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[opening theme playing]

[bell ringing]

[ringing continues]

[breathing heavily]

[gun firing]

[gasps]

- Who the hell is she? - [softly] Shh.

[whispers] It's the girl.

- What girl? - The girl!

Don't you recognise her?

- [dog barking] - Toby!

Toby!

[gasps]

Oi.

Why you standing there? What?

What? I did a good thing.

Slept like a baby. I got her.

- Who is she? - She's the... She's the girl!

She's the fucking girl!

What girl, Richie? Who do you think she is?

Don't shout. Don't shout.

I just want to know what's going on in your head.

Don't. Don't shout at me. I don't understand it.

- Just try, Richie, please. - She's the fucking girl!

The girl... The girl that I shot.

- What do you mean you shot her? - She's up there.

You saw here. She's alive.

She's alive. We're okay.

- She's okay. - [mobile ringing]

Donna.

[pa chattering in the distance]

This was yours.

My fault.

Your life.

My fault.

I know where they are now.

They're in my head.

Trying to fuck it all up.

I'm going to clear them out. Every last one.

Get our lives back.

That's what I do.

That's what I've always done.

Mr Beckett?

Time we had another chat.

Who the fuck are you?

I can't do that.

You have no choice.

The only choice you have is whether you do this

or you fight and I'll destroy you and everything you have.

And if...

If we do this?

You and your family can leave the town.

We'll not harm you.

You are finished here.

But this must be settled first.

Quickly.

Mr Beckett.

Can you identify this?

- It's a spade. - I can see it's a spade.

Easy for you.

Do you recognise it?

I have no memory of it.

This spade was used to bury the head of a mutilated girl.

The same girl your son is suspected of murdering.

Do you know the whereabouts of your son?

Cal Beckett?

Not remotely.

I find that hard to believe.

So do I, sweetheart, but that's the way it is.

We found evidence of fingerprints on the handle.

They're being examined now.

Is John Foreman in there?

Mr Beckett?

You in there, John?

He's not there, Mr Beckett.

There's no one there.

Ah, there has to be someone there.

There has to be.

Come on, let me show you.

[loud banging on door]

[gun cocking]

[loud banging continues]

[Matty] Cal?

Cal!

- Are you on your own? - Yes.

Wait! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Shut the fucking door!

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right.

- How'd you know I was here? - Jase.

Jase, fucking Jase I told him not to tell anyone I was here.

- Anyone! - They want us to hand over the old man.

[Richie talking indistinctly]

[Richie] Absolutely.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get my family back.

Fucking town back.

I know, I've been a bit distracted.

Feeling much better now.

A game of golf?

Good idea.

- Who you talking to? - My friend.

It's a mirror, Richie.

I know it's a fucking mirror. I'm not stupid.

Blood for blood.

Our father for their father.

They'll slaughter him.

They say they'll take him anyway.

If we don't hand him over, they'll just take us with him.

So, what, you're considering this?

I'm just telling you what's on the table.

Jesus Christ. What the fuck is happening to us, Matty?

It was you, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

You got them to dump that girl's body.

- You'd have put me away for 25 years. - Yeah, it never would have come to that.

- You'd have put me down. - Foreman would have sorted it.

You'd have been locked up for a couple of days.

I was gonna handle it.

- A compromise. - Yeah, without me.

Yeah.

Yeah, without you.

Without you and your fuck-ups.

You've got no idea, have you?

You've no fucking idea.

[Matty sniffs]

Matty,

what are we going to do without him?

I don't know.

What is this shit?

What is this shit?

I said wooden fucking frames.

Not plastic!

Wooden fucking frames!

[grunts]

Hello?

Anybody here?

[girl sobbing]

[indistinct talking in distance]

[creaking]

You followed me.

I thought you were going to the gallery.

[muffled] Are you okay?

What?

[muffled] Your wife go to the gallery.

Ah, don't fuck me about, Jo. Not now.

Just go.

Go to the gallery, that's you.

This is me.

That's the way we are.

I know where I am.

Okay, I will go.

I'll see you later.

I just have to get this sorted out.

Look after her, Wes.

[Wes] What's going on?

[Zana] He is ill. I understand.

- We must do what is in his head. - [Wes] In his head?

[Zana] He doesn't know what is happening.

I have seen this before.

You must stay close. Like his wife said.

Just stay close.

[Man] Who the fuck are you then?

I don't know.

Dad?

What do you mean, you don't know?

- What were you saying? - I wasn't. You were.

Yeah.

- Where's Wes? You see him? - He's downstairs.

- Where's the girl? - What girl?

Dad, for fuck's sake, we haven't got time for this.

I thought you were thinking straight.

I am thinking straight. I'm fine.

[sighs]

So, what were you saying?

Oh, just tell me. Tell me!

[stammers] Cal. The police.

The gallery. You want me to round up Donny and Jason.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We have to move.

We have to move.

No, no, no. Don't give me that look.

Don't, don't give me that look. This is real, okay?

We've got no choice now.

Dad, there's only one way we can come out of this.

- Yeah, we fight. - No.

We leave. Now.

Are you taking the piss?

The whole family. We get out while we can.

Abroad, maybe.

You still my son? Hmm?

This still my town?

What the fuck are you telling me?

Dad, you can't fight it any more.

Look at you.

You got to face it.

How can you maintain the integrity of a period building

with plastic window frames?

Who would do that?

You, Dad.

Did I?

You okayed it with the architect three weeks ago.

So, what else?

Come on there's something you are not telling me. What else?

Dad, there's nothing.

Okay.

Make the calls.

Phone Donny and Jason.

'Cause I'm not for fucking quitting.

[Richie] They're at the house.

It looks very different though.

You'd hardly recognise it.

It's falling apart, though.

Tangles.

All over.

Milton's House?

Choking it inside the walls.

Why are you back here anyway?

I want you to let her go.

Release Jo?

You make it sound like I held her captive or something?

But after all these years all she wanted to do was bolt.

Is that what you think?

I don't know, Richie.

Is that what you think?

I think...

- [gun cocking] - ...you are a sly piece of shit.

And I should have put a bullet in your stomach a long time ago.

We both know you're not going to do that.

I survive.

Who you are is gradually falling away, isn't it?

You don't know what's here, what's there, who's past, who's present.

Soon you won't recognise anyone, past or present.

You will forget when to eat, when to sleep, when to shit.

Then you'll forget to eat entirely. And then you'll forget to breath.

And finally, your heart will forget to beat.

Is that what this is?

You calling time on me.

You could let her go.

You could do that.

- I can come through this. - No one comes through this.

It's over.

[mobile ringing]

What is that?

What the fuck is that?

I don't understand.

It's your phone, Richie.

Your son.

Matty.

The address is on there.

All right, Rich.

Wes! Wes! Pull up here. Pull up here.

- [Wes] Rich? - Here!

[woman on TV] ...a mutilated body found on Brighton's eastern promenade

a few days previously.

They've asked anyone who's seen someone acting suspiciously

in either area over the past week to come forward.

Police say they believe the discovery of the body parts is connected

with a mutilated body found on Brighton's eastern promenade a few days previously.

[echoing] They've asked anyone who's seen someone acting suspiciously

in either area over the past week to come forward.

Police say they are investigating several lines of enquiry,

and they're asking anyone with any information to come forward.

Police say they believe the discovery...

Come, we must go.

[police siren blaring]

It's all right, Rich. I'm onto it.

[engine revving]

Watch the girl, Wes.

Shit... Rich?

[sirens receding]

[indistinct shouting in distance]

[children screaming]

[woman on TV] A Brighton dog walker has made a gruesome discovery

after finding body parts in a shallow grave in Great Wood.

- [mobile ringing] - Come on, Dad.

[woman] ...and the remains were found next to a...

[Richie's mobile ringing]

[woman] They have asked anyone who has seen anyone acting suspiciously

in either area over the last week to come forward.

Yeah, I know, I saw.

- On his way, is he? - Yeah. Yeah.

Right, listen guys, it's sweet.

The old man, he is back on it.

Now we take out these fucking Kosovo's for real

and the Feds, they'll just... They'll just take care of themselves.

He's ill, isn't he?

- He's good. He's... - I'm not asking you, I'm asking Matty.

- Don't fucking talk... - Shut up!

[yelling] Just shut your fucking mouth while people talk, will you?

- Yeah. He's ill. - [Donny scoffs]

Fucking...

Yesterday was a total fuck-up.

His mind's gone.

Dementia.

[scoffs]

I'm sorry, mate...

How bad?

So what?

So what?

I mean

what difference does that make to us taking out these fucking wankers?

It makes a big difference.

Why?

We spoke to Marin.

Look, I'm sorry, boys.

I understand what you're doing. Standing by him.

But...

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[honking]

[police sirens blaring]

[music playing]

[girl sobbing]

[Jo] Richie?

[Man] You can't go up there.

What's happening? Hmm?

I don't understand.

I don't understand any of this.

[choir singing]

Jo? Jo was behind me.

Where's?

Where's the girl?

Let's get you back up the road, shall we?

[singing continues]

[man] You just wait there. I'll be two seconds.

Jackie!

I think we may have found one of yours here.

Hello, how are you?

Hello!

[woman] Hello, I'm back again.

Are you going to dance with me in a minute?

Hello, Jack!

Martha...

[all talking indistinctly]

Hello?

Found your friends again? Good for you.

Fucking hell!

They traced a spade.

His fingerprints were on it.

He left a spade!

It's on him now.

- They're holding Wes and the girl. - Oh, for fuck's...

- Where is he then? - He jumped the car apparently.

I assumed he'd be with you.

He's not answering his phone. He could be anywhere.

Oh!

Wait.

I fixed it.

Yeah, I've got him. Yeah.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, it's me. Matty.

- Fuck off. - Dad?

Fuck off. I'm thinking.

Dad, look at me.

You want money?

Here, go buy yourself a fucking sandwich.

Dad?

Matty?

[chuckles] Hi, Dad.

I haven't seen you in a long time.

I've missed you.

- Yeah? - I love you, son.

[chuckles]

I'm proud of you.

I'm so proud of you.

I did all this for you.

All this for you

- and your brother. - Cal?

Cal. Cal. Stupid fucking name.

Your mother gave him that name.

[chuckles]

You're the one son.

You were always the one.

Dad, let's go home, all right.

Come on. Let's get you going.

Ooh.

Oh, something stinks to buggery around here eh?

Uh, yeah. It's probably like seaweed or something.

Come on. It's...

It's all right.

You've just had, like, an accident.

- It's all right. - [sobbing]

Dad, dad, dad, dad...

It's fine, hey.

Hey.

It's okay.

I promise. I promise. It's okay.

It's all right.

You spoken to Janey?

Have you?

They're all fine.

Where is he?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay. We're all here.

We're going to look after you.

The girl's back.

I saw her.

Why is she always in my head?

'Cause it's a lie, Richie.

It's a fucking lie.

You were there.

I was there? Where?

- Where was I? - You saw me, you saw me shoot her.

- No. - I know the fucking truth.

You don't know the fucking truth. I'll tell you the fucking truth.

You followed Milton and his girl up the stairs. Right?

You waited. You thought she'd gone.

You gave him the overdose.

But she was still there.

- I shot her. - No.

I bought everything with that young girl's life.

That's what this is.

You didn't shoot her, all right? I shot her!

She saw everything. She was going to run.

I shot her.

You couldn't do it.

[gun firing]

[Richie] I know what you're trying to do.

It's not going to work.

Pretending to make me feel better.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[knocking on door]

I saw Seb.

He left?

No. I saw him.

I haven't seen him in ages.

Are you fucking him?

Richie, please.

- Well, are you? - Dad...

You be quiet, when I am talking to your mother.

You're a child, you don't understand these things.

Well, are you fucking him?

Of course I'm not fucking him.

She did, you know.

- She did fucked him before she knew me. - Dad, leave it out.

And just eat your fish and chips please.

Please.

No! You eat my fucking fish and chips!

Did you suck his cock? Uh?

Sucking the smack head's snob cock?

- Is that what you were doing? - Just shut up, Richie!

- No, you shut up... - Hey, hey, enough!

Dad!

Dad! Dad, calm the fuck down...

- Calm down... - It's all right, Dad.

It's all right. It's all right.

Calm down. It's all right.

Calm down, please.

Dad! Dad! It's all right.

- Please - It's all right.

[breathing heavily]

It's all right.

Who the fuck am I?

It's all right.

[Richie sobbing] Who the fuck am I?

[softly] It's all right.

I can't...

I can't go on like this.

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Help me.

Help me.

Please help me.

It's okay.

[Richie] Don't go.

Please.

Where did they go?

The last few years.

What happened?

People drift.

We drifted.

How have you been?

Not bad.

You?

Eh, up and down.

You should go.

You should take the boys and go.

No, listen.

I'm not going anywhere.

I chose this, Richie.

You have to know that.

I chose you.

Yeah.

We did it together.

[Kosovo gang member shouting]

[guns firing]

[people talking indistinctly]

[Cal] I can't handle this. I can't fucking handle it.

Why don't we just get out?

[Matty] Because they'll find us.

Jesus, Matty. They'll slaughter us. They'll cut us to fucking pieces.

Yeah, I know what they'll do.

[Cal] Look.

Dad, yeah, Dad,

he might never even know.

[Matty] We're not handing him over.

[Cal] I've got kids.

I've got a family. I got a fucking life.

[Matty] Hey!

[whispers] It's not the deal.

- Dad? - [Richie] They're attacking.

The Kosovo's have taken our house.

Our home.

[mobile ringing]

This is Richie Beckett.

- [glass shattering] - Mr Beckett.

We are here for you.

[Richie on phone] You leave my house.

You leave my family.

- I'll come. - Dad...

[man on phone] Blood for blood.

That's the deal.

Now, you talk to my son.

I forget things.

- Dad... - Shh.

I don't want you to wake your mum.

Dad, do you understand?

[whispers] Do you know what this means?

I may be ill but I'm not stupid.

I know what's happening.

Now do it. While I'm still thinking.

Dad! [sniffles]

[whispers] It's okay.

The boys are looking after me.

Let's go.

Dad, your gun, you got to take your gun.

- No gun. - You gotta take your gun.

They'll cut your fucking head off.

Dad, you can't do this.

Dad, what am I going to do without you?

Grow up.

Richie?

What's happening?

Where's Richie?

Mum, please. Please. No, no, no, no.

No, not like this!

Why am I here?

Dad.

Hmm?

Dad.

Dad, you...

Dad.

Dad, this is what you wanted.

- Is it? - Yeah.

Yeah. You...

You've got to walk.

Walk on the beach.

All right?

- I forget things. - I know.

I know.

Where?

Where's your...

Look, I'll tell you what, you, um...

You walk

and if you forget I'll send you a message.

- [mobile chiming] - Dad?

See?

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Dad.

[sniffles]

I love you.

[chuckles]

[mobile chiming]

[mobile chiming]

[gun firing]

[gun with silencer firing]

It was you.

It was always you.

[both crying]

[police sirens blaring]

Mum give me... Give me the gun.