?

She might have a point. It's possible
Leon didn't have the guts to do the hit.

Or she did it to save the pair of 'em.

- Who's the Scouse?
- Claire Winston. Gazelle's teacher.

Gazelle's asked her
to be her appropriate adult.

Miss Winston.
I'm Detective Inspector Deering.

I'm sorry. I just...
I put everything into that kid.

I took her from an F prediction to a B.

I've got her learning,
dancing, laughing.

Do you have any idea
why she might have done this?

I can't believe she...

She's a good kid.
You have to believe that.

But word to the wise, eh?

Brace yourselves.

Oh, my days! What the fuck
do you brush your teeth with? Shit?

Why did you shoot Dr Tierney?

You. You look like Katy Perry.

- You're making me wet, man.
- Gazelle!

We've heard how hard you've worked
to turn your life around.

- But you've chucked half of it away.
- What's she saying?

You walked out your house with a gun,
looking to kill.

You're facing decades, not years.
By the time you're out,

it'll be too bloody late
to find any decent fellas. Or chicks.

- Speak for yourself, fat lady.
- Did your brother make you do this?

Leon? He's soft as shit. Nah, man.
Just woke up seeing red.

Time of the month.

Remember how that can be,
right, Grandma?

Next thing I know, joggers, man.

Don't tell me it didn't make you smile.

The surgeon you shot, he had two kids.

That's a lie. He didn't have any kids.

Joseph, ten. Carly, seven.

What made you think he didn't?

(Claire) Gazelle,
they're trying to help you.

Answer them.

Fuck off! Just fuck off!

Fuck off!

She knew him. This was never random.

I agree. Looks personal.

I'm not being funny, but a 15-year-old
kid popping a gynaecologist?

- Just a... It's a weird link.
- Go back to the hospital.

Check if Gazelle went ever under
Tierney's knife or wanted to.

- Cheery bye for now.
- See ya.

- Where's she off?
- I don't...

Spike did his job checking Patrick out,
but there's something else, Viv.

It's weird.

Patrick told the landlord he was in love
with someone called Sean.

Patrick's arrest sheet.

In 1999, Patrick got his caution
for kicking some bloke's door down

in the middle of the night, yeah?

Sean Lang's the bloke.

Yeah. We NC'd Sean Lang ages ago.
He's dead. Long dead.

Yeah, I know, but the landlord said
Patrick was still going on about him.

That he'd do anything for him.

Present tense, Viv.

Somebody took those photos of Patrick
in his flat.

Sean Lang drowned.
Threw himself off a ferry in 2002.

They found his shoes, his wallet,
a suicide note...

But they never found a body.

Get everything you can on him.
Job, date of birth, photo.

If my dad knew what we were thinking,
he'd be turning in his grave.

Thank fuck he was cremated.

(Deering) Coffee. Cream, sugar.

- Full bypass.
- Ooh, appreciate it.

I'm afraid this kid's phone
is deader than Top of the Pops.

Main board's flooded. Circuitry's blown.

Miller, you were at the mortuary
yesterday afternoon, weren't you?

That I was, kipping on a slab.

Actually, you weren't. I checked.

You weren't at the lab either.

You checking up on me, Viv?

Look, Miller, you're never not off
the rails, but... divorce is a bastard.

I'm just making sure that my mate's
not headed over a cliff.

Too late. Landed splat ages back.

I hate not knowing what my boys
get up to behind me back.

I took my lad to a toy shop.

They've released one
of those new Inter-City toy trains.

- Come on, Miller!
- OK, I took myself to a strip club.

I begged a Thai chick to stick a mango
up me derriére and call me a cocktail.

Jesus, Viv. Take a joke, yeah?

I was just at home on me tod.

Was I crying? Maybe, maybe not.
What's it to you, eh?

And that's fucked.

(door opens)

(Joy) Erm... try the last six months.

(nurse clears throat)

Am I losing the plot or is there
something going down with Dinah and Viv?

No, er... What makes you say that?

Right, OK. You've got to promise.

Viv is freaked out that
there's going to be an investigation

into our handling
of the Patrick Llewellyn case.

Dinah asked me
where you were yesterday afternoon.

- What did you tell her?
- I said you went off-radar for an hour.

Sorry. Have I? Have I screwed up?

Sergeant? Nothing on the system
for Gazelle Spires.

I can't see how he'd have any contact
out of hours with a teenage girl.

I was probably
the closest person to him.

What about your colleague? Dr Eyebrows?

Well, you can ask, but to be honest,
he's been signed off with stress

and on holiday with his missus
more times than he's been here recently.

- Can you get him for us, please?
- Yeah, sure.

- What have you got?
- Don't know yet. Hang on.

(doctor) Me and the wife went to Malaga
for half term. Soon as we...

Half term?

(Joy) Dr Pushkin.

What's your wife's name?

Loving wife gets pupil to blow
husband's bully boss's brains out?

The Daily Mail is gonna
shit their knickers. Is this real?

Why else would she tell us
her husband worked with Tierney?

That's a hell of a wife, ma'am.

Except she got a pupil whose mother
had just flown the coop to do it.

That's five-star grooming.

Pull Mary Poppins out. Don't let her
know we know till you talk to Gazelle.

Oh, hold it. Wait.

The kid's facing 20 years.

If this shit floats,

we've got a child manipulated to kill
by an adult she trusted.

She could still have a life.
Set empathy to stun.

Go!

Dinah, what have you got?

Right, so we know Patrick
was sectioned in 1999, right?

Look at the job description
on Sean Lang's tax records.

(Deering) "Hospital orderly"?

At Patrick's hospital
at the same time Patrick was sectioned.

That gives Sean access
to people he sees as weaker than him.

People who he thinks he can control.

I'm going to his ward.
Someone might remember him.

I need you to get a hold
of Sean Lang's employment file.

It'll have proper details.
You know, next of kin...

Oh, come on, Viv.

- I've got a hunch.
- And it's giving me an ulcer!

Alright. If I set Connie loose on it,
the warrant will take an afternoon.

Is it you that stinks or me?

I can't work it out.

- Right.
- (Sighs)

Where's Miss?

- She's indisposed.
- What the fuck's that mean?

How well do you know Miss Winston?

- Ever go to her house?
- (Gazelle) I was wrong about you.

You don't look like Katy Perry.
You look like a bitch!

If you want to protect Miss Winston,
then tell us why you did it.

We know your mum
walked out on you, Gazelle.

Shut up.

And your teacher was the only person
who made you feel like you existed.

Am I right?

- Did she make you do this?
- She's done nothing wrong!

What did you do together?

- Stuff.
- Stuff?

Nice stuff.

See films together.

She'd take me for breakfast.

Make me eat healthy. Fruit.

She said she were proud of me.

Breakfast? Where?

Excuse me. Do you mind
if we sit there for a minute?

- Yeah, alright.
- Just for a minute, thanks.

Well, Miss Winston, gold star.

(receptionist)
No staff still here from 15 years ago.

Who'd want to be?

Erm, what about patients?

- (man) Eden Ward.
- Tell Ray he's got a visitor coming.

A real one.

Patrick. That uptight tart
were the one person round here

who I didn't think were a serial killer.

He were bonkers, though.

Honed in on every pair of bollocks
that swung by.

Gave people no choice
but to tell him to fuck off.

He'd break his own heart,
literally, every day.

In all the time you've been here...

...did you ever know a Sean Lang?

Yeah.

The bloke that came up with the X-Files,
till some other twat nicked it,

claimed it were his idea,
so he became a sniper, Kosovo.

Ray, thank you for your time.

(Ray) Said he were in the police.
Armed police.

Blew open some teenage mong lass
by mistake.

Sally? Sylvia?

Is the correct answer, yeah.

He wasn't right.

But Patrick... were his number-one fan.

What did he look like, Ray?

A big lad. A marble slab.

Is this him?

That's Sean.

But he had hair then.

Weren't too big on spray tan neither!
(chuckles)

(sighs) What's this? Spot the nonce?
Nowhere near.

(laughter)

(music plays)

- Hiya.
- (All) Hey!

- Hiya.
- Mmm.

- You're home early.
- I'm right back out again.

No time for a jam, boys.
Just a quick change of knickers!

(all laugh)

- Champagne?
- Yeah.

What's the party?

Come on! Cough up.

We got a phone call
from our booking agents...

- (phone rings)
- Hold that thought.

- Dinah.
- We're in the clear.

It's none of them. It's not MacLaren,
not Miller, not Spike.

I spoke to a hospital patient
who knew Patrick and Sean Lang.

He knew he was an orderly
without me saying.

He said he lied, manipulated Patrick.

But, Viv...

...he said Sean claimed to have killed
a Down's syndrome girl.

It was Sean Lang at the flat, Viv.

He faked his fucking death.

Get back to the station.
We bring everyone in on this now.

(phone beeps)

("Crockett's Theme" played badly)

Er... Hmm.

You're as white as a sheet.

It must be the champagne.
I haven't had anything to eat today.

(exhales)
What did you spike me with now, eh?

- Come in and sit down for a second.
- No, I'm never better.

- I'll go and splash my face with water.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, you get back in there...
and start making our fortune.

(door opens)

(on laptop)
Patrick, hello. I'm Viv. Remember?

I'm a police officer.

(Patrick) Yeah, I know who you are.

(computer beeps and rewinds)

I know who you are.

(computer beeps and rewinds)

I know who you are.

(knocking at door)

Sorry, ma'am. Is this a bad time?
We've just had a bit of good luck.

Just give me a minute, Joy.

(exhales)

It's too big a coincidence, ma'am.

Is this all you've got?
The kid that's already going to jail?

I've nowhere near enough
to hang the teacher by the curls.

Where's your tripwire?

If we get Gazelle to admit Miss Winston
told her about Tierney's routine...

All the teacher needs to do
is say Gazelle was lying.

No. For fuck's sake, Joy, don't deflate.

You found all the corners on this.

The husband. Did he know?

If he did, he's as good as she is.

Joy, take Gazelle.

- Spike, Mary Poppins.
- Not want her for yourself?

The husband.

Why didn't you tell us your connection
to the victim when you had the chance?

I didn't want...

No, I couldn't believe
that that was why she did it.

I'm sorry, but you have to believe me.

I had no clue she was going to do this.

She didn't know!

Talk to me.

Tell me why you did this.

Please... we're both horrified.

I know my wife.

She'd never do this,
not in a million years.

How come your wife never told us
of her connection to Dr Tierney?

When your teacher
took you for breakfast,

you'd sit in the same place,
looking out onto the bridge.

Did she ever mention that Dr Tierney
ran across it every morning?

Did she point him out?

That's... pure coincidence.

Was it you who told her that Dr Tierney
went there every morning?

Maybe you never said it. Maybe you saw
the opportunity. Hinted it.

I wouldn't put it past you
telling that neglected, abused girl

all kinds of made-up shit about Tierney
to get her to kill him.

Do you honestly think me capable
of something so grotesque?

Jesus Christ, if I were going to get
Gazelle to blow someone's brains out,

I'd get her to kill whichever chinless
Eton buttfuck of an education minister

is telling us
we're not hitting our fucking targets!

- Pardon my French.
- (Deering) I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking there's some mistake.
No mistake.

She led that child to murder.

Whatever that poor girl did,
she built all in her head herself.

Claire played no part in this.

She wouldn't. She... She couldn't.

OK, Doctor.

OK. You go to prison and protect
the person you think cares for you.

Miss Winston,
she tried to blame your brother.

She won't come and visit you in prison

and she won't be there waiting for you
when you come out.

You want to knock years
off your jail sentence,

then, Gazelle,
I'm begging you, talk to me.

(door opens then closes)

There's just one last question,
which people will ask behind your back,

so allow me to say it to your face.

Did you know?

Come on. You must have known.

(whispers) Course you did.

Tell me.

Well, you know now.

So, what are you going to do?

- We could keep working on her.
- There isn't enough.

Best of luck with your marriage, Claire.

The only thing you two
are going home together with is poison.

Come on, love. Let's go.

Owen...

(woman) Connie says she's placed
the file on your desk, ma'am.

- You just left.
- I... Did I?

Er... shouldn't you be setting up?

Well, yeah, but the reason
for the champagne was... is...

We landed a contract.

A big one. A six-week tour
around Europe. It's real.

We're on our way tomorrow.

What are you thinking?

It's the sexy musician act
I fell for in the first place,

not you dicking about
in the basement with jingles.

(chuckles) Easy, now.

Next year's tax bill
will be double yours.

(chuckles) Not till after.

- Eye on the prize.
- It is.

Go get famous, for fuck's sake.

Yes, ma'am.

(door closes)

- Hiya, Di.
- Hiya, Laurie.

You coming tonight?
Bring the family, yeah?

Yeah, I think just Cathy and Alpha.
They wouldn't miss it.

How is Cathy? Bearing up, is she?

A night out will do her good.
See you later.

You've got something you want to ask me.

Look, j-j-just give us five minutes.

What sort of mate goes behind your back
checking up on them, eh?

You want to know where I was? Just ask!

I was with Alice at the hospital.
She's eight weeks.

Made me swear not to tell anyone
this time until we got to 12.

Spike, that's amazing.

You know, I couldn't wait to tell you.

Yeah, well, that's where I was.
Thanks a bunch.

Look, I'll make you underst...

We move now. Sean Lang's
employment file come through?

- Connie says...
- There's nothing in it.

But... doesn't matter. We open this up
right now. Tell everyone.

Dinah...

We haven't got anything.

- We haven't got anything.
- What time is there left to waste?

What aren't you telling me?

You ran an innocent man under a bus
and trusted me to keep quiet.

I need the same trust from you now.

- (knocking at door)
- Come in.

Er, sorry, ma'am. My first pass
on the Gazelle-Spires report.

Pop it in my bag, please, Sergeant.
I'm... I'm just out the door.

D'you know what I'm having to accept

every morning when I come into work,
ma'am? That I'm a good detective

and if you rate me as a colleague
and as a sergeant,

then I deserve, I demand, to know what
you're hiding from me on the Down's case

because this is way more
than covering our backs.

It's about time you finally embraced
your mojo, Joy, but...

In this instance you are way off.

As a friend?

Nothing.

(door closes)

Go home.

And look Cathy in the eye?
Tell her we're doing everything we can

after she's chucked her guts up
to get us this far?

That's what you're asking?
You can get to fuck, ma'am!

(door opens then slams shut)

- Would you like a fried egg, Angela?
- It's Pamela. (clears throat) Pamela.

- It's Pamela, love.
- Oh.

(woman) Next week's
our 50th anniversary.

- That's if I let him make it.
- (Chuckles)

Did... Did Sean ever mention me?

Well, Sean never really told us much
about his girlfriends.

We were very in love.

Unfortunately,
I had to move to Australia for work.

When I found out
what had happened to him, I...

Well, to my shame,
I... I couldn't face a memorial.

I want you to know...

...I loved him.

(woman) We couldn't have asked
for a better son

and he was a perfect brother
to his sister, wasn't he, Earl?

Sister?

Sylvia. Did he not mention her?

Sylvia adored her little brother.

And when we first brought him home
from the nuns,

she gave him more love in one hug

than he'd had in his entire little life.

She loved it when he'd stroke her face,
didn't she?

Where is she?

She was such a clever girl.

And she loved the water.

(sniffles)

It was never Sean's fault.

(Deering) I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Cheers, love. Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey! You alright, you two?

- Where's Dinah, Spike?
- I do not know.

We're just over there. Look.
Hey, Joy, what are you doing?

- The band's not even started yet.
- I'm not good company. I'm going to...

Come in here.
Come here, come here. Right, look.

Beers, cheers... and fuck 'em.

(papers shuffle)

Major fuck-me vibes at three o'clock.

You take the daughters.
I'll have a crack at the mum.

- We're going to get so laid, lads.
- Hmm.

- So, on a roof.
- Yeah?

- We were...
- What?

Fucking ace? Yes!

Too right!

Right, you know what?

You know sometimes
when there's an elephant in the room?

You've just got to ride it, yeah?

Have you seriously not shagged
anyone worthwhile since... we bumped?

- I'm just going to go kill Jonah.
- No!

Wait! You must have got me so mashed
cos I don't remember a thing.

- Honestly.
- Piss off. You got me mashed.

The question is, O'Connell,
can you remember me naked?

Hmm. Afraid so.

- HD, 3D.
- That is an outrage!

What sort of partner are ya?

(both laugh)

Right, I'm not having this.

(moaning)

♪ You're something new to me

♪ It's back to school for me

♪ Gonna get, gonna get it,
gonna get it...

(sighs)

(lighter clicks)

(gasps)

(sighs)

(music blares)

(mouths) Hi. I'll be up down the front.

(chuckles) Hey!

- Hey, ma'am.
- Oh, bless your cotton socks.

How much did you pay this lot
to show up?!

- You're bankrupt. Your house is gone.
- (Chuckles)

Joy, you can take a stripe!

- Alright, ma'am. Good to see you.
- Ah, bless you!

Come on! Who's down the front with me?
(chuckles)

(both laugh)

You look nice.
This is nice. Lovely. Like that.

Excuse me, darling.

(crowd cheers)

(all chant) Prairie Mice,
Prairie Mice, Prairie Mice!

(crowd cheers)

This set is dedicated
to the most special boss in my life.

Judging by the crowd, she is the most
special boss to most of you as well.

Mrs Vivienne Deering.

Make me proud! Come on!

(crowd cheers)

A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four...

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