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Anyway, there's this fourth-year
kid and he's won a football,

a box of chocolates and a bottle
of wine, and I'm like, "Bloody hell,

"I'm going to get this lad
to do me lottery numbers."

And then he comes up again,
another winning ticket,

and this time it's a 20-year-old scotch.

So, I'm like, "Right,
okay, something's up."

So I go, "All right,
lad, empty your pockets."

And he's only gone and got
a matching book of tickets.

He got it online, the
enterprising little sod.

No, no, but that's not the worst bit.

I'm stood there wondering
what to do, right,

and then he says, "I'm
going to cut you a deal,

"You keep your mouth shut for the
box of chocs." What did you do?

The cheeky little bastard. I said,
"You can't buy me off with a box

"of pralines, give me the scotch!"

- I've got to go.
- No. You're not

leaving me with all the surgeons.

Come on. They're loving the big builder.

Just tell 'em they can
have a go driving the van.

- I'm sure I won't be long.
- What does he want this time?

I'm so sorry, everyone,
something's come up.

But this has been so lovely,
we'll do it again soon.

Julia, you sign me up for the fete,

but probably not the tombola this time.

I am leaving my better half
with you, so please be gentle.

Bye, everyone. ALL: Bye!

_

What is it?

Yeah, I know the one. How long ago?

And there's no-one else who c...

I hope he knows what he's asking.

- You all right?
- Fine. All done.

You still there? I reckon
I can make last orders.

No, I'm home. Took a taxi.

I knew you'd bail, you big loser.

Don't wait up! I love ya.

Why don't you try catching some
real criminals for a change?

Ma'am, I'm so sorry.

That's why I recognised your car.

Nah, you're all right.
What's going on, was I weaving?

We're pulling over everything,

a body's just been found at an
old boozer up the road in Bramley.

Shot, looks like.

Drug paraphernalia?

One for us, then.

Well, Phil Cowper's on tonight,

so just poke him with
a stick if you have to.

Now...

do you want to breathalyse me?

No.

Night, DI Slack.

You still up? It's half past midnight.

No, I'm asleep in bed,
this is astral projection.

Dad said you got called away.
Left him with all the drunk mums.

Yeah. Just work shite.

Oh, your dad were dead awkward,
though, you should've seen it.

You know when his head goes all red?

Oh...

You still feeling peaky, I take it?

Yeah. Slept too long earlier.

You do feel warm.

Keep popping the paracetamol.

You got enough water?

Who's this fella, then?

Don't know yet.

Can't get his claw quite right, though.

You'll crack it.

Crack it! You having that?
Come on, cos it's a crab.

Come on, laughter's the best medicine.

Oh, I think I just felt this
virus turn into terminal cancer.

Oh, well.

Don't stay up too late.

- You all good?
- Yeah.

How long did you stay
with your fan club?

About an hour.

I let them hold my big drill.

- What did he need you for?
- Just a bit of paperwork.

We should get some sleep.

We're out again tomorrow night.

Two nights on the
spin at our age get us.

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Who do you think he's texting?

Oh, God knows.

Who cares? He's happy.
That's all that matters.

Oh, you are bordering
on gamey, my friend.

We've got to go in half an hour.

Oh, God. Okay, here it comes.

He's still got a temperature.

Maybe it's best I skip
tonight. Keep an eye on him.

It's a virus, Ceri. I know
you don't want to come,

but don't try and weasel
out of it by using our son.

He's gone to a lot of
effort, he's expecting us.

Don't you want to see the house?

I've seen it.

Couple of years ago. It's changed a lot.

Well, I didn't like it then either.

After everything he's done for
us, you can't do one evening?

- And what about everything you've done for him?
- Keep your voice down.

What was last night all about?

Paperwork? Bollocks.

Oh, now you want to know
details? You never did before!

Well, he never used to
call you out at night, Lou.

Something's changed over the
last year. You've been doing more.

I just wish things were
different, that's all.

Oh, different? Different how?

Do you wish we'd gone bankrupt?

Do you wish we were still in
that basement flat in Chapeltown,

with neighbours chucking
pit bull shit over the fence?

Do you wish Owen was still in the
old school, with those bastards

gobbing down the back of his neck
every morning? Calling him a faggot.

Assuming that you don't, my
advice to you would be to show

a little bit of appreciation

and then you can go right back
to sticking your head in the sand.

Okay, fine. Don't come.

- Don't go.
- I have to, and I want to.

Don't wait up.

- Right, Sick-note. I'm off.
- Argh.

It's off for a reason.

Won't be long now, Mother. We
should reconcile before my passing.

Yeah, yeah, your dad's bottled it.

He can't go out more than
twice in a week it seems.

So, take another two ibuprofen.

It's just a dinner party
thing so I won't be back late.

Say "hi" to the other
middle-aged swingers for me.

Oh, we don't talk. We just...

Urgh, you're disgusting.

Night, sweetheart.

Evening, Bulge.

- Just you?
- Just me.

How you doing, Slack?
You all right, darling?

Ah, Noel! They're finally
letting you drive the Range?

- Did you learn your left from your right?
- Ha!

Why are you always so mean to me?

You hear that, Bulge?
That's bullying, is that.

- Noel'll hold on to your phone for the evening.
- I know.

Oh, yes.

I Like what you've done there.

Ah, don't, ah...

They got chipped up, didn't they?

Anybody asks, you met
a friend in the pub.

They'll do a bill. You paid cash.

Landlady'll say anything
we want her to say.

Can she say I were really nice,
dead funny and left a big tip?

You're an absolute joker, you.

- Lou!
- Oh, lovely to see you, Alma.

Lovely to see you, too.

- Oh, you look beautiful.
- Ah, thank you, so do you.

Ceri sends his apologies,
but Owen's not very well,

- so he's going to stay with him.
- Is he all right?

Oh, yeah, just a bug,
it's fine. Oh, good.

- All right, Lou!
- Bloody hell,

Donal, when did you become your dad?

Trying me best not to!

Go and find him, will you?
Everybody's here.

- Mm-hm.
- Mm-hm.

I had to send him back up.

The first shirt he came down
in was absolutely horrendous.

- So, how are you, Lou?
- Fair to middling, Curtis. You?

Life is good.

This is Elise.

Nice to put a face to the name. Finally.

Oh, usually only see this
face when you've been bad.

Christ! Would you look at this rabble?

Lord Roy. Darling. Good to see ya.

Elise, nice to see ya.

- Bulge.
- Boss.

Jesus, Juliet, you're still with us!

- Did the last stroke not finish you off?
- Not quite!

- No?
- Not that this one would've mentioned it.

Would he? He wouldn't.

Come here you.

Where's the big man?

Couldn't make it cos Owen's poorly.

Oh, he's a good dad.

He is.

Thank you.

Open it alone. Happy birthday.

Very thoughtful of you.

Maybe pop it in the
wee safe for now, Bulge.

Right, well, now you've all finally
decided to turn up, let's eat!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Col ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

- Is that our building?
- Mm-hm.

Our first building.

Out of many.

Ohhhh!

- Speech!
- Speech! Yeah, speech!

- Yeah, go on.
- You're not getting away with it, Dad.

- I haven't bored you all enough already?
- No, keep going.

- Come on.
- We love it.

Okay, um...

I'll be brief for once.

Err, I'm a lucky man.

Made it to yet another birthday
in a challenging line of work.

Despite some people's best efforts!

It's hard to get close to
people in this business,

but you lot are the
people that I rely on.

People that I love.

People that I trust.

Couldn't ask for more than that.

Well, maybe that's not true.

Alma...

Thank you for throwing it all
away on me, all those years ago.

You remain my world.

Donal, my boy.

We've had our ups and downs,
you know, more downs than ups,

if we're honest, but I
love you, no matter what.

Bulgey, what would I do without you, eh?

Lord Roy, the king of the decimal point.

And, err, finally,

our wee guest of honour.

The reason why we're pouring
our own drinks tonight.

I wouldn't be here without you.

So, here's to me, obviously,

but here's to you too, Lou.

- To Lou.
- To Lou!

- To Lou.
- Right. Cake.

Alma would castrate me and strangle me

and then bury me in
un-consecrated ground if she knew.

- Ceri would just look disappointed.
- Oooh.

- Which is worse.
- So much worse.

Place looks nice.

- Did you paint?
- I don't fucking know. Probably.

Listen, about yesterday...

Don't ask me to do something
like that again, Col.

- It were too close.
- No, I know. I know.

And I'm sorry.

There just wasn't anyone else.

Anyone I could trust, you know?

If I'd sent one of my young lads
to that crime scene, fuck me,

they're leaving half a
pound of chromosomes behind.

If not their fucking birth certificate.

What the hell happened?

Endri's crew thought they'd
cook gear on my patch.

I thought otherwise.

Sent a couple of the lads
down to press the point,

things got out of hand.

But, look, it's on me.

The shooter's a wee Barry Big Bollocks.

Should never have used him for this.

Do I know him?

No. no.

He's gone on a nice long
holiday as of this morning.

Tour of southern Europe.

He was still alive.

- What?
- The lad.

He was still breathing. Just.

But he was dead when they found him, no?

Which was, what, five minutes
after you were there? Ten?

So, then, past saving.

You've been pushing
hard the last few months.

Just fixing the barn roof
while the sun's shining.

Nothing more than that?

Not that I'm aware of.

And look...

I meant what I said in there.

I would not be where
I am today without you. Okay?

Same here.

And you know that, you old git.

Old...

Best head back in separately, eh?

Or they'll think we're shagging.

Nice to see ya'.

- Look after yourself.
- You, too.

Come on, Curtis.

And get your teeth sorted, you
knobhead, or they'll go bad.

- I will, I will. I promise!
- Bye, love.

Catch you later.

Lou, it's Owen, just go
straight to the hospital.

OUTGOING RINGING TONE

Pick up! Pick up, pick up,
pick up, pick up. Pick up!

It's Ceri, leave a message.

Urgh! Fucking hell.

- How is he?
- I don't know.

- The doctor's on his way now.
- What happened?

I went in to check on him about nine,
but he was asleep, so I left him.

I went back in at midnight
and he had this rash. All over.

I couldn't wake him up.

You didn't check on him for three hours?

- What?
- He could've been like that the whole time.

- Well, where were you?
- You didn't check on him for three hours?

- Where were you?
- Mr and Mrs Davies? I'm Dr Bhaskari,

I'm the A&E consultant on call tonight.

I'm afraid Owen is quite unwell.

He has bacterial meningitis.

Right now we're doing everything
we can to get the cranial

pressure down and help his
body fight the infection.

We really need him to show
something in the next few hours,

but this will be a very long night.

I should get back to Owen.

Don't go anywhere.

They think he's going to die.

Please don't die. Please don't die.

Please don't die. Please
don't die. Please don't...

I'll be better.

Okay. Right...

So, we've still got a long way to go,

but Owen finally began to respond
to treatment about an hour ago.

Against some stiff odds,
his condition has stabilised.

- Back soon to tell you more.
- Thank you.

Owen?

Hiya, Owen, love.

It's me and Dad.

Wh-wh-wh...

Hey, it's Okay. You're in hospital, son.

It's Okay.

You've been a bit poorly,

but you're Okay.

You're going to be all right.

Look at me. You're going
to be all right, I promise.

He could be deaf.

He could be brain damaged.

Can you stop reading that shit?

You're going to have to tell your mum.

I will. Okay, I will.

I should get some air.

See you in a bit.

Is he all right?

He almost died.

Hey, I know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Anything that he needs, okay?

Anything at all. You call me.

- Call me. Yeah?
- Okay. Thank you.

You should get back in you're exposed.

- All right, tell Ceri I...
- I will.

The swelling in Owen's
brain has subsided,

but there is some damage.

A bit like he's suffered
a number of small strokes.

So, there will be some
after-effects going forward.

Like what? What are you expecting?

We see things like hearing loss,

memory loss, other cognitive issues.

Problems with movement
and co-ordination.

He will have headaches
and fatigue, for sure.

And there is the psychological impact.

Jesus Christ...

But do kids die of this, at his age?

Have you seen that?

Certainly.

I have lost young patients
to a MEN B infection.

Others have lost limbs through sepsis.

Owen might have been very lucky.

We'll know in the next few weeks.

Don't look at your feet.

_

Chin up and shoulders down.

I know!

I can walk.

It just kills.

I want to try again.

I won't freak.

Go on, then.

The instinct will be to grip
it tight but try to stay loose.

Mum. Stop helicoptering.

Sorry.

You've been here all day, every day.

I'm just saying.

Fuck's sake! What it is now?

He wouldn't have been able
to open these, would he?

Not with his hands like they are.

I'm sorry.

Do you remember how you used to...

- You sure?
- Mm-hm.

I think I'm going to go back to work.

Are you sure you're ready?

No. But Owen is.

Back to both jobs, you mean?

They go together, Cer.

Morning, Ma'am.

Hiya, Slack, are you all right?

That's right, she's back.

Ehhh, look busy!

No, but thank you all for
your cards and messages,

it was much appreciated.

Now, is it safe to assume the
great city of Leeds has become

a teeming crime-infested
cesspit in my absence?

We need to all get back to
work, so, go on, piss off.

Hey. You good?

Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's good to be back.

How is he?

Oh, he's okay, ta.

He gets pain and mobility problems,

and he's tired but he's all
there so... we were lucky.

Good.

We need you back.

We stopped Wilco
Wilson's cousin last week,

usual haul in his
boot plus 26,000 pills.

Oh, he's diversifying then.

And Phil's making
headway with Thomas Ajazi,

but it could do with your
eyes on it. The murder.

Albanian lad? Shot in
the old pub in Bramley?

Happened just before Owen
got ill, yeah. I'll muck in.

Subtly. Don't emasculate him
too much. I know it's tempting.

Oh, and how's about a nice little
post office robbery in Gipton

to ease you back into
the swing of things?

Come on, star pupil,
grab your pencil case.

I knew you'd have run out.

You're all right, you, I
don't care what they say.

You're back just in time.

It were getting embarrassing.

You're the only one who makes
any arrests over street level.

Oh, that's nice.

Do you mind checking for
polyps while you're there? Eh?

While your head's up my arse.

Quite nice to be going to
the scene of a violent crime

rather than the hospital.

Look, I know you'll just take
the piss, but I prayed for Owen.

Ta.

Took the best part of 12 grand.

All the foreign currency.

We were stocked up for Easter
break. I reckon he knew about it.

And what did he look like?

He had a balaclava on.
But you could still see his dodgy teeth.

Dodgy, how?

One gold one and the
other one was chipped.

And, erm, what happened here?

Bastard pushed the gun right in there.

And the ambulance people said
just to put some ice on it.

Can you ask your mum
exactly how it happened?

Last time, we promise.

She had her back to the shop but
when she turned around, he was there.

He already had this funny gun out,

and when she tried to say something
he just shoved it in her face.

It looked antique.

Like the Germans have
in them old war films.

I didn't want to give it to
him, but I thought he'd shoot me.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I've just got low, low blood sugar.

Please don't die.

Lou.

Lou, what you doing?

Lou, where are we going?

- Lou!
- Noel Wilkes.

That's who knocked over the post office.

That's his dentistry she described.

He's one of Col McHugh's...

Wait, hang on, shouldn't
firearms be doing this arrest?

Slack! You want to nick him, don't you?

Police!

He won't shoot me, not if
he knows what's good for him.

Thanks for this. Just got her down.

Where's your son, Mrs Wilkes?

Don't know. Not here.

Check if you want.

Sorry about that.

Well, what now?

Crossgates.

There's a barbershop
he hangs out at. Hop in.

_

Actually, change of plan. I've
got to do something, so get out.

You what?

Just making a wee brew for
these old dears. You want?

I'm okay.

I never thought I'd
see you in a Portakabin.

Don't. I fucking hate coming down here,

and sometimes they try and
get me in a bloody hard hat.

Seems you're back at work, then, eh?

Yeah. First day.

It was time.

Great. That's great.

Um, so, Belinda Wilkes runs two
nail parlours for me in town.

Bulgey gets a call from her
saying that you'd been round

trying to pinch our Noel.

I didn't even know you were back
at work but even if you were,

why are you trying to pinch one of ours?

Did you give him that hot gun?

Aye. To get rid of.

Oh, well, he didn't.

He used it to knock over
the post office in Gipton.

He what?

He's got the most recognisable
set of gnashers in Leeds

and he wore a mask with a mouth hole.

Yeah.

I can't make this one go away, Col.

Everyone knows it's Noel,

so the smart move
would be to give him up.

He's an idiot. Come on, you know that.

If you give him over to me,
then we can make it work for us.

And how's that?

Plausible deniability.

Makes sense for you to let me pin
something on you every now and then.

Something we can point
to if OCT get us an audit.

You want to be untouchable. You
don't want to look untouchable.

You're absolutely right.

You know, he's fucked up
royally, hasn't he? He's an eejit.

But here's my problem,
he's a loyal eejit.

Trust me he wouldn't
know about you if he wasn't,

and loyalty is something
that I always return.

But Col, he is going to
get nicked eventually,

and if I handle it, we get a benefit.
But if it's at a stop and search

in Huddersfield in three
months' time, then we don't.

I know.

All of that makes sense
but the answer is "no."

So drop it.

We'll hide him away for a wee bit.

After that, if he gets pinched,
he gets pinched, but not by you.

Hope Owen gets to come home soon.

And remember, anything you need.

Anything at all, day
or night, okay. Promise?

Promise.

- We not going to Crossgates?
- Noel's going to be in a safe house.

You up for an obs?

You went to see an informant.

Yeah, one I have to keep off the books.

We'll need a RIPA.

Don't need a RIPA to
park up and have a coffee.

The gossip on Wilkes is that
he's rising through the ranks.

Guess he's still just a scally at heart.

People don't change.

People change.

Just not in the way they want.

What does that look like to you?

Spare trackies,

mixed doner, and numpty's overnight bag.

Give yourself a chance, Noel.

Lou.

You've found him now, but
we have to bring in firearms.

You know it.

Armed police!

Armed police!

Noel Wilkes! We know you're in there.

Get down on the floor with
your hands behind your head!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

I've got a hostage in here.
You come in I'll start blazin'!

- Everybody all right?
- All good, all good.

The weapon's live.
He's in the back room.

Says he's got a hostage.
We need the negotiations team.

DC Okoye, you do the honours.

Get some more bodies down here for
crowd control. I'll talk to Noel.

I'm B1 accredited on crisis mediation.

Plus, he knows me.

Follow me, then.

Stay low.

Noel Wilkes?

It's Detective Inspector Louisa Slack.
We've met a few times.

Well, don't tell me
I'm that forgettable.

What are you doing here?

Can't really talk like this, lad.

You got someone in there with you?

Yeah, an hostage, so don't try anything!

- I'm not a hostage, I'm his fucking cousin!
- What are you doing?

How about this for an idea,
why don't you send her out,

I'll come in, and then
we can chat properly?

Can't let you do that.

Shut up, man!

I'm DI Louisa Slack, the
ranking officer on the scene.

I accept full responsibility
for my operational decision

to exchange myself for the
hostage, to prevent loss of life.

What'd you say, Noel?

You come in here first!

All right, I'm coming in.
I'm wearing a shirt and a vest.

I'm not carrying anything, so it'd
be dead decent if you could refrain

from shooting me.

That's it, love. Hands on your head.

Nice and slow, nice and slow.

You dickhead, Noel!

Hostage coming out.

This way, move.

- What's going on, Slack?!
- You were supposed to get rid of that.

- What are you doing, robbing the post office?
- I needed cash, didn't I?

If you need cash then
you can just ask him.

No! I couldn't.

I was embarrassed. Look, Bulgey's
already had a go at me all right.

It's me dog. She's good as gold, like.

I didn't want 'em shooting at her.

- How are you going to get me out of this shit?
- I'm not.

I'm not your Fairy bloody Godmother.

You wore a ski mask
that showed your mouth!

Fucking hell.

- So, what now, then?!
- Shh-shh-shh.

What now?!

- You go down for it.
- What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No! Sod that. This is
what you get paid for.

You shut up and you listen to me, Noel!

There is no way out, okay?
So, be a good soldier.

No comment, head down, do your time.

Col will look after you and your mum.

Oh...

I've shot at the filth, man!

I'll be an old geezer, time I come out!

You might not even be 30 if
you just keep your nose clean.

I'm sorry, lad, it has
to go down this way.

Oh, God, man.

Is this what the boss wants?

You do right by him,
he'll do right by you.

Oh, man!

He's a good guy, isn't he?

He's the best.

Ah, ah, ah, no, no, no.

No, none of that.

Noel!

You'll have to take me dog.

I'll make sure she's looked after.

No, that means doggy prison.

She'll be in some tiny cell
with some messed up staffies

barking at her all night. You
have to take her. Promise me.

I'm really not into dogs.

Trust me, you'll be into
Kiwi. Everybody loves her.

Kiwi?

Aome here, girl.
Come here. It's all right.

Sorry, I thought she'd be called
Psycho or Beats or something.

- Why Kiwi?
- Cos I love kiwis, don't I?

There's more vitamin C than
an orange. You know that?

No...

All right, fine, I'll
take her. I promise. Okay?

Go on. Go on, Kiwi, in there.

Go on, darling.

It's okay,
it's all right, it's all right.

Why'd you have to mess
up the old lady's face?

She's black and blue.

She was looking at me all
witchy like. It shit me up.

- Did you shoot Thomas Ajazi?
- Who?

That lad in the old pub in Bramley.

No. I don't know who did that.

It was this gun, Noel.

I swear! I was in Manchester
doing a job for the boss.

But Bulge gave me the strap
and told me to chuck it.

Why you asking this anyway?

Kneel down.

Kneel down.

All clear!

Put your hands on your head! Do it now!

Do it now! Both hands on your head.

Right, give me your hand.

- DI Slack? I can take that now.
- Just relax.

Got it. On your feet.

Kiwi!

Kiwi!

Good girl.

That's a dog.

Maybe you should've been a detective.
Oh, it's there.

- Whose is it?
- It's ours.

Okay. Whose was it?

One of Col's lads.

I-I made a promise, so I...

You all right?

Yeah...

I was thinking maybe later
we could get a takeaway

before the hospital. Maybe a Thai?

Yeah, bit formal, but.

Here! Here! What's this?

Hello.

- What's her name?
- Kiwi.

Kiwi?

Is it a midlife crisis?

Is it an episode of undiagnosed mania?

You hate dogs.

- Do you get this, Dad?
- I'm saying nothing.

I've got this horrible
feeling you got her for me.

These are getting much better.

I'll never get back to where I were.

You don't know that.

570, it's an actual crime.

I could knock up a stairgate thing.

You know, like we had
when Owen was little?

The dog can have the run of
downstairs. Won't take long.

Yeah.

What the fuck's he doing here?

Go home, Cer. I'll deal with this.

Deal with what?

Tell me what's going on. Now.

It's nothing. It's
just routine. It's fine.

I know that's not true. What is it?

I just...

- I...
- Just what?

- I don't know, Cer. Something's changed...
- What's changed?

I don't know.

I've got to go. I'll see you at home.

- What's changed?
- Feed Kiwi.

You don't have to go with him!

On you go.

Stop there.

- You okay?
- Good.

- All right?
- Mm-hm.

Sorry, I've got shit
on you. Come have a sit.

- You ever been to this place?
- No.

It's the best kept secret in Leeds.

Asked them to bring a bit
of all their best stuff.

And I've got a nice Rioja
decanted for you, too.

- Unless you've already eaten?
- No. I'm famished.

Good.

Thank you.

How's Ceri?

Yeah, he's good. He's got a lot on.

Listen, erm, about Owen.

I know the NHS do their
best, of course they do.

But this place, world beater.

Money's no object, okay?

Just want to do something
for him, Lou for Owen.

I know I haven't seen him
since he was a wee dot, but...

You know.

Thank you.

You don't have to thank me.
We're partners, aren't we?

You could've got
anyone to deliver those.

What's on your mind?

Your mind is on my mind.

Noel?

Mm-hm.

Okay. OCT got an anonymous tip.

It didn't come through
me, so I couldn't kill it.

Best I could do was to get ahead of it,

and make sure that Noel
didn't get himself shot,

and then I reminded him
that you'd be there for him.

Who the fuck do you think I am?

It's just that you come to me
wanting to take him and I say "no."

And then the very same night, I
find out that you've nicked him,

at a safehouse that only you
and five other people know about.

Six others.

He had his cousin with him.

She brought supplies, they
got stoned, she slept over.

So, obviously, he told her the address,

and she told... well, who knows?

So, the mouth hole wasn't even the
stupidest thing he's done this week.

Fucking eejit.

Well, it looks like you've
turned it into a benefit for us

which is good.

But, um, this can never
happen again, Lou, okay?

Ever.

You promise me that?

No.

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