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No, no, no. Fuck's sake.

Please, not another.

Where did he go?

Who?

The man.

You just hit... Yeah, but I didn't.

Did I?

So you've got nothing to arrest me for?

It must be my lucky night.

I think so.

I've got the fucking rights, you know.

Ease up.

If you're into domination, just stay.

We'll book a room.

You know, most of the 5 -0 round here
don't use bracelets.

Really? Well, I'm a girl.

Quite part of the bracelets.

Sergeant McCready.

You come bearing gifts?

Yeah. My mother told me never to arrive
empty -handed.

Well, you're off to a flying start.

Young Caesar here is one of our
regulars, aren't you, son?

Yep. And this one's bullshit, Jim. I
didn't do anything, I swear.

Sergeant McCready to you, son.

And I'm Constable Rachel Heggie, by the
way. Of course you are.

Quite the enthusiast, too, apparently.

How come you wash up here? That's the
question.

Well, we'll have to start somewhere.

Yeah, and trust me, from this place, the
only way is up.

Told you before.

Watch him, Michael.

Jesus Christ.

Less of the language as well, thank you.

Couple of croutons in there for you.

Right.

I'll get you registered in the guest
room.

Don't be cold. Don't be cold. Don't be
cold.

I

swear.

My Joanne was never that tight.

Even before she had the kids.

It's the pelvic floor exercises, babe.

Ready to go again?

Fuck, give me a minute.

Say again.

So, let's see.

Francis Sargasson, also known as Caesar.

More joyriding, was it?

Minus the joy.

And your driver's license?

He nearly killed someone.

No, I didn't.

I mean, where is this casualty?

I'm glad you're here.

That's exactly what I'm going to find
out.

Or you get naked.

Chop, chop.

Calm down.

I think we'd better be getting back.

Let's go.

Straight to business.

Shall we just skip the foreplay?

That's profiling now, Sarge. I'm being
negatively stereotyped here.

Well, if you were a minority, somebody
might actually care.

This is dispatch.

You there, guys?

Warner. Monday.

Yeah, here, Sarge. Loud and clear.

Somebody wants to say hello.

Hi, guys.

This is Constable Rachel Heggie here.

If you could keep your eyes out for an
IC1 male. Six -foot, bearded, probably

injured. Cheers.

We should keep an eye on the local
hospitals as well.

Sergeant McCready.

In all seriousness, Constable, are you
sure you're not imagining all this?

It was blood on the headlights, sir, so
no.

See, I'd be happy to get the car checked
if we had a victim.

Do we?

I run a tight ship.

Mostly a quiet one.

Meaning what? What is it they say?

No victim, no crime.

Ha, ha, ha!

Told you.

I told you.

Sorry, what was that?

Sierra One?

What may see one male?

We're looking for a fucking human.

Shut it. Do your job. Look for her.

Yes, sir.

Sarge. We'll keep him peeled.

It's just, well... I mean, she sounds
about as much fun as the report card

That's enough!

Bring us back some more coffee, would
you? Or dry out.

Do you want anything?

And a few private records kept that way?

Yeah.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

You get less gossip in the local nail
salon than you do in here, though.

Bye.

Can I get a smoke before lockdown?

No smoking. You're joking.

Your room's packed.

Enjoy the complimentary skid mark on the
pillow.

Had a half -deck of lights my way in
here. All present and correct.

Hope you're not inferring that we might
nick your fags.

Implying.

He's implying you might nick his fags.

The speaker implies.

A lipnut infers.

The one place you think you'd be safe
and there he is.

Suck it up, Caesar.

You want to spend more time here than
you do in school? That's fine.

We just thought we'd do you a favour.

Bring school to you.

What's he in for, anyway?

Likes his woman like his whiskey, is
that it?

Age 12 years, yeah?

Constable Higgy, Mr Bezic.

You lots are forever complaining about
cloth houses.

Consider this our helping hand.

A bit of private tuition.

That's it, isn't it?

He's a fiend.

I knew it.

Salty pervert.

Turn back away from the door.

If I can, please, but... Ow!

Look! Fuck, that's assault.

Man, that fucking brutality.

Try doing as you're told, bitch.

Ow!

You all right?

You saw that, didn't you?

You'll be my witness.

She tried to break my arm. I saw nothing
of the sort.

Oh, come on, liven up.

Play this right and we'll be out of here
before last daughter.

All you have to do is say what you saw.

We'll threaten to sue.

Get these bruises photographed.

Sometimes, Francis, people need to be
disciplined.

Maintain the natural order.

Is that what you were doing?

I read the manifest.

You've got a dirty way of maintaining
order, haven't you?

Well, it's two sides to every tale.

Yeah, but yours is a real sob story.

my boy, is what we call a nippy sweetie.

No answer from the recovery guys.

Have to get a tow truck later.

You always wind up your prisoner.

Truth is, I don't even smoke.

Guys like Caesar, though.

don't respond well to authority.

So I engage a range of methods.

You sell four?

Seems to think quite highly of himself.

Ralph.

That man needs to get a punch bag.

His wife's certainly not up to the task.

Is he another regular?

It's clockwork.

And I guarantee in the morning she will
drop the charges.

Unfortunately, a common problem.

Eh? Any piece of relationships?

Is that right, Constable?

The little girl who came back, came
here.

The world is full of evil. Police day is
done.

Hey. Hey. Easy, fella.

Listen.

Hey, Sarge.

Find him.

Huh. You must be the new girl.

Monday.

We met earlier.

I was only playing, you know.

Oh, nice work, Monday.

Peggy.

Warnock. Is this your boy?

Six feet, bearded, well out of it? Yeah,
he's the one.

Stepped right out in front of a car,
didn't you?

Yeah, well, he certainly had a knock. I
found him wandering.

He was right there.

Just vanished.

Adrenaline, I guess.

Yeah, well, adrenaline wears off.

Better call Dr. Hume. His number's on
the wall.

What's your name, sir?

Yeah, he's, uh... He's no one for
cutting the breeze, Sarge.

I'm calling from the police station. We
have an injured man here and he's

attention.

Your name, friend?

To be honest, I think you make me a bit
frightened up, boss.

It looks like a concussion.

Thank you.

What is your name?

On your very first day, too.

I keep telling you, it's the uniform.

So, you like the girl in uniform, eh?

Looks like it.

I prefer it if she's got nothing on with
her handcuffs and the hat, but, you

know.

Don't make me restrain you now.

Don't, boy.

So we're all playing doctors and nurses
now, are we?

Where is he?

Patience, aren't we, Doc?

His injuries seem superficial.

No sign of intoxication.

So he's at it, then?

Well, I've certainly heard an ear about
him.

In my opinion, I'd say, yes,

silence could be voluntary.

Night in the cells it is, then.

What for?

The inability to talk?

So we'll call it vagrancy.

Say, he's already stepped in front of
one car tonight, hasn't he?

Until you've established who he is, I
think it's probably best if he's here.

Any luck with the name, Constable?

Nope. No wallet, no ID, no phone, no
keys.

Just this book.

It's full of names.

But which one's his?

If any.

Could be he's just copied in the phone
book, no?

It's obsessive.

They're a...

Little symbols, little signs.

Must mean something to him.

Toe here.

Boys Radio Rental.

Well, that's something nice for you to
check out then, isn't it, Eggie?

Look at it out!

Try the loony bin. See if it isn't a
secure wing missing its diarist.

Well, I've never seen one of those.

Which is unusual, given that this is
such a one -horse town.

Well, it's a pale fucking horse.

What was that?

What did he just say?

What does he know, Duncan?

What does he know?

Dr. Hume, come to mend our ills.

Back up, Doc.

You here to examine my wrist, are you?

Back up, Dr. Hume.

You're a long way from the moral high
ground down here, Doctor.

Still, we all make mistakes, eh?

Mind your own, Bezic.

Oh, I will if he will.

If there's one thing I cannot abide,
it's a hypocrite.

How do you explain your presence here
this evening, then?

Mr Beswick just got owned.

And what did you get?

I got to watch.

And I got a wicked little story to tell
all my friends.

You threatening me, Francis?

It's Caesar.

And no, I'm merely opening the floor to
discussion about what my silence might

be worth to yourself and a good doctor.

See, I might not be book smart, Mr
Beswick, but I... You're not any kind of

smart, Caesar.

You're an idiot.

So why don't you sit down, shut up, and
stop scaring the wildly?

I heard she used to be anybody for a can
of cider and a thumb up at us.

That evolutionary ladder just will not
climb itself while it's done.

Sticky, sticky little fingers.

According to our records in your
fingerprints, you are one Alexander

Port Glasgow.

And you died in 1983 in a fire.

Aged 79.

I thought you were looking well, huh?

The benefits of a clear conscience.

And that's right there.

There's modern policing in action.

Technology. Totally unreliable.

Except tonight we're gonna do things the
old -fashioned way.

The arm.

We might just... Okay.

Let's forget about who you are for a
minute and ask why.

Why, for instance, could Dr. Hume attack
you?

Because the clock is ticking.

Midnight is approaching.

You think you know?

Know what, exactly?

That the price of our sins is paid for
in blood.

That I shall be... I shall

be a vagabond in the earth.

And everyone that findeth me shall lay
me.

That's the one.

Something in common.

We're both Christian men.

Except you're more of an old testament
kind of guy, aren't you?

The blood and the vengeance.

So you don't remember that one from
Sunday school?

I don't know why, but then I jumped
ship.

So you don't believe in blood?

Didn't say that.

But I would like a fucking word.

I rather not to question why.

No, because down here we get to do what
we please.

Right?

Take him down.

Sarge, I don't... No!

Oh, excellent.

I was just about to call up for a round
of tea.

Did I see a packet of bourbon creams up
there?

Look, you should be out in the morning,
OK?

Bendy.

Then who's first?

Hey. Hey. Are you all right?

Hey.

Put it off then.

Put it off.

Oh, God. You can drop it with the whole
two girls were in this together thing.

You and me, we're not friends.

Still can't get my perfume, Sarge.

Sarge.

She's been engaged for over an hour now.

There are donkeys the world over that
would testify to that woman's capacity

gossip.

Let's go round there.

Take Jen.

Her husband's in jail always sounds
better in person, anyway.

I think it would sound better if it came
from you, Sarge.

I've got a few more inquiries to sort
out.

See if I can't find out who her smartest
friend really is.

Rachel.

Sit tight and walk the battlements for
us.

Drink some tea, answer the phone, bake a
cake.

Just stay out of trouble, okay?

Sir, do you really think that's why?

Leaving a lone officer in charge of four
prisoners?

So long as you don't plan to let them
all out for a finger buffet and a few

hands of bread, I'd say, yeah, it should
be just fine.

I am aware you think we all live in a
fucking biscuit in here.

The fact is you were assigned to me for
a very good reason.

So just this once with the cheap seats.

If you want to make it past probation,
you will learn to sit tight, pull your

heels, and hold your fucking tongue.

That's it.

I've never seen such blatant
insubordination.

Well, we tend to find this one the most
comfortable.

Heel -wise, I mean.

Sarge has got a point.

Do you have to work on your pupil
skills?

I'll be sure to be taking lessons from
you.

Call your boyfriend if you want.

Thanks. I'll pass on that one.

Okay.

Well, uh... It's a bit too.

You better be getting some extra eggs in
is all I'm saying.

I'm not missing my French toast.

Not for you lot.

Oh, you never know.

You might not be here in the morning.

Yeah, right.

Got an escape plan or something.

I thought you were the one digging the
tunnel.

Just redecorating my cage, man.

You may try learning how to spell it
first, Francis.

Except that involves spending time in
school with you.

And yet here we are, stuck together,
down amongst the delinquents.

Which is exactly where you belong, Mr.
Bessie.

How do you know my name?

How do you think?

Wait until morning.

Wait until she forgives you again.

But no.

You're not getting away with it.

Not this time.

All those things you do, those punches
you throw, the wound you pounded,

the loss you caused, you think it's
about control?

Don't speak to me.

It's not.

It's a lack of control.

So tanto pro.

Angry.

Why should I be angry?

Why indeed.

Well, who is it? Who is it you're really
angry with?

Because I never will. My wife beat her,
he wasn't really trying to beat himself.

Or was it your unborn child?

That's right.

what you've done.

Because who is she?

Who's your wife?

My better half.

The one thing that raises me up.

That sustains me.

That loves me.

She's my wife.

Good boy.

But who is it?

Who is it?

Who do I hate?

What the fuck did I do?

You.

Oh, you little fucker.

Admittedly, it's not often you're right,
but you're wrong again.

Mr. Beswick must try harder.

I stand here every day.

humiliating myself for you and you don't
even have the courtesy to show up

Go ahead.

This is Warnock.

We're at the Hume residence.

Lights are off. Nobody's home.

The front door's open.

Okay. Go break in.

This is the top.

We're entering. Go check it out.

Okay, well...

Thanks for keeping me informed.

Well, we all know what a stickler you
are for putacone, you girl.

What's that?

You okay?

What's what?

That's where he's trying to kill me.

Let me out.

Hello?

Mr. June?

Mr. Bleed?

Dispatch, over.

There's no answer.

Read the fucking channel.

I can help him.

Oh, what?

Can you smell that?

Oh, my God.

Do you really want to be responsible for
a man's death?

If he's still alive?

I can see them, but you need to let me
out.

You behave, or I will break you.

one in every class.

I assume he means troublemaker.

You can't leave him there.

You can't. You cannot leave him there.

We're not.

Get his leg.

Who is he?

You can tell me.

How do you know?

Who did you tell?

Some boy from there.

Come looking for you, don't you?

You slut!

Who is he?

It's gonna be a long, dark night.

And you are the soul, Caesar.

Now are you sure you want to do this?

Thank you.

One guy gets up there dead, another can
start limping and bleeding. What the

fuck? Dr. Hume here tried to think.

Amongst other things, I don't expect you
to understand.

You know, you're not half as charming as
you think you are.

And you're not half as convincing.

Go to hell.

Why bother?

All the devils are here.

He says we're all here for a reason.

Things we've done.

The bills we have to pay.

He did what?

All of them, apparently.

I just managed to get him back into his
cell. A little bully for you.

Yes, but the way he's acting... Bessie,
sir, that guy in cell six, I don't

know... Don't you worry, Constable.

I'll be with you very soon.

The dark of the last night does not
fall.

It rises up.

It is only you that falls.

Do no harm.

Every physician takes the oath.

die every single day by accident.

Police, shut the fuck up.

You people all look the look, do you
know that?

I shouldn't even be here.

So why are you here?

The midnight hour approaches, but there
is still time.

You're cracked, man.

You're crazy.

I'm giving you a chance here, Caesar.

Not many people get one.

Yeah, for what?

To remember.

Oh, man.

You fucking coward.

She's still alive.

You might even save her if you had the
balls.

But then I'd be in worse trouble.

You couldn't be in worse trouble.

Where is he?

What are you guys doing here? Why aren't
you at the scene?

I had to get him away from there. He's
got kids of his own, for Christ's sake.

What the fuck happened?

It's Bezic.

He did that to himself, believe it or
not.

Who is he?

Well, I hope so.

The doctor helped me carry him up and
all this is me just trying to get him

down. Well, why didn't you leave him in
his fucking cage then?

Well, have you got anything here?

Nothing helpful, no.

But... It won't be about that. It's
Monday. Wait. There's more going on than

this. The guy in cell six can join the
fucking game.

There's something I need to tell you.
Shut up, Caesar.

And you, go on your...

You and I are going to have work.

Picking up from where she left off.

She hasn't even warmed you up.

How is this going to help me?

We're not in the salvation game here,
Rachel. Just the retribution.

Please, spare me the fucking pearls.

Rough night, huh?

It's like a slaughterhouse.

General practice began to seem futile.

I'm going to need more than that.

I found a higher calling.

I deal with drunks, you know.

Domestic.

I've never seen anything like that
before.

You've got the top of your son's head
off.

I've got a boy the same age.

A son.

The same class in school.

Yeah.

But what can you do?

preoccupied with insignificant matter of
inevitable death.

With a monster like that, I know exactly
what I would do.

That's very Christian of you.

As a man of science, I...

find the solution.

You already know, Mulvey, eh?

I can't hear you.

Mulvey, you fuck!

done, Maggie.

I'm not sorry.

You shouldn't be.

We just have to work out our story.

Our story.

The truth isn't going to do anyone any
good, is it? My boyfriend just killed a

man where I come from. It was a crime.
He killed a murderer where I come from.

That was justice.

Let's not forget, he already has quite a
few injuries.

Injury sustained in a fight he had with
you.

I restrained him.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I think that guy downstairs was right. I
think she got into this job for more

than just a sense of civic pride.

After what you went through as a kid and
didn't even tell your parents about it,

how fucked up are you? And then
confronted by a piece of fucking shit

It's no wonder she snapped.

The little girl that came back and then
lost it.

Took it all out on him.

I mean, you've already got one cold
corpse out there.

Who's to say you're not working in a
whole stack?

Yeah, we don't know you.

You've been on the job, what, five
hours?

The only thing we do know is we take
care of our own.

Maybe you learn that fast, or...

That's a running room service or
something. You tell me Cami's like that,

come down the uncounted for him, okay?

Mm -hmm.

Okay. What is it? What do you want?

To confess.

I had her.

I had a girl.

What? I don't know.

I don't know who she is.

I've seen her at school, okay?

But I hit her, alright? I hit her, I
confess.

Okay, when? The blood you found on the
headlight, yeah? Remember?

That wasn't his.

It was hers.

She still might be okay.

I didn't mean to. I didn't even see her.
I swear, I went off the road.

Christ, what was she even doing
strolling up a country road in the dead

night? Okay, you need to listen to me.

Tell me all the details, okay? And I can
put a call in.

I wouldn't bother.

She died two minutes ago.

How would you know that? He knows.

He knows everything.

You've just crossed the line, Susan.

All right.

And up with the act.

Just tell me who you are.

is neglected to stay in touch.

Remember.

They're up there now, planning...
planning your murder.

Wait.

I'm the only one in your corner.

Colin Steen is... Who ever believed a
word Caesar ever said? And that guy in

six?

He doesn't even have a fucking name.

I know.

There's something about him.

Look, first things first.

And you, girl.

You up for that?

I was up for Malvie, but... Yeah, you
were definitely up for him just now. He

fucking deserved it.

Look, we have to get our story straight.

Could God be just you and me?

No witnesses.

Okay.

This is just a bad situation.

Got her hand.

Everybody died.

Hello? Everybody home, Constable?

Yeah, sure.

Will do, Sarge.

What if he's on?

Oh, God, you know, just wondering if he
had any soy milk for his morning latte.

My kids are so afraid.

Yeah.

It's harmless, really, though. I mean,
it's not like he's trying to kill

to save his own skin.

I wish you hadn't brought him into this.

An old man like that.

I have to say I haven't been entirely
honest with you, Jack.

And again, you've not been entirely
straight with me, have you?

Why am I confessing to you?

What is happening up there?

I'm afraid I can only speak for myself,
Constable.

But I must say my religious leanings
have been something of a mask.

What you might call my... my real
injury.

Not that I'm not a Christian man.

In fact, that's why I've come.

which all that are in their graves shall
hear his voice and shall come forth.

They that have done good unto the
resurrection of life and they that have

done evil into the resurrection of
damnation.

We're going to exit.

There's no access to the roof.

You've reached emergency services.

All operators are busy at present.
Please continue to connect.

You have a buttering ram here?

He's going to break through, but he's
going to be unarmed.

He can fuck that noise.

All the karma.

Few dents in the armor there, huh?

I like it. Looks good on you.

Somebody, please.

Let me think.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

There's no hope there.

You never thought of looking around you
somewhere a little closer to home?

So go ahead.

Please, do something.

I am.

I will give you the right.

An eternity.

Faith, is that what you want? Some
dogma?

To forgive is divine.

To forgive is to ignore.

Condone.

A friend of mine used to say to me,
human sin is as old as the world.

And I was supposed to just sit there and
watch.

We couldn't agree on that one fucking
semantics.

Except I lost.

And the loser doesn't get to go home.

That's why we're the same, you and me.

Cast about.

At least I know we get to do some good.

Good?

In the face of that, what would you call
it?

What the fuck?

Help me up.

Mundy!

He carried me away in the spirit.

Into the wilderness.

Look at me.

Full of the names of Blasphemy.

With seven heads and ten horns.

Blasphemy! Get me out of here!

Let me open up! We can't be here.

What are we going to do?

Call yourself a survivor.

You're a predator.

Forget them. Their fates are sealed.

Do you want to burn with them? Are you
going to help me free the flame? I don't

need your help.

Just say the word and I'll end it right
now.

We need to run a whole pipe.

Move.

Brenner?

We get up there, we're on our own.

One of us is bound to make it.

No!

She's going far!

But a fire is kindled in my anger and
shall burn into the lowest hell and

consume the earth with its increase and
set on fire the foundations of the

mountains.

By the wrath of the Lord Almighty.

The land will be scorched.

The people will be fueled.

A tough night, huh?

And you do like to do things the hard
way.

But, Dan, you've been to hell and back
already.

For them, it's the first time.

But every last one.

Come midnight, when the wicked must pay
for their sins, it's me who

comes to collect.

From the adulterers and the prayers who
dared to weigh justice in their own

hands.

From the hypocrites and the perverts.

The carnally and the vicious.

Even those who still have a chance,
though we're too weak to take it.

All I wanted from them was their souls.

You, though.

I want so much more from you.

I never asked you for anything. Oh, I
think you did.

I think you begged.

I didn't see a victim.

I saw so much more.

So I watched and I waited.

This is about you.

Now, you can deny me all you want, but I
am the fire in your eyes.

I can give you every corrupt and wicked
soul who will ever walk this earth.

You can have your vengeance, and I will
burn their souls.

He calls to me, I hear him when I'm
asleep.

But when I wake,

he's gone.

I know his face, a memory I

can't recall.

But when I'm close, he's gone.

Left to fall to the very deep earth and
gather up the

devil.

Let's fall to the belly of the earth and
gather up the devil's day.

Let's fall.