All language subtitles for Wild Bill s01e01.e

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Shit!

Hey! Hey! Goddamn it!

Argh!

Aaaaaaaaah!

'Welcome to London's Heathrow airport...

This is going to be great.

Going back to the source.

The Pilgrims came from
Lincolnshire. From Boston.

The original Boston,
and probably the best.

- Probably.
- Probably.

Look, you're not going to miss
Miami. What did you call it?

Sweaty swamp with snakes walking upright?

- We need this.
- And I need my fourth new school

in six years. Way to parent, Dad.

Look, each new start is a new
opportunity to be a new you.

Dial down the Hallmark, Chief Hixon.

Here in the old country,
it's more irony and sarcasm.

Like I said...

"Wild Bill".

Love it.

- Do you really?
- No.

That was me trying sarcasm.

Bentley, huh? Must be good to be
Crime Commissioner around here.

That payday wouldn't fill the tank.

How far exactly is it
from London to Boston?

Not far enough.

'Boston may not be typical.

'The level of immigration
here is much higher

'than the rest of the UK.'

'It's created some huge
social problems, of course.

'There's a lot of local people
now that can't get a job.'

'There's a kind of rejection and blame

'when you don't feel accepted and welcome.

'People just lose hope.'

I saw it on Street View,

but somehow I don't think Google
quite captured its magnificence.

Boston's got the highest
murder rate in England.

- We're all over the papers.
- Yeah, ten homicides last year.

- In Miami, we had 150.
- Are you boasting, Bill?

Brits don't like boasters.

This is a perfect place
for a lad like you,

looking to make a comeback.

You solve a couple of
murders by year's end,

you'll have 100% clear-up rate.

And then you really will have
something to boast about,

won't you? Eh?

Howdy, y'all.

Much obliged for the fine welcome
to this here East Lincolnshire

Shire Sheriff's office.

We are going to be making us a
few changes around these parts.

As our nation's president
once memorably said...

"You're fired."

That's a pretty good accent.

What were you going for? West Texas?

- Lubbock?
- Er, I don't really know, sir.

I just, you know, cowboy
and that. John Wayne...

Are you still talking?

I've never actually been to Texas.

I have, however, been to UCLA where
I got my degree in criminology.

To go along with my Master's from Yale.

I also have a doctorate in
statistical mapping from MIT,

although I don't use
the whole doctor thing,

cos nobody likes a wise-ass,
isn't that right, PC Drakes?

But you are right about one thing...

Your government demands a
10% cut in your budget...

to go along with the 10%
reduction in crime rate.

And that's where I come in.

I was America's top metropolitan
police chief three years running.

I ran departments in San
Diego, Denver, Miami.

And now, East Lincs.

What the Sergio Aguero are you doing here?

My ancestors are from
here. Boston, Lincolnshire.

- Came over in the Mayflower.
- Really, sir?

Fuck, no.

I'm the best at what I
do, you need what I do.

Your numbers are bad.

I'm here to find out how bad.

You can't police with numbers.

I'm almost glad you said that.

21st-century policing
is only about numbers.

Length of time to charge is now 18 days.

That's four days worse than last year.

Crime convictions are down 15% to 9%.

There is one area in
which you are succeeding,

you have the highest
murder rate in the country.

So, congratulations on THAT.

I've got some bugger
nicking satellite dishes

off council estates.

You'll not catch bugger from
behind t'laptop, will ya?

I could police this whole
county from Miami Beach

with a cell phone and good Wi-Fi.

But I'm not on a beach.

I'm here.

For some reason. Oh.

I almost forgot. The inspirational stuff.

My dad was a cop.

Patrolled the same beat from the age of 18

until they forced him out at 67.

I watched it grind him down

year after year like trying to beat back

a wildfire of social
disintegration with a fly swatter.

That's not going to happen to you.

When I leave here, you will
have lost your grey frowns

and defensive negativity, and you
will actually want to come to work.

And that will do a lot more to help
you and the community you serve

than a pat on the back

and some more bullshit about how
policing is all about people.

Yee-ha.

Daddy's home.

Well, there goes the
Christmas party budget.

You must be Lydia. Lydia Price?

- Deputy Chief Constable Price.
- Yeah.

Thanks for running the
transition so smoothly.

It is literally my job, sir.

The problem around here, your numbers.

- There aren't enough of them.
- Oh, would you prefer more crimes?

It would help my algorithm.

I'll have a word with the
local criminal fraternity,

- see if they can't up their game.
- Lydia.

I'm just going to ask one
thing of you. I'm American.

If you're going to stab
me, stab me in the front.

Maybe I should go meet the principal.

Kelsey!

Kelsey.

Call me.

'Hey, Doc, it's me, I just
dropped her off at school.'

'How's she doing over there?'

'I don't know. She tries
so hard to fit in...'

'OK, OK, I suggest we wait and see.'

The problem with waiting and seeing

is sometimes you wait and see and
your 12-year-old daughter is...

'OK, OK, I will give her a call.'

That would be great. Thank you.

I'll send you her UK cell.

'All right, Bill. Bye, Bill.'

Any means of identification, please, sir.

37 miles an hour, awesome!

That means 20.

20's plenty where people live.

Well, DC Cobley, I'll
make sure you're put up

for tightass of the month.

Shouldn't you be on an estate somewhere?

Trying to catch the satellite thief?

No, there's a ban on overtime, sir.

Don't need any overtime,
there's a pattern to the thefts.

No pattern. Random times, random days.

My algorithm runs details of crime
against government statistics,

weather and about 300 other things

that a human being of limited
bandwidth wouldn't understand.

All the crimes take place
between dawn and dusk

- within 48 hours of major
sporting events. - Right?

PGA, WNBA, FA Cup, whatever
the fuck that is...

- He's nicking them to order.
- Exactly.

Champions League, tomorrow
night. Exactly. Right.

So, eight hours of surveillance,
three cops over two days,

- no overtime needed.
- That's brilliant, sir.

80 quid.

Half-price if you pay within 14 days.

Oof! Bastard! Argh!

Come here!

He's heading due east
along the ground floor.

Climbing up a floor.

Go, get him! Up a floor, now!

Try and keep up, lads.

'Suspect now in custody'

- Sir?
-
I've travelled so far...

Sorry about the disturbance, sir.

-
To change this lonely life...

Er, Bill Hixon? Lisa
Cranston, Boston Stump.

Our readers are dying
to know all about you.

In fact, your photograph was the
most clicked face of February.

I think it's the teeth.

We haven't got anything as
white and shiny round here.

- Well, my teeth are my greatest asset.
- Oh, good.

OK, quickfire round: Marmalade or Marmite?

OK, now you're just making up words.

Pyjamas or birthday suit?

Seriously?

I'm a cop. Just me and my six shooter.

Brexit. In or out?

In, obviously.

Or... out?

What's your greatest fear?

That my father was right about me.

Oh, snakes.

Snakes are my greatest fear.

OK, well, thank you, Lisa.

The Chief Constable is anxious
to get back to his desk, so...

I thought this was a meet and
greet? He hasn't met or gret.

Well, why don't we start right here?

Looks like a fine, patriotic household.

Hello.

I'm the new Chief Constable.

No, you're not.

You're American.

The Home Office directive of 2014

opened recruitment of senior officers

- to citizens of foreign countries.
- Why?

Because they spent two years
trying to find a Chief Constable

for East Lincolnshire and no
British CC wanted to touch the job.

I'm sure they didn't spin it that
way when they wooed you, though.

Up it, you two, section commanders
and above on walkabouts.

I'm not here for his bloody walkabout.

It's a resolved MissPers case,
ma'am. Mum lives at number 42.

Well, the press are here, Muriel,

maybe the new Chief would
like to deliver the good news.

That's the thing. It's resolved,
but it's not good news.

What's he going to do?

I haven't had any grief
counselling training.

You and every other copper in Boston, sir.

She's not home.

Are you Angela Stainsford?

Yeah.

That's me.

Mother of Melissa Jane Stainsford?

Been waiting ten years for
you lot to knock on that door.

Yeah, that's Mel.

I said, "Just go off and see the world.

"Don't be like your old
mum, stuck in this dump."

Yeah.

That's her.

My baby. My baby.

'So, he just found a severed head,
kept in the freezer for ten years?'

He's distraught, poor lad. He
didn't realise she was real.

Thought she was some hippy's art project.

So why did he keep her
head in a freezer, then?

- Thought she were made of marzipan.
- A marzipan art project.

Yeah, well, it's Arthur, sir,

he's a known nutter, but he's no killer.

Where the hell am I?

- Sorry about the ears.
- What ears? - Exactly.

They, er, snapped off when we took
the earrings out for identification.

- So, you're thinking... Ten years?
- It's anyone's guess.

That's the wonderful
thing about deepfreeze.

Fresh as the day it was picked.

Mineral deposits suggest
she was from the area,

hair tests positive for
cannabis from root to tip.

Well, then again, so
would mine. So, sue me.

So, did this happen before she
died? Or was it post-mortem?

Blood was still flowing when the
head was severed. Look at the cut.

No ragged edges. That's...
one single blow.

Would have taken a hell of
a lot of strength, that.

And a hell of a weapon.
Carbon reinforced steel.

Found it in a C-one Atlas.

You're looking for a machete,
a sword, an axe, perhaps.

Even an industrial cutter.

Any DNA on that blade?

- You don't have a DNA sequencer?
- It's 250 grand!

- It's just very common where I come from.
- You mean America.

I mean the 21st-century.

Yeah, so, she just walked out
the door one Thursday night.

- We had words, but...
- Can I ask, what about?

Boys. Nothing.

Mother daughter stuff.

You still haven't told
me what's happened to her.

Would you rather speak to
a family liaison officer?

I've talked to the FLOs.

Mm. Yeah.

They drank my tea and talked my legs off.

Never found her, though.

Never looked for her, far as I can tell.

So... boys.

She weren't no slag, if
that's what you're thinking.

That was me. I like the
boys and they like me.

No, Mel was the serious one.
Into exams and everything.

So, she had a serious boyfriend?

Well, yeah, I mean, her and
Marek were pretty keen.

You know, they were gonna go off together.

Marek? So he was Polish?

Presumably still is.

He's still around. He's cut his hair.

Did you suspect he had anything to
do with Melissa's disappearance?

Well, you would think so, wouldn't you?

But you lot didn't go after him.

You know, I see those foreign
lads on my way to work.

They're on the strong lager at 7 AM.

A lot of them work night shifts.

So, when we're on our breakfast,
they are on their after-work drinks.

How does that help Melissa?

I don't suppose it does, really.

I need to know everyone
that she knew. Mrs Stains...

I was a terrible mother!

I suppose you've realised
that already, haven't ya?

I failed her.

Now your turn, Miss Plod.

What's so bloody awful
that you can't tell me?

Love you.

Ms Stainsford, how are you?

How the bloody hell do you think I am?

Who did that to my little girl?

We are going to find out.

I give you my word, I have
every confidence in young...

- Muriel, sir.
- Her?!

She's 12. You're going to send
a tweenager to catch a maniac?!

I found the current address for
Melissa's former boyfriend.

Marek Rudnicka. I'm going there now.

Yeah, well, he does Muay Thai,
so I wouldn't let her go alone.

Ms Stainsford, Mr Hixon
is Chief Constable.

You don't understand, you don't have kids.

And you haven't lost a daughter, have you?

I thought I had.

I'm not like everyone else,
sir, I'm excited you're here.

It's like Ronaldo signed
for the Imps, you know?

Love what you did in Cincinnati.

Pro-oriented police reform.

69 point drop in citizen complaints,

56% down on citizen fatalities
during encounters with police...

Tell me about Queen Anne's.

- The street, the park, the pub, or the posh school?
- The school.

My daughter's just
started. What's the story?

Do they have any issues there?

Any substance abuse, that kind of thing?

We ran a self-harm awareness
event there last Halloween,

that was well attended.

I like you, Yeardsley, you remind
me of me when I was your age.

Smarter than the rest,
misunderstood, overweight,

- if you must know. - Seriously?
- Hard to believe, isn't it?

Er, I'm not fat.

I'm farm stock. I've got
three older brothers.

Every ounce of flesh is a war
I've waged for my very existence.

This isn't fat, it's
prime Lincolnshire pork.

It's good you're turning a disadvantage...

This isn't a disadvantage.

Mr Rudnicka? Marek Rudnicka?

It's Ruddy now. Mark Ruddy.

Boston's the Brexit capital of
Britain. Ruddy plays better.

Check the fuel tank.

Er, We'd like to talk to
you about the disappearance

of Melissa Stainsford.

Any idea where she might be?

You don't think you lot came
knocking down my door ten years ago?

Excuse me.

- OK.
- Jurek.

I've had pickers on my farm
from Poznan since I were a kid.

What happened between you
and Melissa Stainsford?

We'd saved up to go travelling.

Dubai, the Big Apple...

- But you didn't go.
- Packed my bags, Mel didn't show.

Her mum said she hadn't seen her.

I figured she ditched me and
went off with another bloke.

Nice place, this.

We are now the top agricultural
plant hire south of Grimsby.

Er, you started off with two plate
fillers and an onion loader.

Massey Ferguson said you
put down 100 grand cash.

Less then a year after
Melissa's disappearance.

It's a nice D-700 combine, that.

Carbon steel blades?

I have a wife and family now.

Wherever Melissa Stainsford
is, I've moved on.

You should stop referring
to her in the present tense.

Melissa's dead.

Somebody cut off her head
and put it in a field.

- Hey, Dad.
- There you are.

I thought you'd been abducted by aliens.

I called you 11 times.

Yeah, Dr Marks called me

and warned me you were
losing your shit again.

I am not losing my shit.

I'm just checking up on you.

New school, new country...

It's a school, Dad. Same backed up
toilets, same bat-shit teachers.

No Pledge of Allegiance, though.

- Honestly, these people...
- Yeah.

Do they seem happy to you?

I think they make it a
particular point of national pride

to be miserable all the time.

Well, this is a bit
coal-faced for you, isn't it?

I thought you were strictly upstairs?

The building only has two floors
and both of them are downstairs.

How can I help you?

A number. That's your forte, innit?

How many are you here to get rid of?

You're here to cut jobs.

I reckon it's what got
you the gig. So, how many?

- Six.
- Six? Well...

Hundred.

Combining departments, outsourcing
back-office and custody work.

Oh, and before you ask, just fine.

- I sleep just fine.
- 600.

So that's why you're here.

Hello?

'I think I'm onto something, sir.'

I've run your algorithms,
cross-referencing and that.

Melissa Stainsford had a Lincs Pass.

I've got the data.

She took the same bus nearly every
day to a place near Anton's Gowt.

Where are you, Yeardsley?

Er, I'm on the number 64
hopper with PC Cobley.

Cobley? What's he doing
there? He's a beat cop.

My bloody head. I found it.

- So, this is the bustling metropolis of Anton's Gowt.
- Yep.

What is a gowt, anyway?

What was Melissa doing here?

Follow me.

I used to play here when I was a kid.

These are bunkers.

Left over from the war. I'm
sure this was the place.

Yeah, I remember, we used to hide out here

and there was a way we could get in.

Bugger me!

Jesus Christ!

So we have four tables, 30 foot long,

plants eight inches apart,

so 180 plants, $300 per plant per
harvest, four harvests a year...

That's $200,000.

So, Melissa wasn't just smoking it,
she were growing it, wholesale.

Melissa? Nah...

Operation this size,
take a bit of know-how.

Or somebody already knew how.

Ruddy Marek!

Mel was the brains. I
was just the gardener.

We had so much of it, we
didn't know what to do.

We had Sainsbury's bags full of the stuff.

We needed to find someone to
take that volume off of us.

Someone?

There was this Russian in town...

What Russian? You mean Kraznov?

Oleg Kraznov?

His guys were selling shitty
weed at twice the price.

Melissa did a deal with them.

300 grand for the lot.

- 300 grand?
- Yes.

Between the two of you?

So, where is it? Where's the money?

I mean, if Oleg Kraznov
gave you 300 grand,

where's Melissa's share?

Mr Hopkins has been holding
this in his safe for ten years.

It's all there. 150 grand.

Waiting for Mel to come and get it.

Well, that's a first.

We've had dog, raccoon, even human...

but nothing this big.

Some of them are going to lose their
jobs, they need to blame somebody.

If you hired a baby-sitter, I'll kill you.

Go back inside. Right now.

- Go on.
- Is that the one whose daughter died?

How do you know about that?

Head in a fridge? Massive clickbait.

I don't want you are looking
at that kind of a thing.

- You can't protect me all my life.
- I'm a cop. It's my job.

You're not a cop.

Granddad was a cop, but you're
smarter than that, remember?

I heard you arrested Marek.

What did he say?

Ms Stainsford, I can't possibly...

I'm sorry, I can't stop...

.. thinking about how Mel died.

Hi. I'm Kelsey.

Hi, Kelsey.

- This is Angie. She is...
- I'm a nobody.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Do you like pizza? Angie?

Dad forgot to book a baby-sitter.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It would really help us
out, wouldn't it, Dad?

Sure.

Come on.

Bravo!

- This is Bill Hixon.
- Our new Chief Constable.

Lady Harborough.

Lady H is my mum. I'm Mary.

The Right Honourable Judge
Mary Harborough, QC.

- Drink?
- Please.

I suppose it's only fair.

We sent enough of our
cast-offs to the States.

I'm pretty sure my ancestors
left of their own volition.

- Probably had something to do with the food.
- Ta.

Wait a minute, you're not
the same Judge Harborough

who granted bail to the satellite
thief this morning, are you?

Mr Dennison has three young children

and a wife currently undergoing
radiotherapy at Lincoln County.

I get it. If I grew up in a castle,

I'd probably try to help
the peasants as well.

Mr Hixon, you are everything
I thought you'd be.

Only more ripped.

Our deep thanks go to Lord and
Lady Harborough for hosting us

to raise funds for the Kraznov
wing of the children's hospice,

here at Stickney.

So, that's Oleg Kraznov, huh?

The very man.

Kraznov does a lot of
work for charity, Bill.

He runs a haulage firm out of Grimsby.

KTT refrigerated trucks, the
construction business, all the rest.

Just classic front for organised crime.

Right. He's coming over.

Try not to talk shop. I'm
not that stupid. Mm...

- Bill Hixon, Chief Constable.
- Kraznov.

Thank you for supporting
our little evening. Please.

This is my community now.

I can see how hard you've worked
to make it your community.

I came to Lincolnshire to make
a better life for my family.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for a psychotic killer.

Mm. I read about that girl.

"That girl's" name was Melissa Stainsford.

She was 19-years-old.

And a known business
associate of Oleg Kraznov.

Isn't that your car, Chief Constable?

Looks like someone's stealing it.

Hey! Hey!

I am so sorry, ma'am.

- I need to borrow this for police business.
- Right...

Fuck!

Goddamn it!

Argh!

He's going to do the dirty on her.

Everyone's so... normal.

You either get zeros or
thinner on American TV.

Was it the Botox and anorexia? Is
that why your dad brought you here?

I don't know why we're here.

He doesn't exactly blend in.

He doesn't blend in anywhere.

He says it keeps him objective.

Yours is the first case I've
seen him get involved in.

He must really like you.

It isn't about me.

That's Mel.

- That...
- Could be you.

He's for it, now!

'Fuck you! Was it worth it?

- 'You mess around with my daughter?'
- Kelsey?

Twat...

'Fuck you, was it worth it?

'Huh? You mess around with my daughter?'

Oh, my God...

Who sent this?

Christ!

Right, well I'll leave you two to talk.

We fuck them up, Mr Hixon.

We don't mean to, but we do.

That's a strange proverb, Angie.

- But thank you.
- Well, I'll let myself out.

At least now I know why we left Miami.

You beat up the star quarterback.

He was bullying you.

And those photos...

- How do you know about those?
- I'm the police.

Did you go through my phone?

What would you expect?!

- After what happened.
- What happened?

Go on, say it.

Say it!

My daughter tried to kill herself.

Did you get fired? From Miami?

Did you get fired because of this?

He filed a complaint, the
Department paid him off,

I agreed to quit.

I didn't know there was a video.

So that's why we're here.

Because of me.

You didn't tell me about the video.

I didn't know about the video.

I hired you to make me look good.

Instead of that, I look like a dick.

Again.

- You hit a child!
- Oh, come on!

He was 18-years-old and built
like a brick shit house.

He put pictures of my
daughter on the internet.

- He's lucky I left my gun at home.
- Wild Bill, eh?

Well, you can take a few days off
until the fallout... falls out.

Lydia's going to man the
fort in the meanwhile.

And if I say no?

Well, it's less of a suggestion,
more of a suspension.

You can have two weeks off with no pay.

I thought you were a lot
smarter than this, Bill.

Oh, I am.

I quit.

Er, sir!

Erm...

That video of you was distributed
from our own servers.

From this building? Are you sure?

I need you to tell me who sent it.

I can't. I owe her too much, sir.

Lydia.

Hey, you're not bailing
on us, are you, sir?

Please.

You promised Ms Stainsford, sir.

What's this?

You said to check the database for
cannabis arrests from back then.

I didn't expect quite so many.

Well...

as you people like to
say, bugger me sideways.

Caution for cannabis possession?
What does this have to do with...

.. me?

I had a hard time keeping
that out of the paper.

I was a pupil barrister
in London at the time,

but I still came home every
weekend for my laundry

and an eighth of Lincolnshire green gold.

Our notes say you didn't
know your dealer's name?

Or was it that you just didn't
want to make any trouble for her?

It was Melissa Stainsford, wasn't it?

She disappeared on January 8th,

your caution was on January
10th, so you saw her.

Did she seem frayed?

Erm...

She didn't turn up. It was a
man. Some bloke -- Polish.

Her boyfriend, he said.

He'd been in a fight.

It was Marek.

He had scratches on him two
days after Melissa disappeared.

I'm pulling into his yard now.

'I thought you had resigned,
sir? Be careful, sir.'

Shit. He's leaving.

Yeardsley, what else you got on this?

'Right. I've looked back
through his employment records.

'When he first came to England,
Marek worked for Grimsby boats.

- 'His gang master was...'
- Oleg Kraznov.

'So they were in it
together. Kraznov and Marek.

'They killed her for the weed.'

Remind me never to partner with you.

Partner?

With some Polack farmer growing
weed in a council flat?

Huh. Bollocks to that.

Let's get you out of here.

The Russian killed her.

Did he? You're the one
who fought with her,

you had scratches all over your
face, do you remember that?

She threw a plate at me. A woman's
never thrown a plate at you?

A Foreman Grill, once.
What did you fight about?

I don't remember. It's what
we did. We fought, we made up.

It doesn't matter what I say,
you still think I'm guilty.

Oh, I know you're guilty, I just
don't know what you're guilty of.

All right. Last chance.

Tell me something I can understand.

We fought, she got
emotional, it was nothing.

Oh, please. This is
Lincolnshire, not Napoli.

I've been here a week, already I
know Boston girls don't draw blood

just cos you put a wet
towel on the bedroom floor!

What did you do to her?

Hey, what did you do to her?!

I fucked another woman.

OK?

- Who'd you sleep with?
- Does it matter?

Mel found out.

It had nothing to do with her death.

That Russian dupek chopped off her head

and left it in the field for the crows,

- and you're doing nothing about it.
- What about the weed factory?

Somebody smashed that place up.
Oleg didn't even know where it was!

What'd he say? "Growing
weed in a council flat"?

Mel was pissed at you.

And she smashed up the place
because you were fucking around!

And then...

And then she what?! Cut her own head off?

I'm no detective, Mr Hixon.

Clearly... neither are you.

'Neither of them killed her.
None of this makes any sense.'

Well, you know what they say, sir.

When you've eliminated the impossible,

whatever remains, however
improbable, must be the truth.

What idiot says that?
Her head was cut off.

'She smashed up the bunker,
she came out into this field...'

We're making progress, sir.

'There is no "we", DC Yeardsley.

'There was no "we" when
I was Chief Constable,

'there's even less of a "we" now.'

I only came here to get my life on track.

Now I'm disgraced, humiliated,
probably unemployable,

my own daughter won't speak to
me, and she's the only reason

I came to this godforsaken
cabbage patch in the first place!

So, who did it, sir?

Who cut off Melissa Stainsford's head?

Were you listening? I don't do this.

- No-one did it.
- 'What do you mean?'

What are you on about, sir?

'S... hello? Hello?'

I'm sorry, Angie. We
know how Melissa died.

She jumped off the wind
turbines in Langrick and...

.. the blades...

I think Melissa found out
that Marek was cheating on her.

Broke her heart.

I wish there was something
that I could do,

but nobody's responsible.

Do you reckon?

What about Marek?

And that sad slag he shagged?

They both...

.. they both may as
well have cut her throat.

Poor Mel.

Poor Angie!

Yeah, she was shocked. And very upset.

Wouldn't want to be the other woman
when Angie gets a hold of her.

Girls can be vicious.

What do you mean?

Oh! It's Angie. It's a voicemail.

What is she saying?

She knows we're leaving...?

It's so windy. I think
she's saying... goodbye?

Christ!

You stay here. Don't move!

Shit.

Angie!

Leave me alone!

This is between me and my daughter.

- I know what happened.
- No, you don't!

You were the other woman.

Shut up.

You slept with Marek.

I said, shut up! Shut up.

You knew he was a bad guy, you were
just trying to prove it to her.

It's not your fault.

I was jealous of her. I was
jealous of my own daughter.

I shagged her boyfriend.

And that's why she jumped.
That's what you said!

Stop! Angie! Stop. Listen.

There's 150 grand cash in a bag.

You can have it.

You can use it to help
people... I don't know.

I'm way out of my league, here.

She hated me!

And there was me, I was
thinking, she could be somewhere.

She could be living somewhere,

happy.

You got a second chance
with your daughter.

But what about me?

I never got a chance to say sorry.

I think you just did.

Whoa, what's wrong?

I took two boxes of Aspridine
Extra in case I chickened out.

Kelsey! Call an ambulance!

OK! OK!

Mel? Mel!

I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry. - It's all
right. - I'm so sorry...

Stay with me. It'll be OK.

Already dressed for Houston.

And goodbye to the good people of Britain.

What if they're actually happy,
Dad? And it's you that's miserable?

Me? Miserable?

There are boxes in the garage
that we haven't touched since Mom.

My God, you'd stay... here.

You're a cop here, Dad. You look...

Like a drowning man?

You looked like Grampa.

Jesus.

You'd stay?

Mm-hmm.

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