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20 seconds late, I'm fucking dead.

That was fucking shit.

A tad slower than last week.

It's your fault, mate.

Fuck off, Green.

It means the drinks are on you tonight.

Can't tonight, lads.

Jane's about to pop and I need to

be home for a change.

Bullshit, you're coming out with us.

I'm not coming out with you.

I said I won't be long, okay?

You know, if you want, you can just

go home.

Yeah, go home to your wife.

Hey, Harris, cool it.

Besides, he knows the truth about his wife.

What you reading, hun?

Just something for school.

Good.

What time are you meeting the girls?

Well, dinner's at eight, but I think I'm

going to go to Amy's soon.

Well, be very careful.

I'll pick you up at the car park,

9.30. Be there or be square.

I know.

Yeah, I know you do.

Okay.

She's going to Amy's tonight.

What's wrong, hun?

I know that face.

We've just got to face it, our little

girl's grown up.

I mean, can't stop her from going to

parties, too.

Ravensville's no place for a girl to grow

up, Bill.

We've discussed this.

We're not moving.

Stop it.

What's for dinner?

You'd rather put your job before your family.

When are you going to realise they're fucking

you over at work?

What's it got to do with what we're

talking about?

You've just got to realise your daughter's grown up!

She's not sick anymore.

She needs a fucking life.

You can't live in fear.

It's not fear, it's being fucking careful.

Cheers!

[Girls chatting]

For fuck's sake, Sally.

I already told you I'll be home soon.

Give me a second.

Who the fuck was that?

You again?

Out!

I won't tolerate any more violence in my bar!

You motherfucker!

Get out!

I really don't know what to do.

You know, I was thinking we could get

a brownie.

It's big enough to share.

I've never really been a brownie girl, you know

It's really good, though.

Oh my God, they're so drunk.

That's going to be you in a few hours

Oh my God.

Um, who's texting you?

It's just my dad, calm down.

Okay.

I'm going to top up, who wants some?

I recognise that.

Yesterday's bust-in was good to us, huh?

Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez.

Six year sentence and a whole load of

coke for us.

Piss off, Finch.

Nothing compares to when Harris and

I fucked with that Jamison company.

We brought that fucker to his knees.

Yeah, you fuckers got him good.

And this shit got me good too.

Okay, well now I really have to go.

Oh, already?

It's so early.

Are you sure you don't want to come

to mine?

You know, I would love to, but I can't

I have to be up early.

My dad's got me doing this hike thing.

The next time, I promise you, I will

stay there.

Alright, but I'm holding you to that.

How are you getting home?

My dad's waiting for me in the car

park.

I have to be there in like five

minutes.

Do you want me to walk you there?

No, Amy, I'll be fine, I promise.

Okay, fine, come here.

Thank you for coming.

We'll see you on Sunday.

Happy birthday.

Bye, guys.

Crazy bastards.

Watch out!

Back up, back up.

What the fuck happened?

Shut up and open the trunk.

Really?

Do as I fucking say.

She's not here.

I called her when I got in the

car, yeah.

Yeah.

She texted me when I left.

Have you got Amy's number?

Alright.

Try Amy.

And I'll keep looking for her.

Alright.

Some night you've had, huh?

Where's your shirt?

It's in the wash.

Good.

You can put the washing machine on today.

Let me remind you, we've got breakfast with

my parents in an hour.

So you might want to get up now.

Can you bring me some water?

Get it yourself.

I'm so tired of your shit.

I'm not having this anymore, Jay.

Fuck off, Sally.

Next time you text me telling me you're

coming home, don't show up four hours later.

Do you think I don't know you were

hitting the heavy stuff last night?

Just fucking shut up, Sally.

The next time you cross my line of

fire, I'll fucking deck you.

You got that clear?

That room was mine to clear, not yours.

Fuck off for fuck's sake.

You wanna go?

Alright that's enough!

You're still at work!

If you're still pissed about what happened the other day

You only have yourself to blame.

We could have done things differently.

You don't need to bring that up now.

Just walk away.

No, he's right.

We fucked up.

But it was either that or lose our jobs.

Yeah damn right we fucked up.

You got the money?

Right here.

Give me the shit.

Surprise!

Don't fucking move!

Please.

Save the excuses.

Give me the fucking drugs.

Give me the fucking drugs.

And the money.

And the money.

Now fuck off.

You guys definitely picked the wrong night for

a transaction.

Just let me go, man.

We scored big tonight.

Missing girl, apparently.

Eve Johnson.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why?

Why don't you say louder?

Oh shit.

I don't give a damn about his past.

We've got to stop excusing his reckless behaviour.

Look, I've known Anderson for a while now.

And I tell you, he's not going to change

Losing a sister can leave pretty big scars.

I get it.

But that doesn't give him the right to

be an arsehole all the time.

No, I get you.

The guy does whatever the fuck he wants.

So why the fuck are we still entertaining

him at Ravensville PD?

There's literally a new complaint about him every

fucking week.

And the boss is too scared to do

anything about it.

Probably because he's convenient to the boss.

I just don't know how long we can

keep covering for him.

Like what happened the other week.

We get called out to Crazy Joe's house

on the armed response team.

Some neighbour saw him with a gun.

You know the guy, right?

Yeah.

So we get there and break the door down.

And Anderson runs right up to Crazy Joe,

who's sat on his sofa.

And smacks him right in the brow, right

here, with the stock of his rifle.

Crazy Joe goes down, knocked out on the floor

Anderson runs right up to him and kicks

him in the ribs, breaking three.

Fuck.

So Harris and Burke hold Anderson back.

I cuff the guy and I move him

towards the stairs.

Somehow, Anderson caught up with us, knocked the

guy over.

Crazy Joe falls down a flight of stairs

and breaks his arm in the process.

That's really bad.

We should have stopped him the other night.

I know, but in some fucked up way,

I kind of like the guy.

He had to break a few fingers to

get my dad's pension approved.

He's been really good with Dixon lately, with

the house.

He's even bought the baby a few things.

Yeah, because he fucking owes him.

He's one of these guys that buys respect.

I gotta go, man.

I'll catch you tomorrow.

How was your meal?

It was fine.

Good.

Let's stop for a drink next door.

For God's sake, Bill.

Let me catch up, Luca.

You're too slow, Amelia.

Help me, Luca.

Thank you.

That's what brothers are for.

I'll always look after you, Amelia.

I'll always look after you, Amelia.

Help me, Luca.

Luca, Luca, Luca.

So you think you can get away with it?

When you owe us money?

What do you take us for?

Fools?

So you think you can just walk away?

I think we're gonna have to make an

example out of you.

We gotta get the message out there.

That there are consequences when he owes money.

We can't be seen losing face.

[Luca screams]

Now this'll be an improvement.

I'll always look after you, Amelia.

Check the cameras.

I did.

They're all glitched.

Fuck!

Yeah.

Yeah.

Alright, mate.

Alright.

Finch is dead.

What?

He's been found dead by his own daughter.

Some maniac's ripped his eyes out.

What the fuck is happening?

Finchy always played a dangerous game.

Clearly shit caught up to him.

Right now there's nothing we can do.

So load up.

We're running the course again.

I guess I'm your new addiction, huh?

What the fuck are you doing?

I haven't seen my mum for a while.

Doesn't seem like Finch's wife's taking it too

bad.

They were going through a divorce, you idiot.

Fuck her, she's a bitch anyway.

It's the kids I care about.

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In other news...

What the fuck was he doing here anyway?

Are you actually surprised?

Get admin on the line.

I want a list of every arrest Burke

made since the first day on the job.

Okay?

I don't get it.

Why go for the Jack the Ripper style murder?

It makes no sense.

You don't get it, huh?

There's someone out there to make us suffer.

Boss just called.

There's been a suicide.

CID's over stretch and he's insisting we attend.

Well someone tell the boss that that's not

our job.

He's insisting we attend.

The woman's hysterical.

Who's the guy?

Don't know yet.

Shot himself in the head.

The gun was his.

It checks out.

What's his wife saying?

He was probably drunk.

His drinking habits spiralled out of control as

soon as she went missing.

And now she's been found dead.

Right.

Let's go.

What's up?

CID have a job to do.

Come in.

Commissioner Myers.

You asked to see me.

Is everything alright?

No Anderson.

Everything is far from alright.

We've lost three men in five days.

How the fuck do you explain that?

Deliberate targeting sir.

Well that much is fucking obvious isn't it?

Three of your men.

Three of your well trained, highly skilled, competent men.

All dead.

And not a fucking trace of who did it.

Well.

First of all.

It's the last time you're going to speak

to me that way.

You got that?

And now.

What do you suggest sir?

First.

I want a full review of each incident.

Look out for any connections.

Any commonalities.

I want to increase patrols in high risk areas.

After that.

I want the culprit's head on my fucking desk.

Consider it done.

Sir.

Amelia Allen.

Before she was married.

Do you remember her?

Can't say I do.

Should I?

She went to our school.

Must've been in your year or so.

Nah, my teenage years were a blur.

Right, well, she came to Ravensville when she was fifteen.

Moved from some shabby town in England.

Her family were gypsy travellers, and not good people.

Her brother got in with the wrong crowd.

Owed some money.

And ended up paying for it with his face.

Now that you say that.

I do remember the family.

And that case.

Yeah.

Shit caught up to him.

Besides the husband's death.

What's that got to do with us?

She's the mother of that girl.

We.

You know.

So?

What is she going to do?

Come and kill us all?

Look man.

I'm just saying.

Rumours as a child were that family were

into their gypsy witchcraft.

If that's even a thing.

Yo.

Are you thinking of breaking in?

No we wait.

It's better if we catch her in the act.

How long are we going to wait?

Till the cows come home.

Or better said.

Till that psychopath comes home.

Fucking hell John.

You're at it again.

Come on mate.

Get out my chair.

I've got shit loads to do.

Father.

Yes, my son.

I need to talk to you.

Yes.

Of course.

How may I be of assistance?

I work for Ravensville.

PD.

Under something evil.

Something supernatural following us.

Mother of God.

Ravensville.

I am deeply sorry for your...

Losses.

Evil takes many forms.

But be strong.

For even in the darkest of times.

There is always light.

It's the devil himself.

How do I stop it?

What makes you say that?

Because nothing makes sense anymore.

These deaths are too odd.

To be carried out by men.

The forces of darkness are all around.

They seek to destroy and corrupt.

The faith is stronger than any evil.

How do I stop it?

You keep an opened mind my son.

I have to go.

God bless you my son.

You go to church?

Not since I was nine.

Why do you ask?

Because you know the devil is out there

to get us man.

You gotta drop that shit.

It's not good for you.

Just the two of us.

Haven't you realised that?

Yeah of course I have.

But I don't let it get to me.

Come on man.

None of this scares you?

Joseph Conrad once wrote.

It was written I should be loyal to

the nightmare of my choice.

I don't let it get to me no.

If you say so.

Look I gotta get going.

With all this shit going on I forgot

I had a family.

You stay safe.

And I'll see you tomorrow at the funeral.

You take care.

And say hi to Sally for me.

Will do.

Hey.

Just know that.

I really appreciate you.

You're a good friend.

What the fuck?

Who are you?