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LOWLES: So, who is he?

COLLINS:
Calls himself Lucas Harrison.

- That name's never cropped up before.
- Could be a newbie.

Yeah, could be.

Or it could be someone in the group
using a fake identity.

Hope Not Hate just put this
on their website right now.

"My sources tell me that the boys
in black are very much in training,

"hitting the crash mats
for what they think

- will be their big moment."
- Where's he getting that from?

It's obvious, innit?
We've got a grass.

Everyone knows here that'd be
signing your own death warrant.

I've decided the time's come
to do something.

I'm going to commit a murder
to begin the race war.

Another MP... Rosie Cooper.

- Why her, though?
- She's my local MP.

When do you plan to do it, mate?

Ready to go now.

PHONE VIBRATES
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COLLINS:
Rosie Cooper... What about her?

Look, you realise
this changes everything, don't you?

I mean, I can't sit on
this information, mate.

Now, what's your real name?

Cos I know
it's not Lucas Harrison.

It's... Robbie.

Robbie Mullen.

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Are you coming back, Dad?

I don't think so, son, no.

But you'll have a lovely time,
won't you?

And I'll see you when you get home.

Be good for your mum, yeah?

ALISON: Yeah.

Come on, let's go to the pool.
Come on.

- Bye, Dad.
- Ta-ra, son.

- See you.
- Ta-ra.

Come here.

Danny, come on.

I'm not sure I want you there
when we get back.

All right, lad. Take that.

Robbie?

I had to leave my wife and kids
on holiday because of you, lad.

She's not happy.

Any news on when it's gonna happen?

Soon.

Think he's gonna do it?

Yeah.

That's why I came to you.

Look, lad, is this
some kind of trick, or something?

- What do you mean?
- Some kind of plan

for you to get inside Hope Not Hate.

You know, get close to me.

There's plenty of people
who wanna do me in.

They all hate you.

Everybody who I've ever spoke to
about you

absolutely hates your guts.

Well, what's going on, eh, Robbie?

You know,
you join up with National Action,

you move up through the ranks...
I mean, what are you now?

What, deputy organiser,
or something?

Why'd you reach out?

Why are you sat here with me today?

HE SIGHS

Fucking... Fuck off!

Let's cut the fucking
caveman bullshit, shall we, eh?

People's lives are at risk here.

I wanna know what's happened
to make you come and sit here

- wanting my help.
- I've told you.

Look, I found out what Renshaw
was gonna do and I got in touch.

No, you got in touch with me BEFORE
you knew what Renshaw was gonna do.

So, why?

I just didn't like
the way it was going, all right?

Are you still the same person that
joined National Action? Yeah or no?

What about the Muslims, eh?
What about the grooming gangs?

What about them?

Well, what's happened
to make you change your mind?

Have you changed your mind
about that?

Not necessarily, no.

Not necessarily, no?

Oh, all right.
Well, what about the Jews?

I never have a problem
with the Jews.

That was Jack's thing, wasn't it?

They've never done anything
to offend me, other than...

holding things back for money.

Holding things back, like what?

Cure for cancer, things like that.

What, is that what they told you?

Yeah.

My dad had cancer.

Look, lad, the gobshites
that told you that,

they also believe
that the Holocaust didn't happen.

I told you, I never went in
on that Jew stuff anyway.

They've never bothered me.

All right, so what does bother you?

It wasn't just the MP.

They were always going on about...

killing or shooting, or...
exterminating people.

OK, and that's not you?

Don't wanna kill people, no.

That's very gracious of you.

You don't wanna kill them,

but you don't mind
shouting at them in the street

and telling them to fuck off
back to their own country?

Not really, no.

Do you wanna kill ME?

There's no need.

Plenty of people in the queue
in front of me.

So, what now?

We've told the police about the MP.

You know,
they'll take steps to protect her

and try and get to Renshaw
before he gets to her.

You know, then the police
will wanna speak to you.

Right, and...

then what? It's all over?

What are you gonna do
about the others?

What about the others?

Chris, Matt, the others.

They've done nothing wrong.

This...This is all Jack,
cos he's a weirdo.

The others, they're my mates.

I'm not a grass.

Look, lad...

Do you know exactly
what you've got yourself into here?

I told you before you came
barging in, he's not here.

Where is he, Mrs Renshaw?
We need to know, right now.

I really can't help you.

When he goes out,
I don't know where he's going

or what time he'll be back.

Listen, I just wanna make it clear,
right,

neither me or his father
agree with Jack's politics.

This is because
Jacko made those speeches?

Mr Renshaw, we need to locate
your son as a matter of urgency,

for his safety
and the safety of others.

You don't live with his mother,

and he obviously
wasn't at her house.

He's skipped bail, Mr Renshaw,
and is currently a wanted man.

Sorry, I...

I don't know where he might be.

Yeah, I gotta go.

I'll come straight to the point.
We need you to hand over your mole.

We want him,
we want all your intelligence

on Renshaw and National Action,
and we want it right now -

we're not fucking about.

All right, can we just
take a minute, all right?

I think you'll find
that he and Hope Not Hate

were trying to prevent a rather
high-profile terrorist outrage.

Having
someone inside National Action -

a group you thought were finished -
seems useful, no?

I'm aware you must be
looking on all of this

as some sort of big PR coup for

- your organisation...
- That's bollocks. You know it!

... but this is a matter
of national security.

- Really?
- Yeah. And it's your duty,

indeed, it's your legal obligation
to assist us in our investigation.

No,
we're not just gonna hand him over.

At least not until
he's got some kind of immunity.

Look, he's only just reached out,

he's in a really
vulnerable position.

He is a member
of a proscribed organisation,

but the only reason for that
is so he can continue to provide us

with information
about the organisation's activity.

If you push him too hard too soon,
we'll lose him.

We need his name.

No, we can't do that,
and you know we can't.

Look, he's trying to help us.
He's trying to help all of us.

We can't just throw him
under a fucking bus!

You're out of your depth.
If you don't give us his name,

I'll arrest you
and shut down your organisation.

- HE SCOFFS
- You're communicating with a person

belonging to
a proscribed organisation.

And you have knowledge of that
same organisation having meetings

and carrying out
terrorist activities.

You're breaking the law.

No, I'll just stop you there.

I'm a member of
the National Union of Journalists,

and I am bound by their code
of practice not to reveal my source.

Do your homework.

2016 amendment to the Terrorism Act.
The journalism defence doesn't apply

when we're trying to prevent
a crime from being committed.

Now, I need that name.

Or I'll be seeking
a warrant for your arrest.

KNOCKING

I skipped bail.

I need a place to stay
for a few nights.

Don't worry -
no-one knows I've come here.

Come in.

Take the back bedroom,

top of the stairs,
along the landing.

Right. Thanks, Kev.

I've just got a feeling

that the police could be
really shitty about this.

I mean, it could well end up
with us both going to prison.

Well, we have to protect him.

You know, if we don't, it goes
against everything we stand for.

He's only just starting to talk,

- we can't just hand him over.
- Yeah.

Well, if we hand him over,

then no-one else'll
ever come across again.

We'll never be trusted.

I get it. No police.

Not until they promise Robbie
immunity from prosecution.

Hi, this is Ally. Please leave
a message and I'll get back to you.

Ally, it's me...

I'm back now.
Please answer your phone.

Look...

I don't like this
any more than you do.

Just...

give us a ring back, would you?
Please.

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Keep your guard up. Good.

Hit him harder!

Keep your guard up, lad.

- Good.
- Anyone heard from owt from Jack?

No, he's gone quiet.

He's not answering his phone
or messages.

He's bottled out.
He ain't gonna do it.

When we want your opinion, Garron,
we'll ask for it.

Anyway, shut up,
no-one's supposed to know.

- Right, see you in a bit.
- See you later.

PHONE LINE RINGS OUT

Hello? Matt?

Have they arrested him yet?

No, they can't find him. We were
hoping you'd tell us where he was.

No, I... I don't know where he is!

Fuck's sake! He...
He's got to be stopped!

Well, we're doing everything we can,
Robbie.

We've given the police
every address we know.

Look, keep asking questions, lad.
Someone must know something.

HE SIGHS

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You shouldn't spend so much time
on that thing.

The Jews have got a device in it

that watches what we're doing
the whole time.

And the fluoride
they're putting in the water.

Slowly killing us.

I never drink tap water any more.

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What did you skip bail for anyway,
Jack?

It was for hate speech.

Good lad.

Come on. Keep up, Robbie!

ROBBIE GROANS SOFTLY

If you keep your breathing
through your nose

and out through your mouth, yeah?

You're doing well, mate.
Keep on breathing -

in through your nose,
out through your mouth, remember.

Chris has just forwarded me
a message from Jack.

Jack? Why? Where is he?

No-one knows.
Chris reckons that he's staying

at some fucking mad friend of his
in Skelmersdale.

Look at that.

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Robbie?

Hurry up, mate.

Come on, run!

DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS

Armed police! Don't move!

Let's go, let's go!

POLICE CLAMOUR

Armed police...

- Get on the ground! Do not move!
- OK. All right.

Upstairs!

Armed police!

- Armed police. Show me your hands.
- All right, all right!

Show me your hands. Get out slowly.
Slowly.

Stay on the floor.

They've arrested Renshaw.

Oh, thank fuck for that.

They found that big machete
you told us about.

They also found a load of stuff
on his computer about Rosie Cooper.

And we found out something else
about him.

He's been grooming young boys
for sex.

They arrested him a few days ago.
He was about to be charged,

but he knew it was gonna come out.

I think he decided
to go out in a blaze of glory.

Jack's a paedo?

And he's into boys? He...

He was always the first one
to have a go about queers.

So,
the situation's changing rapidly.

Now that they've rearrested him,

the police want you
to make a statement.

Me?!

What do they want from me?
They... They've got him,

they've got the fucking machete.
What do they need me for?

Look, I told you the police
would want to speak to you, Robbie.

They want
to make the charges stick.

You were at the meeting when
he announced what he was gonna do.

All right. Yeah, OK.

I'll talk about Renshaw, but...

I'm not dobbing the others in.

Our advice is you don't say
anything to anyone at the minute.

Not until they can guarantee you
immunity from prosecution.

I...

What, I can get done too?

Mm. Yeah, technically, yeah.

For still being
a member of National Action.

Look, they're a banned
terrorist organisation, mate.

And you knew
about a plan to kill an MP.

- What do I do?
- Well, for now, you lay low, lad.

Keep your head down.

The first sign of any trouble,
you call me.

Until we get your immunity,
carry on as normal,

or they'll know you talked.

BANGING OUTSIDE CELL

BELL RINGS

CLANKING

DISTANT SHOUTING

BUZZING

All right?

What's going on, Jack?

I had to do something, Dad.

HE SIGHS SOFTLY

I'm sorry for the pain
this is causing you.

I believed
it was the right thing to do.

The only thing to do.

Who else did you tell
about your plans?

That's what
I've been thinking about.

The only people I told
was National Action.

There's no way the police could've
known what I was going to do.

It must be one of them
that told them.

COLLINS: All right, Nick.

The police won't play ball.

They say we're gonna have to
hand over our source

before they start
talking about immunity for him.

You're joking!
Oh, cos the police have

such a good track record of keeping
their promises, don't they?

Look, I've been
thinking about things,

and I've got an idea.

Well, go on.

We publish a story saying that,
in spite of the ban,

National Action
are still going strong.

We publish photos of that gym
they've set themselves up in,

and we reveal
that they're still recruiting.

We also publish a photo of Lythgoe.

We show everyone just how little
the police actually know

about an organisation
that's supposedly been disbanded.

If we don't do this fast,
it's only a matter of time

until they work out Robbie talked,
and then he's a dead man.

He needs that deal.

So, we basically humiliate
the Counter Terrorism Unit?

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, we use it as leverage.

We say to them,
"Give our source immunity

"and we'll stop writing about
how crap you are."

- Well, it's a plan.
- See, told you. Knew you'd like it.

Look, I'd best get off -
they should be home soon.

All right, speak to you later.
Ta-ra.

Go, go, go!
Mind your head, mind your head!

- Dad!
- Hey! Hello, lads!

All right, son? OK?

You all right, mate?

- Are you good?
- Billy got a watch.

- Did you?
- Yeah, it's a real Rolex, Dad!

- I got one too!
- Wow, posh!

It was 20 euros from a fella
selling them out of a suitcase.

Well, they look real to me, lads.
Great. Go on, in you go.

- Here y'are, mate. Cheers.
- Thanks very much, mate.

Missed you.

Is everything OK?

Or have you still
got to save the world?

Oh, it's all right.

Let's talk about it
when the kids are asleep.

PHONE RINGS

- Hello?
- Is that Mr Renshaw?

Jack's dad?

Who's this?

A friend.

He might have mentioned me -
it's Chris from the gym.

Yeah,
he did mention someone by that name.

W-What do you want?

Just that we'd heard
he'd been arrested,

wanted to make sure
he was all right.

Yeah, your information's correct.

Was it for the speeches
that he made?

No.

For the other thing,
the bigger thing.

He said you'd know what.

But listen to me.

He asked me to tell you
if you called...

other than the people
at the meeting,

he told no-one
outside of National Action.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Please don't call me again.

And you promise you'll tell him
that I helped make it?

Yes.
NAT CHUCKLES SOFTLY

- And the mashed potatoes?
- Yes.

RATTLING

All right, stranger?
Why's the chain on?

We've brought you
some shepherd's pie.

Can we come in?

Er, yeah, sorry, yeah.

Hello!

Where've you been?
I haven't seen you in ages.

Er, sorry, I know. Just been busy.

Milly!

Bloody hell, Robbie, I thought you
said you were trying to eat healthy!

- So, are you hungry?
- Just stick it in the fridge, eh, Nat?

I helped make it, Uncle Robbie.

I-I'll have it tomorrow,
don't worry.

Do you want a brew?

Er, I-I don't think
I've got any milk.

What's going on, Robbie?

- What do you mean?
- Why are you acting weird?

- I'm not acting weird.
- Well, yeah, you are.

What was all that by the front door?
Why haven't you been to see us?

- Or Mum?
- I've been busy!

- What's that on your cheek?
- Nothing!

You been fighting?
What's going on, Robbie?

Nothing is going on!

ALISON: It's not fair on them.

I knew what I was getting myself
into when we got together.

You were always honest with me.

And it's not about me,
really, it's not.

But I can't stand it
when we disappoint the boys.

No, me neither.

Is this all
we have to look forward to?

Cos if it is,
best you let me know now,

because I'm gonna take the boys
and I'm gonna go.

If I haven't got you and the boys,
then what's the point?

Then you're gonna have to
find a way to take yourself

off the firing line, Matthew.

Because it's always you
that they hate,

and it's always you
that they come after.

Just can't stand the fact I used
to be one of them, that's all.

Twenty fucking years ago!

I get it. I understand.
You did some terrible things.

Are you gonna spend
the rest of your life saying sorry?

You're right, Ally. You always are.

They've arrested Renshaw now,
haven't they?

I mean, that'll be the end of it, won't it?

Hopefully.

OK.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

And we're going out tomorrow.

All of us. Family day.

We can go go-karting,
play crazy golf.

Pretend we're normal.

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PHONE VIBRATES

Robbie?

I'm fucked, Matt.

- What's going on?
- I think they're onto me.

Eh?

They told me to be at the gym
this afternoon, no excuses.

- What, face to face?
-Yeah.

Look, y-you can't go. Stay there.
I'm jumping on a train.

I'm leaving now.
Keep your phone on.

Ally?

Ally, love...

- You OK? What's going on?
- I've got to get off.

Are you messing?

No, it's Robbie.

Fuck off!

I'm sorry.

Go on, then.

Robbie, you can't meet them.

If I don't go, then...

well, they'll definitely know
it's me, won't they?

Robbie, lad, you know what
they're capable of. You can't go.

What about the police? Have they...

Have they mentioned anything else
about the immunity, or...?

Yeah, I'm working on it. Yeah.

I'll call them this afternoon.

Wh-What do you mean,
you're working on it?

You come all this way just
to tell me you're working on it?

No, I've come all this way
to keep you safe, Robbie.

Look, trust me, son.

I'll sort it, I promise you.

I wish I'd never got involved
in any of this now.

What,
and let two women get murdered?

- PHONE VIBRATES
- Look, I've... I've got to go.

That's them now.

- Robbie, you can't go, lad.
- Got to go, Matt.

What... are you stupid, lad?
You can't go!

- I've got to go.
- Robbie, wait!

Robbie, listen, you can't go.

I've got to.

Look, you're making a mistake.

Well, apart from knocking him out
and tying him up,

- there was nothing else I could do.
- LOWLES: This is going badly wrong.

We'll have to push the immunity
with the police, you know.

If they think he's the grass,
they'll chop him up.

Trust me, I know what these
fucking neo-Nazis are like.

So, we put it up on the website
immediately?

We have to get
the police's attention.

- Robbie needs immunity.
- Let's do it.

Nice one.

OK. Ta-ra.

- All right, mate?
- Wait a minute.

We're waiting for Chris.

Come on.

Wh-Where are we going?

For a walk.

We can't talk in there.

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Why... Why can't we talk in the gym?

Because we can't.

I've just uploaded it
to the website.

Let's see what happens.

Sit down.

So, what's going on?

We're now certain
that we've got a rat.

H-How do you know that?

Jack's dad told me that he'd been
arrested not for hate speech

or for being a member
of National Action...

but for plotting to kill the MP.

Who do you think it is, mate?

Dunno.

Oh, come on, lad,
you must have some idea. Think.

I've not got any... any ideas.

Wh-Who do you think it is?

We know who it is.

Who?

Garron Helm.

Garron?

Well, it can't be anyone else.

But wh-why him?

The time he posted those tweets
about the Jewish MP.

Luciana Berger. Remember?

He gets arrested,
gets questioned by the police,

and the next thing is,
he's apologising.

That's probably when he got turned.
That's what we're thinking.

What, and you think he's...
he's been doing this ever since?

We're pretty sure of it, mate.

OK. So...

wh-what do we do now?

Are you with us, Robbie?

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, if...

if you're sure it's him, yeah.

Good.

Because we need to know
who our friends are...

and who our enemies are.

And if there's any other traitors.

Ha.

So you do still live around here,
then.

Lenny!

I can't believe it, mate.

When did you get out?

Released on bail three days ago.

- That's... That's great news.
- Ah.

How... How's Sylvia?

She must be over the moon.

Aye, she's very happy.

Do you know,
I'm disappointed in you, Matthew.

Oh, yeah?

Why's that?

18 months I did,
and you never come to see me once.

I-I kept meaning to, but I-I've...

I've been tied up with things.

I'm sorry, Lenny.

- Tied up, aye?
- Yeah. Work and that.

Out of sight, out of mind, is it?

SOFT CLUNKING

Yeah, how's about tonight?

Tonight?

Er, yeah, sure.

Let's meet, have a drink,

talk about...

everything.

Usual place, eight o'clock, OK?

Great.

I'll see you later, Lenny.

See you tonight.

I didn't know Lenny was out.

Why didn't anybody tell me?

Yeah, well,
that's Special Branch for you.

He knows it was me that grassed him
up. I could hear it in his voice.

Lenny's a dangerous man.

He's a violent racist
with links to Loyalist terrorists.

He was known at Searchlight
long before you came to talk to us.

Getting him off the street's
not grassing.

It's called doing the right thing.

Yeah, that's easy for you to say.

What's this?

It's a ticket
to Melbourne, Australia.

You'll be safe there.

I know people who can help you.
They're gonna give you a job.

Look, you can... You can still
be you, but you'll be...

You'll be far enough away
to make a fresh start.

It's the only way, Matthew.

PHONE VIBRATES

- Hello?
- ROBBIE: They think it's Garron.

Thank fuck for that.

What do you think
they're gonna do to him?

I honestly don't know
what they'll do.

Well, did they say when they were
gonna try and get a grip at Garron?

No.

And you put one fire out,

and another one
pops up straight away.

I'm starving. Are you hungry, lad?

We had some good news today.

The police have finally agreed to
offer you immunity from prosecution.

That's against being a member
of a banned organisation

and having knowledge of what...
Renshaw was planning on doing.

But if you've done anything else,
then you're on your own - that's it.

- There's nothing else.
- Good.

Listen, Rob, in exchange
for the immunity, they, er...

The police want you to give them
everyone, not just Renshaw.

No. I'm only talking about Renshaw.
That was the deal.

What you gonna do? Are you gonna
stay in National Action

and help them cut up Garron Helm

and fucking pour battery acid
all over him?

G-Garron can be warned off.

The rest of us,
we can keep our heads down.

No, don't be stupid.

I'm sorry, mate,
but that's not gonna work.

Why not?

Because this afternoon, I put out
a big spread on our website

showing pictures of the gym
and Lythgoe,

explaining that the organisation
was still up and running.

- For fuck's sake, why would you...
- Er, do you want to go to jail?

I had no choice, Robbie.

I had to force the police
into giving you immunity.

Just means it's gonna be
all over the papers now.

Look, I...

I thought I could trust you.

But all you care about is...

yourself and your
fucking organisation.

- Well, that's not why I published.
- Oh, it's not, no? Is it not, no?

So it's got nothing to do with
making a splash in the tabloids,

printing
Hope Not fucking Hate everywhere,

making you look like
Billy Big Bollocks, no?!

Robbie!

Come here!

Robbie, don't walk away from me.

- Come here, lad.
- What?!

Look, it's over.

It was the first time you picked up
your phone and sent me that text.

- You knew that.
- I'm not grassing anybody up.

Who are you trying to protect, eh?

Look, they were all happy
that Jo Cox got murdered.

They were all happy to sit there

and watch two innocent women
get killed.

They're my mates.

No, they're not. They're not!

What do you know about it?

A lot more than you think.

Look, do you honestly think

if Lythgoe and all the others
had any proof

that it was you and not Garron Helm,

they wouldn't hesitate
to chop you into little pieces?

I've never had...
I've never had mates before.

I've never had friends.

Mate,
you don't need friends like that.

Hey, I'll be your fucking friend.

But you've got to
do the right thing here, Rob.

You know that, lad.

You've got to tell the police
everything.

Come here.

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OK, if we could all confirm
for the tape who's present today.

I'm Detective Sergeant Donkor
and with me is my colleague,

Detective Constable Buckley.

Erm...

Robbie Mullen.

And I am Mr Mullen's solicitor,
Darren Clarke.

OK. So, Robbie,

I'd like to begin by asking you
if you are a terrorist.

What?

I don't think this kind of approach
is going to be helpful.

Can you confirm for us
whether or not you are a terrorist?

Why are you even asking me
questions like that?

Well, if we're gonna provide you
with immunity from prosecution

for certain offences,
you must begin by making

a full and frank confession
with regard to those offences.

I thought I was here to help you
STOP people from being terrorists.

What he's referring to, Robbie,

is your membership
of National Action

after its proscription
as a terrorist organisation.

That would, in theory, I suppose,
make you a terrorist.

So... are you a terrorist?

- If you say so.
- No. That's not good enough.

I think my client has made

- his position clear.
- I need you to say...

"Yes, I am a terrorist",
or the deal is off, Robbie.

Yes...

I am a terrorist.

Good.

How do you feel about Jo Cox?

I feel sorry for her.

Nobody deserves to be murdered
like she was.

We've found some comments
made by National Action

on social media after her death.

In one of them,
they called her a traitor.

- Is that what you thought she was, Robbie?
- Well...

I thought that
before she was murdered.

So, in your eyes,
the policies she pursued

made her a traitor to this country.
Is that right?

Because she welcomed immigration?

We've got too many people
in this country.

We can't cope, so...
So she's a traitor?

Yeah.

Do you dislike immigrants, Robbie?

I couldn't care less about them.
I just...

don't think we need any more.

Should Jews be exterminated?

You don't have to answer that.

No, I...

That was Jack who made
them comments, not me.

Do you think this country
should be for whites only,

racially pure?

Look, I know...

I've made them comments in chatrooms
and that in the past, and...

I can tell by your faces
you've obviously got copies

- of what I've said.
- So, what about now?

You still feel that way?

I don't know how I feel any more.
It's confusing.

Are you still a racist, Robbie?

I don't think so.

Don't know.

Why did you go to Hope Not Hate
and not us, Robbie?

Look, I didn't know what to do,
where to go, at the beginning.

I was just putting the feelers out.

Well,
if you knew of illegal activity,

you should be going to the police,
not to a bunch of amateurs.

Matthew knows the world that I'm in.

Matthew Collins... is a joke.

You know he was a member
of the National Front and the BNP?

Yeah, of course I did.

That's why I went to him
in the first place.

He grassed up a load of his mates
back in the '90s,

and because he didn't
work with the police,

he had to go on the run, hide out
in Australia for a number of years.

He's only interested
in self-glorification, Robbie.

If he thinks you can help him,
he'll use you.

When he's finished with you,
he'll...

dump you without a second thought,
go looking for the next mug.

Hope Not Hate aren't your friends.

They just want to exploit you.

Immunity's one thing.

It means you can't be prosecuted
for your links to National Action.

But it won't protect you from those
who might seek to do you harm.

Look, to do this properly, Robbie,

you need to sever all ties
with Hope Not Hate,

come into
the witness protection programme,

and be our witness.

Look, can I get a drink, please,
something?

This is the way it works.

We rehouse you,
we give you a new identity

and we help you find a job.

It's your chance for a clean break.

You can leave all this behind you
and become someone else.

What if I don't want to
become somebody else?

Means you won't have to
look over your shoulder

- for the rest of your life.
- What about my mam?

My sister?

Like I say,
you'd be wiping the slate clean.

Means you won't be able
to see them any more, Robbie.

How long for?

Forever.

You have to understand...

it's for their safety
as much as yours.

I got it all wrong.

I know who the rat is now.

Can you confirm your name
for the tape?

Robbie Mullen.

- Here you go.
- Ta.

Go on.

He's not gonna do
the witness protection.

Well, that would have
made our lives a lot easier.

Well, I couldn't say anything,
could I?

I mean, I made the same...

decision myself 20-odd years ago,
didn't I?

I know how he feels.

The lad's shitting himself.

They'll just erase everything,
like he never existed.

And no matter what they tell you...

the police always end up
putting you in some...

shitty tower block in Plymouth.

He's gonna be unprotected.

Won't take them long to figure out

he's the only one
who hasn't been arrested.

Well, he's our walk-in.

No more to say about it.

- Thanks, mate.
- He's our responsibility.

Where you gonna put him?

I'll think of somewhere.

Get your head down, Rob.

Where's your dog?

- Me mum's got her.
- ENGINE STARTS

Thing is, now,
whenever my name's mentioned,

everyone'll say "the grass"
after it.

It'll always be
"Robbie Mullen the grass".

No, what you've done
is not grassing.

It's called doing the right thing.

You never told me that you've been
through what's happened to me now.

Well, you never asked.

Get some sleep, Robbie.
We've got a while yet.

Robbie?
Robbie, come on, lad, wake up.

Where are we?

Come on.

Be quiet.

Ally, this is... Robbie.

He's gonna stay with us
for a few days.

Robbie, this is my wife, Ally.

Hiya.

Hiya.