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[gun cocks]

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the man who's going to make it all happen

Chief sponsor, Mr Richie Beckett.

[crowd cheering and clapping]

Thank you, Richie.

[camera shutter clicking]

[everyone laughing and cheering]

Bit early in the day for me, Brian.

Oh, definitely a champagne moment, Richie.

It will be great to see the old girl restored to her former glory.

[man] Just a second, gents.

Yes. It's good to give something back. Eh?

- Give my goodbyes to everyone. - Thanks, Richie. Will do!

Bye-bye.

- Woah. - Sorry, mate.

[Richie] I need to get out of this.

[phone ringing]

[Cal] Oh, shit.

Matty.

- Where are you? - Two minutes.

- [woman speaks indistinctly] - This is your fucking call, mate.

Look, I said I'm on my way.

[snorts]

[groans]

Get up.

- What should I do? - How should I know?

- I not go back to them. - You belong to them, sweetheart.

Now move!

Hey, Wes! Wes!

You got one of these?

Not on what you pay me, Rich.

Listen to this!

[rock music playing on phone]

[man groaning]

Shit! Richie!

Get in the car!

[car horns honking]

Sorry, mate. Yeah.

Alright.

Fuck you! Go fuck yourself.

[Wes] Rich?

What?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

[sighs]

Hey, what's happening?

I'm so sorry I'm late. Fucking traffic!

I'm just going to take a shower and then go to the hotel. Okay?

[door closes]

Thanks, Ryan. Do drop the others off at the gallery.

- And tell Donna I'll be down after lunch. - [Ryan] Okay, will do!

[Jo] Thank you.

Confusion 1 and 2.

No kidding.

Eddie Timms.

He's hot.

Exhibited in Berlin last summer.

I want to see if we can live with them.

Yeah?

I can tell you right now if you want.

I thought you were launching your pier.

I was. Champagne.

What a waste.

Uh.

What have you done to your hand?

I thought you were at the gallery today?

Oh, I said I'd take Janey and the kids to the lido.

Would granddad like a nice swim?

Oh, have a shower then.

You stink.

So, what's this? Father's Day come round again, has it?

So a bunch of Kosovo's start pushing you around,

and you come running to daddy to sort it out for you?

Look. No one's pushing us around.

This is business, it's very good business.

- And they're actually Albanians. - [Richie] Yeah, I know who they are.

They live in caravans, they pick cabbages.

When you cross them they throw rhubarb at you?

The farm workers are just a cover,

we get in now and we can work with them.

- Can we? - [Cal] It'd be an expansion for us.

Like a merger.

Why the fuck would I want a merger with anyone?

Because it's like, expand or die, isn't it?

Is it?

You're awful quiet.

Well, I think the essence of it is--

Oh, fuck the essence. Look, here's how it is, right.

They're bringing in girls big time.

They've got established supply lines, all across Europe.

And the girls are bringing in dope.

And this, this is a prime location.

The docks. The fishing boats.

- The container boats-- - Yeah, yeah, I know the geography.

So we take a share of all that.

- For what? - [Matty] Our legitimacy.

Our police contacts. Our property.

Our standing.

We pool resources, we split the profits.

And what have you got riding on this?

Nothing.

[soft chuckle]

Just business.

All I want is peace.

I haven't lifted a finger to anyone in this town for 15 years

and I have no intention of starting now.

So next time you see them, these new friends of yours,

you tell them from me...

...they can take their slave girls and kiddie porn

and whatever else comes crawling out of their cabbage water

and they find another town.

- Dad. You can't do that. - Another town.

You don't get it any more, do you?

You just don't get it.

[Richie] What don't I get?

What's the fucking point?

He been bigging himself up again? Hmm?

Making promises he can't keep?

People may have been led to believe

we're slightly further down the road to negotiation than is perhaps the case.

I take it that's a yes.

And these people...

...are they serious?

Yeah!

Yeah, they're serious.

What are we going to do?

- Dad? - What?

I said, what are we going to do?

I've just said, haven't I?

Where we going?

Just drive.

[indistinct shouting]

The boys still got Donny running security, aren't they?

[people chattering and laughing]

Alright, Donny.

Alright, Rich?

Haven't seen you out for a while.

Shock inspection.

- How's business? - Yeah, it's not bad.

- Yeah? - It's alright.

- Everything in order? - Absolutely. No worries.

Good. That's good to know.

Friends of yours?

Not friends.

Seen them around.

Bit of business.

Buying or selling?

You know how it is, Rich.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm starting to see exactly how it is, Donny.

Uh, Layla was asking after you the other day.

Long time, she said. Long time.

[shouting and laughing]

[man] Mr Beckett?

Whisky.

The bottle.

[clears throat]

[groans]

[rock music playing]

[indistinct chattering]

Fuck your mother

We keep our promises.

[Cal] Everything will get sorted, Marin.

There's no worries, mate.

You said this a week ago and all we have is talk.

It's time to move.

Everything's sweet.

Just trust me.

Come here. Come here.

Relax. Relax.

- What's your name? - Zana.

[both breathing heavily]

- I go toilet? - Huh?

- Toilet? - Yeah, it's through the bedroom. Ensuite.

And run a shower while you're at it.

[Zana gasps]

What?

Oi!

Oi. What's going on?

Oi!

[Zana screams]

[crying]

Oh, Jesus. Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!

♪ All your love for me is gone ♪

♪ Let me down easy ♪

♪ Since you feel to stay is wrong ♪

♪ I know it's all over ♪

♪ But the last goodbye ♪

Heh, look at you.

[woman speaking indistinctly]

♪ Let me down easy ♪

[mobile rings]

Cal.

Marin. You tell him we spoke to the old man?

[breathing heavily]

They're, uh...

- They're gonna kill us. - Not yet.

This is just so we know they mean it.

They mean it? Of course they mean it. We know that.

Yeah, we know that.

No. Don't call the old man, for fuck's sake.

[mobile ringing]

Hey, Matty. Beautiful boy.

Okay.

You don't touch anything. You text me the address.

Right, keep her there.

Text me the address.

Fucking hell!

On the bus, Wes.

How is he?

He's not good.

I'm sorry, Dad.

[Matty] Through there.

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck have you got me into?

[Cal] I, erm...

I just said that we'd talk to you.

I never promised them anything.

I didn't.

They're... They're just evil.

Just evil bastards.

Yeah, well...

...so am I.

Do you have any bin liners in this fucking shit hole?

Kitchen.

Why would they, erm...

Why would they take her body and just leave that?

[Richie] Because, you dim witted little fuck...

...you're all over that body.

The body is their insurance.

You go home after this.

You go home to your wife and your kids.

What about her?

We take her.

- [Matty] Then what? - We just take her.

[Matty] Shame Mum's not here. We could have had a picnic.

Never mind your mum, what do I tell the Rotary Club?

What you do to your hand?

- Knocked it when I was running. - Yeah?

It's not what Wes said.

- What did Wes say? - He said you lost it with some kid.

And how did I do that, according to Wes?

He didn't say. How did you do it?

Who knows?

[Matty] You been drinking again?

I smelt it on you when you got to the flat.

I had my first drink in three years. Tonight.

Just as well. Wouldn't you say?

[Cal] It's on.

[gasps]

[Matty] Dad.

Yeah, left here.

[indicator beeping]

[Richie] I know this place.

[car door closes]

Get her inside.

[Richie] Hey. Hey. She stays with me.

Get your fucking hands off her.

So, are we going to do this out here or what?

Search them.

Do you want to dance?

Just lift up your arms.

You get all the movies in cabbage land, then, do you?

Yeah. We get all the movies.

Especially the old ones.

Come on.

I said come on!

My father Vajkal. My brother Davit.

No! No! No! She stays.

You speak English?

[Vajkal] Enough.

Nice place.

It is temporary.

Let's hope so.

Now we do business.

Not left us much choice, have you?

[Vajkal] Your boy is weak.

He make promises in your name.

Promises he cannot honour.

[Richie] He's young.

In this country children weak. Soft.

Hmm, unlike yours, who go around chopping young girls' heads off.

You are here. So we win.

No problem.

- So, what's the deal? - You work with us or we destroy you.

More of a merger was what I was told.

We talk. We make deals. Later.

But now you understand.

Yeah, I understand.

But I want that girl's body.

No, my friend. We keep.

You have girl.

How many you want, huh? [chuckles]

[Richie] I've told you, I'll make the deals.

But I want that girl's body.

I want my boys safe.

Our business is over.

Now you go.

My friend, you want cigarette?

No pussy laws here for smoking.

[laughs]

[Matty] Dad.

Dad.

[Vajkal groans]

[men speaking indistinctly]

Get off him! Don't fucking move!

Don't fucking move!

Matty! Get him out.

Get him out. Out!

[Cal breathing heavily]

Fucking stay there.

Up! Up!

Or I'll fucking pop him! I'll fucking pop him!

We're coming out.

- Hey! Hey! Hey! - [guns cocking]

I swear to God, I'll blow his fucking head off.

I'll blow his fucking head off.

Tell them to put the fucking guns down.

Put your fucking guns down. Put them fucking down now.

[Matty] Dad, stay here. Dad!

Put it down, you fuck!

[Marin] Don't shoot.

- [Cal] Stay there! - Cal!

[screams]

Dad, get in! Dad, get in!

I'll blow his fucking head off! Put them down.

[Marin] Don't shoot.

Chuck him in! Chuck him in!

Get in, you fucking cunt.

Get in!

[men speaking indistinctly]

Fast, fast. Get in the car.

[breathing heavily]

Matty, they're following. They're following!

Chuck him. Chuck him out!

[groans]

[Matty] Shut the door! Cal, the door!

The fucking door's shut!

Get up!

Oh, thank fuck!

I thought we were dealing with them? Huh?

I thought that was the whole fucking point!

Dad? Where did you get this from?

Dad, where did you get it from?

- Where's the girl? - Fuck the girl.

Do you know what you've just done?

Do you have any fucking idea?

[police siren blaring]

Oh, that can't be us.

That's not us, is it? Can't be.

They can't have put the Feds on us. Shit.

What shall I do? What do I do?

Pull over.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- [policeman] Alright, sir? - Yeah, good. What's up?

You been busy.

[Richie] There a problem?

- You own this? - Yeah.

Why d'you want to know?

A unicyclist?

It's a man on a bicycle with one wheel.

Yeah, I know what a unicyclist is.

Someone fitting your description assaulted a unicyclist

down on the front yesterday morning.

He identified the car.

Got the registration.

Hurt your hand?

Do you know who I am?

You were on the front yesterday morning?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was presenting a cheque to the pier refurbishment fund.

A large cheque.

Did you encounter a unicyclist?

I don't know.

Yeah, someone brushed by me and...

He claims your car pulled up at traffic lights a few minutes later.

You jumped out. Assaulted him. Drove off.

Mr Beckett?

I have no memory of that.

[man] That's fine, we'll need it Tuesday afternoon at the latest.

Right. See you tomorrow with the others.

[door unlocking]

Dad?

- [door closes] - Dad?

- Dad, what's happening? - Nothing's happening.

So get out there and get that thing out of the boot for Christ's sake.

Oh, shit.

It's sorted.

They've got nothing.

- Your mum in? - Went out last night, I think.

Okay, get down to the gallery and pick her up.

I don't want those cabbage heads moving her on.

Dad, what's going on? With you?

Nothing's going on with me. What you talking about?

The kid.

The kid... The kid... The kid's bollocks.

Starting to stink a bit.

Jesus Christ Almighty. Get if off there. Not in here!

What do you want me to do with it?

Put it in the garage. In the freezer.

Respectfully.

Dad. Got to say earlier, you were quality.

What'd I do?

[laughs]

Huh? Huh? Hey!

What do I tell her?

- Tell who? - Mum. For fuck's sake, Dad!

Just tell her there's been some bother.

Alright, just don't mention the stuff about the freezer.

She's fussy about food.

So, why did you do it?

- Do what? - Smack that guy.

I have never hit a kid!

Not the kid. The old man. The Albanian.

We could have done a deal.

We had a choice.

I did what I had to do, alright!

I will not be fucked with.

Uh, what did you do, Dad?

Huh?

At the farm. What did you do?

I'm going for a shower.

- Go pick your mum up from the gallery. - The farm, Dad?

What did you do with the kid on the front?

Hey, hey, hey.

I don't answer to you.

Alright?

You can't remember, can you?

You're drinking again, aren't you?

It's fucking your head.

Dad!

Dad.

I didn't start this.

This is not my fuck up.

I put it next to the peas. That's okay, ain't it?

What's up?

What d'you think's up?

The old man's back, Matty.

You just better get used to it.

[men speaking indistinctly]

[seagulls cawing]

[woman speaking indistinctly]

- We only just got away. - Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Why didn't he just talk with them? - He could have. Yeah.

But he lost it.

He was drinking again.

- Oh, for God's sake. - He admitted he had a drink last night.

Said it was the first time for three years.

I thought we were through all that.

You haven't noticed anything?

[Jo] I suppose he's been a bit vague lately.

I thought perhaps some unsuitable woman was giving him the run around.

- Have you talked to him? - I tried to. He doesn't talk to me.

- Cal? - Pointless. Mum! It has to be you.

No. No.

And you have to go home. Mum.

- Mum! - [whispers] Listen. I can't.

I've got drinks with Eddie, right.

We're setting up his exhibition.

Eddie's gonna have to wait, Mum.

You need to be safe.

And you have to talk to Dad, alright?

There's too much at stake now.

[car approaching]

So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?

I would have thought Matty would've already done that.

Oh, he told me about Albanian gangs moving in. And Cal.

What about him?

Some girl he got involved with that he shouldn't.

You know Cal, he thinks with his dick.

Well, he's your son.

- And then you lost it. - What d'you mean, I "lost it"?

You lost it with some Albanian.

Okay, if you say so. I lost it.

[Jo sighs]

- You do remember? - Of course I remember.

I think I need a drink.

Do you want one?

I don't drink.

[sighs]

Good for you.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

There's nothing I want to tell you.

[metal clanks]

[door opens]

Can I get in?

What?

Please.

- Are you pissed? - You're my wife.

Get out, Richie.

Are you still fucking the poet-artist-juggler

or have you moved on to someone new?

What's it to you?

I'm jealous.

No, you're not.

You think they're all twats.

I just want a cuddle.

[Jo] Go to bed.

What are you doing?

I'm not in. I'm just on.

This is cosy.

[sighs]

It's ridiculous.

Mmm, you smell nice.

Ugh, you smell disgusting.

You're drinking again, aren't you?

After everything we went through before.

I think there's some confusion about the drinking thing.

Matty said that you hit some kid.

As well as all this.

I don't know.

There's something going on in my head.

What?

I don't know.

Richie?

[mobile rings]

Cal.

Right, I'm there. I'm there.

The fucking hotel. The fucking hotel!

Richie.

Richie, what's going on?

Okay, lock the doors and don't let anyone in. Alright, you stay here.

- Take this. - No. I don't want it.

I can't do this again for fuck's sake.

Richie!

[Richie] The human brain is like a microcosm of a perfect Utopian world.

Everything has a purpose, everything works in perfect harmony.

If something gets damaged, then another part comes in,

learns the job and takes over.

Dementia or Alzheimer's is different.

It destroys that world forever.

It is a malign physical invasion.

It starts by taking out small pockets,

but then it spreads.

It starts to eat away at the whole infrastructure.

At first, it's as though there are little pockets of rottenness

surrounded by normality,

but then normality itself is overrun.

[police siren blaring]

[people speaking indistinctly]

Dad.

Dad. Dad. Dad.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

[men speaking indistinctly]

Dad! Dad! Dad!

[Richie grunting and groaning]

[Richie] In the end it's just rottenness,

but every world is different and every invasion is different,

unique to the specific life of the sufferer.

Who he is. And who he was.