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That place.

Those people.

And you'll never be any good!

You'll never be anybody!

You fucking hear me?

Connolly?

Eat up and get your shitty little ass to
school.

Late as always.

Had to drag him down.

Such an unlikable child.

It's the new boy, huh?

It is.

Maitland.

We're going for a few drinks on
Thursday.

Bit of fun and games.

Got a few others coming too.

Should be a good one, Bill.

Maybe we can get some nice food in then.

Show them how it's done around here.

They do like a good drink more than
food, but, uh... Sure, why not?

Connolly!

School! Now!

You two, get out.

Maitland.

This is Mr.

Howard Thomas.

And this is Mr. Alan Prescott.

Extremely well respected in the home.

You'll treat these men with the respect
that they deserve.

People lie.

Connolly, who you've just seen, he ain't
capable of that.

They're deadbeats.

They'll probably end up in prison.

They're humanity's scum.

And we don't want that for you.

We want greater things from you.

Whatever we ask.

Yeah, you do it Whatever that you

Do it

That's the way we all get along

around it

The welcome earlier marks maintenance
his name he's gonna

be a model Nice

coats really nice coats as nice as your
skanky trousers

though his shit air fuck off

Give it then Fuck off, I said.

St. Leonard's scum.

You okay?

That's our money, Jacko. Our food.

Well, what are we going to do?

Chips?

What about school?

Well, we ain't going to fucking school
now, are we?

Come on.

um um

Here he is.

I heard you were gracing us with your
presents.

Drink? Later on, yeah.

Good to have you back, fella.

Come on, Jacko.

Come on.

Keep it calm.

Come on, Jacko.

Come on, Paul.

I don't know. I was putting it down,
like, right in there. Are you going to

your neck up under that, Paul? No, I was
looking up.

Jacko's back in the game, boys. All
right, son.

Get a place where we can go, Jacko.
Yeah, a bit much, eh, something, man?

All right, you can fucking move. No,
that's my school. Oh, fucking hell.

Hey, take it easy now, mate. Of course,
mate.

Spilled the beans in, you know, caught
in that.

Fucking hell, Lee. First night back,
leave it out, will you?

Have a good night, fellas.

Yeah, come on, Lee. Poor fuck has been
through it, mate.

Last thing he needs is to recuperate
all.

Again. All right, fucking hell, get
lively.

Just glad you're back, yeah?

We're both glad you're back, Jack.

We'll leave you alone soon. Easy, boys.
You'll be dropping your pants in a

minute. I don't fucking think so.

You 18?

Take that off, will you?

It's not fucking cold in here, is it?
Sorry, mate. Fuck off. Go on. Go on.

Oi, Lee.

You seen that salt in the leather
trousers?

Oh, who ain't, Jacko?

Can they spade on or what?

Little point going on there, though,
son. Yeah.

That mate ain't great.

Lee, you fucking idiot. She's a copper,
is what I'm saying.

Mate of Jason's.

Yeah, I knew that. I was just fucking
about, weren't I?

ID, please, girls.

Really? ID?

We're in our 30s, mate. Doing it by the
books, ain't I, darling? You should know

all about that. You should be flattered,
really, girls.

I just want to rest in a little outfit
you've got in there, sweetheart.

That's original.

You fancy taking down my particulars?

I'd say there's nothing in particular to
take down.

Apart from your corny jokes.

Hold up, hold up. He's been on TV
before. Don't face that one.

How much was it?

Oh, this has worked you out already,
Jacko.

You're a bit small to be a bouncer,
aren't you?

Tiki Bits.

Are they bothering you?

No, it's fine.

They should be fucking chatting if you
don't want them to.

I'll take that thing now if they're
laughing.

Some sorts in tonight, eh, Jacko?

Fucking too right.

Oh, God.

I like the burn, though.

Oh.

It's Rebecca, dear good boy.

Catch up with you later.

Right, I'm off, Jacko.

How'd your night go?

Yeah, it went well.

Yeah, nice.

All right. See you Thursday, yeah? That
ain't true.

What do you mean?

Oh, I felt like a bit of a useless prick
tonight, Steve. You know, I couldn't

get stuck in.

Come on, mate, what do you expect?

You just got off a ten -year stretch for
GBH.

Of course you're going to feel a bit
uneasy, mate.

Don't beat yourself up about it, all
right?

I fucking don't.

I'm just saying it might take a little
while, yeah?

Yeah. Your head's going on, ain't ya?

She said to me.

It is way past your bedtime.

Fuck.

Nothing for you to see here.

She does not want to come with you.

Move it away.

Fuck off, mate. This ain't nothing to do
with you. It's that fucking little

bouncer prick in the club, John, isn't
it? Look.

I ain't got a fucking clue what's going
on.

Jog on.

Fucking jogging nowhere, son.

You're not in the fucking doors now,
mate. I can do what the fuck I want.

you fucking mug. They were fucking
coming on to us. They were fucking

to us, all right? They're fucking
pissheads, all right?

Mug.

All right, all right.

Fuck off.

I'm not a slapper.

No.

You shouldn't let her get in this sort
of state, you know?

How have they got to do with you? No.

Are you going to be sick? No, I'm fine.
I'm still fine.

Still fine.

How much has she had?

No, it's fucking fun. It's a great date.

What with those idiots? That's dangerous
fun, darling.

Oh, and grabbing someone by the neck and
threatening to beat them up, that's

okay, is it?

You'll piss Sweetheart.

Have a proper think about this tomorrow,
yeah?

Go on, get in.

Stop crying.

Oh, there you go.

Come on.

There we are.

You all right? I'm not so mad.

There you go, mind your head.

Alright, you in?

Mind your feet.

No thank you, then.

You know what?

I know men like you.

Antagonising.

Intimidating.

Not fit.

Those words, I might agree with you,
darling.

It's not a bloody joke.

I can't afford to... No.

My career can't afford to get involved
in this petty shit.

I was on fucking off home tonight,
darling.

And then I stopped to help you with your
shit.

Yours, not mine.

Yeah, exactly.

My concerns, my problems, my life.

You all right, Liz?

I should have just left you and your
wasted fat friend to it.

It's not fat.

Fucking chubby, though.

He hit you, sweetheart.

If a fella's willing to raise his hand
to a woman, then he'll go all out

eventually. You know it. Okay, okay.

You're right about that.

Thank you.

You love him?

I know of them. I've seen them around.

Always trying it on.

I'm Jacko.

Nice to meet you.

I saw you in the club tonight.

Looking at me.

All night.

Shag a cop a night tonight was it?

Your first time Because the copper and a
bounce is a match made in heaven, isn't

it?

I think it's all Cool Having goes this
fat description.

Oh, it's them. It's just here in the
left.

Thank you

Thank you.

I do mean that.

So this thing going nowhere, then,
though?

Oh, I doubt it.

Can't see them reporting it. They're
cowards.

You'll be fine, Jacko.

I meant us.

You know Jim's cafe on the I Street?

Er, yeah, I think so.

Well, meet me there tomorrow, if you
really meant that. Thank you.

Bye -bye.

So, that's two large breakfasts, extra
mushrooms and extra bacon on one, yeah?

Extra sausage, too, please, love.

OK, darling.

I'll bring it over.

Thank you. Another cuppa?

I'll let you know, sweetheart.

Pretty please?

She's really, really nice.

Just leave it, Kimmy.

I can already claim.

Hello, Jacko.

Here, sit.

Tea?

Coffee.

Milk. No sugar.

Sweet enough, eh?

Coffee, milk, no sugar over here,
please, sweetheart.

Oh, please, darling.

Thank you.

This is your local, is it? Yeah.

It's a proper breakfast.

I've got your large one, I hope you
don't mind.

Thank you. No problem.

God, I need this.

Bit unloved, are we?

Could say that.

Shit. I just realised that I don't know
your name.

Anthea.

Hello, Anthea.

Um, so, uh, Jacko.

I just wanted to apologise for last
night and thank you for dropping us

What's up, dear darling?

Actually, is there any sugar?

Yeah.

Can we get some sugar over here, please,
sweetheart?

Breakfast is nearly ready, Jacko. Thank
you.

Stop it.

I fucking told you to stop it.

This place is authentic.

Yeah. Pop a grub so you'll see.

There you go.

Smile. Get some brown salt for that,
please, love. Oh, yes, darling.

Look,

sorry, Jacko.

I fucking told you to stop that.

Oi!

Take it easy, yeah?

What's it got to do with you?

Don't slap the kid.

I'm sorry.

Is she yours?

Fucking some people.

Don't know what that shit does.

Yeah, look, sorry, Jacko, I'm going to
have to go. I can't eat this, I'm too

hungover, and I've got to get to work.

Did you finish your coffee?

No, thanks again for last night.

I've got three.

I'll see you around, yeah?

Thank you.

and you'll never be injured you'll never
be anybody you hear me

hello

boys

how are you today bag of chips mate so
vinegar yeah please is the word

let's see your money then

Here. You're short, boys.

What? No, we ain't. I'm joking with you.
I was talking about your height.

Mug.

Oi, do you want these chips or not?

Sorry, mate.

Didn't mean it. We're just hungry, ain't
we, Liam?

It's your friend you want to have a word
with, lad.

Mark. Oi!

Get cautious, my love.

I wish we could have this every day.

Same here.

Stalin wouldn't let it, would he?

Wanker.

We make it pro.

We could have this every day, though.
Alien.

Foxes don't eat chips, you mug.

They eat steak.

Every meal.

Every day.

Just steak, Jacko.

I'm going to wear red and white shorts
when I make it.

Proper smart.

It'll make Helen and Cathy proud, eh?

We could pay for them to sit right at
the front.

We'll just become champs.

I'll be the middleweight champ and
you'll be the skinny right champ.

I don't think I'll grow much more, you
know.

Jacko, it's OK, cos we feet big.

We'll make it big.

And we'll get lots of money. We'll get
the fuck out of here.

But our place, we live together.

And we'll get all the girls.

All the girls.

Mr. Connolly? Yeah, who's asking?

I'm DCI Mayor, and this is DI Clements.

Do you have five minutes?

What for?

We need to talk to you about your time
growing up in St. Leonard's Children's

Home.

I've heard my fill of you a lot lately,
to be honest.

So we've heard, Mr. Connolly.

We have called by a few times now, but
unfortunately you've been out.

We've got some information that's going
to come as a shock to you, Mr. Connolly,

so it may be beneficial if you take a
seat.

What's this about, love?

Take a seat, please, Mr Connolly.

OK.

You've got me worried now, you two have.

We need to talk to you about a very
sensitive subject matter.

It's regarding your old children's home,
St Leonard's.

What you said, what about it?

It's been part of a large -scale
investigation with regards to the

abuse that happened there. The
investigation, while still ongoing, have

uncovered some, quite frankly, extremely
disturbing facts.

We're here to inform you that six of
your eight housemates from St. Leonard's

are now unfortunately deceased.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr
Connolly? I'm talking about children in

your dormitory.

Children that you grew up with at St.
Leonard's.

Yeah, I do.

The six.

How?

Regrettably, over the years, the six
individuals, they took their own lives.

They committed suicide, Mr Connolly.

We know this isn't an easy conversation,
Mr Connolly, but we need to inform you

of all the facts.

I'm afraid I have to tell you that
another child in your care home, Liam

Carroll, has also recently taken his own
life.

Liam.

We were not brothers, we were... I'm so
sorry, Paul.

far as the investigation proving
fruitful.

In terms of securing custodial
sentences, the investigation didn't

results we thought it might.

Two of the three main alleged
perpetrators received far more lenient

than we were hoping for or expected, and
that was totally out of our control, Mr

Connolly.

Do you understand?

We're telling you about this because
soon it's going to be on national

television and in all forms of the
media.

Yeah. We need to make you aware of the
facts of the case and of the up -and

-coming legal exposure.

But most of all, we need protection.

And we have a phone that will tell you,
I suppose.

Why do you think they do that?

Take the piss.

Don't know.

Do you think Stalin's right?

We're nothing.

Scum.

He's always saying it, ain't they?

Don't know, Paul. Just leave it, yeah?

OK.

But I don't think we are.

Just fucking leave it, Jacko. Come on.

It's all right, Jacko.

It's gonna be all right, mate.

Hiya, Jacko.

How'd you find me?

I'm a policewoman.

You gotta say more.

Sorry about the mess. It ain't normally
like this.

You're not joining me then?

Look, can I put the music on or
something?

Lighten the mood.

It's not really going how I thought it
might.

Yeah, if you want.

Yeah?

These are surprisingly well -ordered.

Oh, my God, Jacko, you are going to have
to dance with me.

No. It's one of my favourite songs ever.

I can't believe you've got this.

Why? Someone like me don't like good
music.

You can have to dance with me, Jacko.

Nah.

Cause I would.

And you'll never be Egypt!

You'll never be anybody!

You fucking hear me?

Nice. That's it. One, two.

Go.

Hook. Go.

Hello, boys. How are we?

Hi, Cuffee.

What's up, little one?

He's in a bit of a strop, isn't he?

It's all right, Alan.

It'll cheer up in our coffees here,
won't it, Paul? Liam, I didn't say that.

Jack, I said he's going to marry you,
Cuff.

Oh. Jacko, that's sweet.

Look, we'll just get on it.

We're meant to be learning discipline,
not talking about someone marrying my

missus. All right? Guide up, Jacko.

You lads need a bit of food sorting.

Calf.

Steak, please, calf.

Cheeky kid.

Not even I get that, fella.

Come here, Paul.

It ain't about size.

It's about power.

Technique. Speed.

Most of all, most of all, belief.

Mental attitude, Jacko.

You've got to believe it, and you can do
it.

Because you're Jack the Lad, aren't you?

Right,

let's go.

Go on, Jacko.

Pretend it's your friend, Stalin.

Fuck off, Liam.

Head down. Keep those hands up, boy.

Hold it. Hold it. Stop.

I can't pull you.

You got a guide?

What's up?

You're leaving, aren't you?

Are you kidding me?

Are you actually serious?

Jacko.

I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?

You really are a piece of work, aren't
you?

Got what you wanted, did you?

Shut the cover.

Fuck you, Jacko.

the end of the 18 -year -long period.

You all can hear it's been way too long,
we can hear it. But now, we're going to

cross the line with the old lady, the
great and new, Officer Leonard Johnson,

child abuse investigation.

After the hearing, the doctor who
investigated Mellon said that Operation

Madison had revealed a harrowing tale of
systematic heart attack at Mellon's

children's home in the idyllic epic
countryside.

Then at least him for that and the
conspiracy of silence that had ruined

children's lives over many years could
finally be drawn to a close.

It's reported that out of the 3 ,000
children thought to have passed through

home's doors between 1965 and its
closure in 1984, that as many as 70

may have been ritually abused at the
home.

However, police believe that those
figures indicating the number of victims

extremely likely to be inaccurate and
potentially do not represent the full

extent of the appeal.

And for you, it's Jacko.

Glad you didn't pick up. It makes it
easier to say.

Look, I was a total prick the other
night.

And I'm sorry.

There's just a lot going on at the
moment. I'm trying hard to change

It's just not easy, you know.

It's not fucking easy.

So... I need you to be patient.

And if you do like me in that sort of
way, then... I don't know. I just need

get out of London for a day, so...

Will you come?

Tomorrow or soon?

That's it really. Okay, bye.

Hello, beautiful.

Hi, Jacko.

Don't fuck your ear.

Long old drive to be sat here on my tod
all day.

Yeah, well, after the horrible way you
treated me the other night.

And you didn't come.

To be honest, a day out of London is
what attracted me.

A day away from all the crap.

So be warned.

This is your last chance, okay?

I'll make today count.

That's a jack -o' -promise.

Even in this shit.

Yeah, we picked a good day for it,
didn't we?

What shall we do?

I'm not a player, so far.

I'm not sure.

Real life.

But I'm fond of you.

But I'll keep it to myself, cause I'll
probably think of you more

than you'd want me to.

But I'll bask in the light that shines
on me

when I think of you.

You're my perfect present.

You're my holiday.

Oh, you're my holiday.

You're my perfect present.

You're my holiday.

Oh,

I'm not sure if you realize.

I'm quite fond of you.

I'm quite fond of you.

The play's been good, right?

Yeah, it has.

You surprised me.

I used to love these as a kid.

I can tell.

What were you like as a kid?

Not a bit of a tearaway.

Hmm.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Go on, what did you get up to?

Mmm.

That's a don't -go -there anthea, if
ever I heard one.

I'm not used to that.

Please.

All right, Jackal.

Where you been?

Not seen you all day.

Saw Stalin let go to the pub earlier.

Yeah, me too.

Cunts.

There they are.

Wankers.

If you could, would you kill Stalin?

Not just him.

All of them.

They all fucking deserve it.

I don't want them to suffer, though.

Yeah, same.

I'd strangle the bastards.

Just see their eyes fucking pop.

And I'd laugh. I'd laugh right in their
fucking faces.

Stay here, yeah?

Two, three, four. Do as I say, boys!

Listen! Go, let's go, Jackal.

Come on!

Hurry up!

You boys, get in here!

Fuck off!

Fuck off, I'll stab you!

Fuck off!

Get in here.

Get in here.

Get out.

Come on in.

Let's have a bit of fun.

Jacko. All right, boy?

Rocky. Yeah.

It's good to see you.

Finally we made it happen, eh?

Can't understand what I'm doing on your
doorstep, though.

Because you know I'm not the sort of
geezer that likes to get out and about.

How you doing, anyway?

You all right?

OK.

Is that right?

If you really don't look OK, then I'll
get you anything.

Help me anyway.

I'm fine, thank you.

Well, that's good.

Well, that's very good.

It means you can be doing me a little
favour on Saturday night, don't it, eh?

I've got work later on. I've got to be
fresh for Sunday, too, Melk. I can't.

What? Well, good old Vince has agreed to
help me out, and he don't know me up as

well as you do, boy.

We don't have half the history.

Seems a little bit odd, that.

I've got to be fresh.

It's an all -nighter.

Won't get in the way of your plans or
your Sunday work or whatever it is

doing. It's in the middle of the two.

Perfect fit, really.

Couldn't have planned it better.

I'm done with all this shit.

I just got off a tennis stretch for
fuck's sake.

Oh, yeah, that was your fault, wasn't
it, eh, boy?

Bit too heavy -handed, weren't you?

You've forgotten how far we go back,
boy.

What we've seen, what we've done.

Eh?

Oh, Jacko.

Vince tells me you're seeing a rather
lovely young lady now, is that right?

Yeah. Ah.

Well, then you will understand that
these fucking Africans are getting a

bit too much.

They're taking the piss, you know that,
with my business.

Kicking in my doors, raping and beating
my girls and stealing my fucking money.

That's very much not on.

All girls need protecting, Jacko, so you
and Vince are going to straighten them

out, all right? I don't want them
fuckers coming round, kicking my doors

hurting my girls no more. Do you
understand me?

Rape. Oh, yeah, and that's the best
they've been doing this summer from

Wouldn't want that happening to your
little lady now, would we?

Are you beginning to understand me?

This ain't no tit -for -tat, Jacko. This
is moral through and through.

I mean, you know you don't treat women
like that, right?

I taught you well, didn't I?

Of course.

Yeah, well, then you will understand
it's the right thing to do.

You've always had that about you, Jacko.
I'll give you that, yeah?

Besides, we'd prop a little earner for
you, wouldn't it, eh?

Eh? Take that little tart of yours out,
can't you?

Any way you like, Jacko.

I don't care how. You just straighten
these pricks out once and for all. Do

understand me?

Eh?

Every man's got his breaking point.

And I've just about reached mine.

Wait, I'll do it.

I need some information.

I need to find some people.

Yeah, all right, Jacko.

You just answer your phone, all right?

Get inside, it's cold.

Fucking hell, Vint!

Need help with that, Jocko? Shut it, you
scared the fucking shit out of me and

Mug. You ready or what?

Yeah. Let's get this done, yeah?

Hello, darling.

Marla.

Been awful lately, lads.

Only last week, Kelly's place got broken
into.

Her place is a mess.

Most of her girls have moved on.

Got my girls bloody terrified here.

Worried we're next.

You don't know how grateful we all are.

I've made all the girls stay in their
rooms tonight, boys, too.

Girls, the boys are here.

All right, girls.

There'll be no more problems after
tonight. That's a jack -o' -promise.

Eggs and chips, is it?

Cass, fry my egg, will you?

Yes. And a cup of darling. Two sugars,
please.

Vince, before you get too settled in, I
want you to come keep watch of the

street with me for a bit.

We've heard they're in the area and
we've got to be careful.

We can swap you out with Jacko when your
food's ready. Sure.

Jacko!

They're outside.

Vince spotted them.

Shut the fucking door. Don't come out.
Lock it, yeah? Just fuck them up, Jacko.

Keep the food off, girls.

fucking Malky Brooks got it? Well, we
need to get on the property, right?

What the fuck? Fucking rape this
asshole.

Rape his cunt.

You happy with that?

Fucking Malky.

Don't kill him!

Okay? Yeah.

Up the fucking stairs!

Get in that fucking room!

Go back to sleep. It's all under
control.

Jacko!

Lynn, you okay?

You fucking hear me?

I need to tell you.

We need to talk about the night.

I'm a bouncer.

It kind of comes with the gig.

So it's just a fight?

So what about the bad dream?

Why the screaming, sweating in your
sleep?

Give me something.

Anything.

And I'll stay.

Because right now I don't know whether
to run or stay, Jaco.

Are you standing there like a little

boy locked in...

Turning what we could be into shit.

Do you hear me, Jacko?

He needs

to

learn. Yes?

Then get your tiny little prick out.

And piss on the worthless gal.

You heard Mr.

Thomas.

Piss on him.

I said, piss on him, Connolly.

No.

Who do you think you are?

You ain't nothing, boy.

Everybody loves you.

You hear?

You'll end up in prison, you.

You're fucking dirty scum.

That's who you are.

Fucking rubbish.

You.

You're fucking worthless.

wants you.

We don't even fucking want you, you
little worthless cunt.

Talk to me.

I don't get it.

I'm trying to, but I don't get it.

I don't get you.

Hey.

Share it with me.

You won't understand.

Join me.

in a kid's home.

It was shit.

Really shit.

And that's what the dreams are.

That's why I can be a prick.

And you'll never be any good!

You'll never be anybody!

You fucking hear me?

Connolly!

I've just had a very angry headmaster on
the phone with me bending my ear.

And I missed the call where he tells me
how much school you two little bastards

have been missing.

You're coming with me.

Connolly, to Mr. Sarlene's at the
kitchen.

He'll deal with you.

Now, boy!

Paul Connolly, sir.

Get in there.

Get in there.

Disrespect this house. You little
bastard.

Get over there.

You brought shame upon this home.

You worthless cunt!

Get up, you little bastard!

You do not mess with me!

And you do not bring shame on this good
home!

And you do not!

DISRESPECT THE SCHOOL, YOU PUNCH OF
SHIT!

What's up, boy?

Paul!

Yeah?

He's in the changing rooms, Alan.

Yeah, well, come on, spit it out.

Took a beating again, ain't he?

Bad one.

Aye, he'll be all right.

He's tough, that one. Jacko loves a good
scrap.

Here, you get ready.

You alright, Jacko?

Liam says there's been a bit of trouble.

Paul?

You alright?

Come on, let's have a look at you.

No.

Bit sore, Jacko?

Come on.

Stand up. We need to check you out
properly.

Oh, come on, sweetie. I won't hurt you.

Promise.

You do look in a bit of a state, boy.

Let go, sweetie.

Come on.

No.

Let go, sweetie.

Step back, sweetie. We need to get this
done.

No. It's okay.

Please. You're safe.

Come on.

It's important you tell me who did this.

Tell Alan, sweetie. It's okay.

It's darling.

Say it again, fella.

It was darling and the kids.

Alan! Fucking bastards.

Get out. Calm the hell down. What are we
supposed to sit here and do? Fuck all.

They need sorting caps.

He's sinning us, Alan, no more.

All right.

Thanks for the cuddle, Cathy.

I've already had one before.

buggery and indecent assault.

Stalin's victims included 10 girls and
one boy as young as five over the 20

-year period at St. Leonard.

The home superintendent, Alan Prescott,
62, described as a pillar of his local

community, received a two -year sentence
after admitting indecently assaulting

four boys in his care between 1970 and
1980 while he was superintendent of a

fire.

I don't know

Welcome, everyone.

So, as you can all see, there's a list
of potential suspects.

There are a few on there, seven to be
exact.

But they are all capable of this kind of
violence.

They've been there, done that.

We're treating this as attempted murder.

However, we have zero intelligence and
zero witnesses surrounding it at

Obviously, it doesn't help that the
victims refuse to speak.

due to potential reprisals.

So if we can't act quickly, with
definitive descriptions of the attackers

other intelligence, then we are going to
struggle with this.

And to be honest, that worries me.

What I can say is, we need these scum
off the streets, and justice needs to be

served.

A third alleged paedophile, Howard
Thomas, also 62, had the case against

dropped after police lost vital video
evidence from alleged victims taken

an earlier abortion investigation.

And the defense successfully argued that
without this, there could not be

guaranteed a fair trial.

Mr. Thomas was acquitted of the charges.

Hello?

Why aren't you picking up?

Hello?

Have I done something?

Call me back, please.

Thomas. Rob.

Jason. Terry. Andrew.

Robert. Jason.

Andrew.

Okay, it's Jacko.

Hello, boy. You chasing your money?

Need that information. Speak up a bit,
Jacko. I need that information.

Oh, yeah, I got that.

If you help me, vice versa, Jacko.

Great job the other night, by the way.

What do you want these old bastards for,
anyway?

Hey, we see the Africans.

Yeah, of course, boy.

Well, they're nothing compared to these
evil bastards, Malky. These cunts raped,

neglected, tortured. God knows how many
kids. I was the fucking lucky one.

I've got to end them.

You'll never be anyway!

You fucking idiot!

Yes, mate.

Pine, please.

And you'll never be any Jew! You'll
never be anybody!

You fucking hear me?

I didn't marry into it, my sister did.

It's the first time I've ever heard him
say something.

I said

get out, are you stupid?

I'm so sorry.

I love

you.

Talk to you.

Pooh.

See you now.

And as each one of us is lost, the truth
slips away.

Buried in time.

Because the truth can't be told if
there's no voices left to tell them.

from me what you are you already are you
took from me

something I never knew I had now I know

and I'll never get it back

I

won't let my future be tainted by my
power but I'll turn my life

to the light

Maybe I can make it last.

You won't be the death of me. I'm
stronger than you'll ever be.

I've thought about it.

Of course I have.

I've dreamt about it.

Of course I have.

I won't let you get the best of me.

I won't let you take the best part.

I've been scared about it, but of course
I have.

I've cried about it, but of course I
have.

I won't let it get the best of me.

I won't let it take the best part of me.

Would you hope I'd forget and not just
disappear?

Well, I'm stronger than you really, and
I don't back down to fear.

I'll step and die, because I've had
enough.

Thought about it, of course I have.

I dreamt about it, of course I have.

that's part of me I've been scared

from me what you are you're already hard
and you'll never

give the best to me

so so