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See you next time.

You all right, Mrs. Green?

Mm -hmm.

All right, won't be long now.

All rise, please.

Will your foreman please stand?

I'm in charge of murder.

Have you found the defendant, Terence
William Green, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Before I pass sentence, I have a few
words to say about the conduct of one of

the witnesses in this case.

Despite the weight of forensic evidence
against you, your wife, Samantha Green,

has insisted that she was with you at
the time of the murder.

I hope the police will take a close look
at the evidence given by Mrs. Green

with a view to considering the charge of
perjury.

The love of a wife for a husband is no
excuse for lying to a court of law.

Terence William Green, you have been
found guilty of the murder of Preston

A savage, brutal murder for which you
have shown no remorse.

The sentence of the court...

His life imprisonment.

Take him down.

Never mind life. You should hang the
bastard and his blind bitch of a wife.

All right, all right. That's enough.

Samantha,

I'm gutted. But it's not over.

Swings and roundabouts, eh, Lauren? Will
appeal.

Whatever. Could you call in at Richard's
office this afternoon?

About three.

It's a terrorist request.

Okay. He should have seen his face.

Great job, Frank.

You know, I can't believe he actually
thought he was going to get away with

Mind you, you've got to admire the balls
of sand, bro.

Speak of the devil.

See you later, John.

Trish!

What?

Life. Dad got lost.

Are you okay?

I'm glad you were there, though.

Why'd you lie for him, Mum?

After all he did to you.

Who says I lied?

Look at the evidence.

Come on, the forensics alone was enough
to convict him.

Plus the witness. I don't know why you
bothered.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I've been asking myself the same
question.

Well done, Frank. First cloud result.

Pass on my congratulations to the team.

I'd like to send a file on to the EPP.

The Queen's wife lied through her teeth.

I'm not convinced that's in anybody's
best interests.

They're not married, are you, Frank?

Wives stand by their husbands.

That's what they do, Blackburn.

Let me do the worrying for you.

That's what you pay me for.

We'll swing it through the Caymans. The
taxman won't get a sniff of it, mate.

I'll call you when it's done, all right?

Samantha.

Man, I am so sorry about today.

You and me both, Richard.

We'll be appealing.

As soon as we can.

Is that what this is about?

Well, partly.

However the appeal goes, it's going to
be expensive, you realise that? I didn't

expect you to do it for nothing,
Lawrence.

Snag?

Terry's a little bit stretched.

Yeah, he tucked away enough to pay for
his defence up to today's case, but

going to need more if we're to appeal.
If? Now it's if. When? If?

It all comes down to the ready,
Samantha.

And the way things stand at the moment,
Terry couldn't appeal a parking ticket.

He has what you might call a cash flow
problem.

Hopefully temporary.

You'd better hear it from the horse's
swatting.

Do what?

Go on.

Hi, darling.

Sorry about the cloak and dagger stuff,
but you wouldn't be seeing this unless

things had taken a turn for the worse.

Yeah, I know it's going to be hard for
you, but at least you're not lying in a

prison cell that stinks of piss and
cabbage.

Look, I hate to do it to you, but I need
a favour big time.

And, well, you're the only one who can
do what's got to be done.

I can't say too much because I don't
want this tape to fall into the wrong

hands. Now Richard and Lawrence will
fill you in.

You can trust them.

Oh yeah, and look up Andy McKinley.

Used to be my driver, now works for
George K.

He's a good bloke.

Say hello to the kids for me and tell
them to visit really nice, okay?

That's it.

That's my way of a reference.

So you'll know that what we tell you is
Terry's blessing.

Terry's been a bit busy recently.

Since you and he separated 18 months
ago... 15.

15?

OK. Anyway, a lot's happened in the last
15 months.

How bad is it?

Snapshot.

It's not too bad.

It pretty much balances itself out.

But without injections of outside
capital.

You know, it's like a juggler trying to
keep four balls in the air at one time.

As soon as he stops moving.

So what you're trying to tell me is if
Terry drops his balls, I'm out on the

street?

Rolex Oyster.

Gold.

So sell off some of the businesses.

The model agency, right? That's got to
be making money. And there's his stake

the football club. Neither are showing
profits at the moment. And

they're not going to. Not in the near
future.

Terry has a solution.

He put together two business deals
shortly before he was arrested.

Business deals?

Terry has arranged for a consignment of
cannabis resin to be imported from

Spain. The money was transferred.

Cannabis?

A drugs deal?

Four tons.

It's arriving in three days.

Terry has also invested in a currency
deal in Spain.

The notes are going to have to be
brought back to the UK ASAP.

You mean counterfeit notes?

He expects me to do his dirty work?

He's handed over all aspects of his
businesses to you.

Legitimate and otherwise.

You'll have complete control over all
his companies and signing rights for his

bank accounts.

All we need for you to do is to sign a
few forms.

You're taking the piss.

You're as bad as he is.

Both of you.

You selfish, self -centered, arrogant
bastard.

You screwed up your life, now you want
to screw up mine.

I'm fine, thanks.

Food's a bit raw, people. What do you
expect? It's not funny, Terry.

What, do you want me in here with you?
Is that it?

You walked out on my life. You've got no
right to do this to me. You should have

talked to me first. You should have told
me.

Firstly, I never walked out.

You threw me out. And secondly, it
should never have got this far. It

never have come to call. No evidence, no
weapon on a slag for a witness. The

jury should never have convicted.

Look, if I'd have known I was going
down, I would have got things better

Oh, I'm fallback position, am I?

Right.

Well, fuck you, Terry Green. Fuck you
and yours you rode in on.

You kiss our kids with that mouth.

Try and joke your way out of this one.

I'm not doing it. I'm not doing any of
it. You can rot in here for all I care.

Terry Green.

They're here.

I think he's a real pro. He's done this
a dozen times for Terry.

Ever go pear -shaped?

Terry reckoned that one in four runs
wouldn't make it, but if they've dropped

off, it's as safe as ever.

Yeah, well, my ass isn't exactly safe at
the moment, Andy.

That'll be fine, Mrs. Green. You just
sit back and enjoy the show.

The game's not what it used to be, Sam.

The money stays with the big boys.

There's no trickle -down economics here.

Yeah, but you're putting in the crowds,
Jacko.

Oh, yeah, but it's not about bums on
seats anymore. It's about TV.

Who wants to tune in to see us when
ain't much man you?

Look, Sam, we owe the banks a million
and a half.

I'll ask around, see if I can find
anyone to buy Terry's shares off you,

wouldn't hold your breath, girl.

A notorious gangland boss is behind bars
tonight thanks to an extensive police

operation. Tina Jones sends this report.

Drugs baron Terry Green was sentenced to
life imprisonment for the murder of 23

-year -old Preston Snow.

Green said nothing as he left the dock.
The judge was particularly scathing

about the evidence given by Terry
Green's wife, seen here.

Leaving the courtroom, the former dancer
and 70s singer Samantha Green, who had

told the court that she was with her
husband at the time of the murder.

This is Tina Jones reporting for the
early evening news.

Hi.

They spelt my name wrong.

How in God's name can they spell my name
wrong?

So, Warwick, what do you think?

It's 50%. It's got to be worth five
grand, top way.

Five grand?

How many girls you got on your books?

Just because they're on the books
doesn't mean they're working.

15 % of a catalogue sheet doesn't amount
to much.

You know, I'd hate to think the agency's
only function is to supply 19 -year

-old blondes for you and my old man.

That's unkind, Sam.

That's unkind and it's uncool for him.

Sorry, sir, no smoking.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Okay, sir.

Ridiculous. I had two glasses of wine.

Two!

I might have known.

Doctor's on his way.

I don't have to piss into a bottle to
know that I've not been drinking.

You can leave us alone.

I said you can leave us alone.

What do you want?

I want to know who's running things
while Terry's away. I know he was

something up.

Grow up, Raquel.

You know Terry and I separated more than
a year ago.

I always know when you're lying, Sam.

I knew you were lying in court. I don't
know you're lying now.

Do you?

So this isn't about Terry, is it?

This is about you and me.

Just because I turned you down four
years ago.

Look, I couldn't really take you up on
your offer, could I?

Not with Terry in the picture.

And even when we got separated, he was
still on the scene.

And he's a jealous sod.

He'd have broken both your legs.

Mine too.

I'm not scared of Terry.

Aren't you?

No.

I am.

No need, not now.

Maybe.

So... We don't really have to do this
here, do we?

What do you mean?

Well... We could talk about it later.

Over a bottle of wine.

What time?

About nine.

You could come over to my place.

You sad fuck.

You've got about as much chance of
getting into my knickers as you have of

getting rid of your fucking halitosis.

And you know when I'm lying, do you?

Mrs. Green.

Long time no see.

Andy McKinley. I used to drive your
husband.

Busy night.

There's always room for you, Mrs. Green.
I'll take you through.

Sam, darling.

Lovely surprise.

Business is good, eh, George?

It's all about getting the right crowd
in.

Do you want a coffee?

Something stronger?

No, thanks.

How long has Andy McKinley been working
for you?

Since they arrested Terry.

He's a good guy.

Reliable.

None too bright, though.

Terry wants me to run things while he's
away, George.

Now, just a minute. No, it's all right.
I'm not going to do it.

But I've got money problems.

Cash flow.

If it's a loan, you won't... No, it's
serious money, George.

Look.

Terry owns half the clubs, right?

Can you buy him out?

It's not a good time.

I can barely keep the wolf from the door
myself.

Yeah, but you're not behind bars, are
you, George?

No. And then I didn't shoot anybody in
the face, did I?

If you need anything, give me a call.

Thanks,

Andy.

Who chose the place?

Terry.

It's been ages to live on our own, kind
of on the right beach.

Yeah, well, that would account for some
of the nights he was away, I suppose.

Hello, Grace.

How are you today?

Well, I've had Ella for a few days.

Your darling son's behind bars.

He's left me with barely a penny to me
name.

And now he wants me to mastermind a
multi -million pound drugs deal to pay

his appeal.

So tell me about your week, Grace.

There's been no decline this past month,
but no improvement either.

Alzheimer's is a terrible illness, Mrs.
Green.

And the most we can do is to make her as
comfortable as possible.

She's in no pain.

Sometimes she even seems happy, in a
way.

Yeah.

I remember happy.

So is that why you wanted to see me?

To give me an update on my mother -in
-law's lack of progress?

Actually, no.

It's more to do with her account.

The last two direct debits haven't gone
through.

I see.

It's not going to be easy, Samantha.

The judge's summing up was fair, and I
don't see any reasons to appeal on a

point of law.

The best way to get Terry out is to find
out who did kill Preston Snow.

And how do we do that?

Private investigators.

Pros.

So either way, it's going to cost me,
right?

Look, can't we just untangle Terry's
legitimate businesses from his dodgy

No, they feed off each other.

Shit.

What do I do?

I feel as if I should be signing this in
blood.

She has?

Are you this great?

Yeah, no, no, I thought she might. Just
hold on a second.

No,

fully understand.

What the fuck are you doing here,
McKinley?

I thought you were working for Kay.

Mrs. Green doesn't want you sitting
outside her house.

I'm sure you can relate to that. Big
house, woman on her own.

See, if this was official, you'd be twos
up. So I'm guessing it's not official.

I'm a policeman and you are hindering my
investment.

What the fuck?

you for this. So arrest me.

Come

in,

Andy.

What's up, Mrs. Green?

Fine.

Thing is, I don't think Raquel's going
to give up.

Yeah, I think you're right.

How do you get on with George K?

What do you do for him?

Same as a diputary, pretty much.

Think you could do the same for me?

You need protection, Mrs Green.

Yeah, maybe.

Hey, I'm with you.

What happened?

See for yourself.

Come on.

Where'd you get this from?

I tear out the keys with me. Not
befitting your status.

What, as a gang boss?

Seatbelt, Andy.

What? Well, I wouldn't want anything to
happen to you. Not while you're driving

me. Seatbelts kill more people than they
save Mrs. Green. I think you'll find

that's airbags.

Who did that to your car?

Don't know.

One of Snow's relatives, I suppose.

By the brother?

Maybe.

I've been getting phone calls.

And a chicken's head.

A chicken's head?

Yeah.

Don't know.

Okay, Sam.

Right, I'll leave you to it.

Thanks.

Sir, come with you.

Sorry, you don't seem to be on our list.
What do you mean? There must be some

mistake.

Do you mind?

Have

you

upset someone in here?

Why? I've just been strip -searched. Oh,
someone's got it in with me. Look, I'm

sorry if he's taken an hour on you.

Sorry doesn't make it better.

But you're OK?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Is everything fixed up?

They dropped the stuff off as arranged.

Pinky's got the GPS gizmo and I'm
meeting the others tomorrow.

I can't believe I'm doing all this.

There's no one else I'll trust.

I'm not doing a counterfeit thing, Tel.
I'll do this for you and that's it.

I mean it.

I know you do.

Is Andy McKinley taking good care of
you?

Has Laura been in to see you?

No, I've put a request in, but these
things take time.

Did you do it, Till?

I always used to know when you were
lying.

Look, find Morrison. Get him to tell you
the truth.

He told the court what he saw.

You leaving Snow's house. He's lying.

My mother's life.

Look, I've got a cop on the payroll.

He's been there since the year dot.

Mark Blackstock.

You'll find his mobile in the file
effects under Blackie.

What, now I'm dealing with Ben Cobham?

Hello, Blackie.

Didn't think you'd be one for
sightseeing. I am not happy about this,

can tell Terry that. Yeah, I'll do that.

Do you remember Morrison?

The grass who gave evidence against
Terry.

So? So Terry would be very grateful if
he could find out where he is.

Well, he didn't put it like that, but
words to that effect.

Have you any idea how dangerous that's
going to be?

Compared to what?

It's not just the witness.

There's a forensic as well. Terry says
Raquel's ditched him up.

So first we discredit Morrison, and then
we prove that Raquel faked the

forensic.

No, no, I can't. Oh, come on, Laura.

Come over for lunch.

Let me feed you up a bit.

I don't need feeding up, Mum.

Well, actually, I'd like to see you. I
can't at the moment.

I'm up to my eyes.

Yeah, all right. Suit yourself.

By the way, did you get a visitor's
request?

I'm going to have to go, Mum.

Laura?

Yeah. Bye.

Luke Snow?

Yeah? How you doing?

What do you want?

A wee chat.

Well, I'm working.

Your brother was a scumbag, Luke.

What? He sold drugs to kids.

You wouldn't have caught him in overalls
cleaning out the back of a rich man's

car. He didn't deserve to die like a
dog, did he? I can understand that,

I can see you feel the way you do.

But that's got to be between you and
Terry Green.

Between men, do you get my drift?

She lied. She fucking lied. Everybody
lies, Luke.

She lied in court. So she won't go to
heaven.

Are you married?

Yes. You love her?

Of course you do.

You'd do anything for her.

You do what you have to do to protect
the ones you love.

Now, your brother's dead, and I can't
imagine how that must feel, but Terry

Green is behind bars for that.

He'll be about 70 by the time he gets
out.

You.

You're a young guy.

You've got a wife to come home to,
someone warm to sleep with at night.

If you want to take your grief out on
someone, take it out on Terry Green.

Or me.

Don't go frightening women, okay?

Okay.

And she says to him, if you hadn't been
in such a hurry, I'd have taken me

tights off.

Gentlemen, thank you all for coming.

Mickey, George.

Let's get down to business.

Terry has asked me to take care of the
delivery you're expecting, and I'm here

to reassure you that it's all in hand.

Now, I know you'd rather see Terry in
the driving seat, and I'm sure he'd

to be here himself, but what's done is
done.

Tomorrow night, everything goes ahead
exactly as planned. How much a night?

Well, Mickey, I'll be sure to pass your
reservations on to Terry.

It's nothing personal, love. We've just
got a lot of money tied up in this.

No one's got more to lose here than me.

So if any of you want out, just say so.

Now.

Mickey?

It's on its way. It just needs
collecting.

Okay.

Gentlemen.

How much you got in the briefcase, then?

Nothing.

Trish?

You okay?

Yeah. Where are you going?

Out.

Where?

Last time I looked in the mirror, I was
the mother in this relationship.

I might be late.

How late?

I don't know. When I say I don't know,
you hit the roof.

I might be all night.

Slut.

Go.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, beauty.

Shit.

We're being suckled.

Hello, Pinky.

Nice night for you.

Third time lucky, I'd say.

How can this time I throw away the key?

So where is she?

Come on, Pinky, do yourself a favor.

Where is she?

Where the fuck is she?

Where do you want to go, Mrs. Green?

Oh, Mandy.

Oh, sweet Alma.

Come on in, Andy.

I'll make you some coffee.

Who are you?

And what the hell are you doing in my
kitchen? This is me.

So why don't you tell me what he's doing
here?

We were studying.

Yeah, looks like it. He couldn't get a
cab. So what, he's lost the use of his

legs? He lives miles away, Mum.

I just can't trust you, can I, Trish?

You're the one who stayed out all night.

Would you get your clothes on and get
out of my house!

Four tons.

Hey, Terry.

That's got to hurt.

You should have been there. It really
was something to see.

My boss thinks the sun shines out of my
house.

Well, I hope whoever tipped you off got
their 30 pieces of silver. Oh, the game

rate's much more than that now, Terry.

Inflation.

So can I take that as an admission of
guilt?

I didn't think you ever bothered with
admissions of guilt, Raquel.

The word on the grapevine is that you
gave Pinky Salmon a good kick in.

Why don't you pick on someone your own
size next time?

Go on, why don't you take a swing at me
now, Terry?

Eh?

Go on.

Get rid of all those frustrations that
are building up inside you.

You on the inside.

Sam out there.

You think all those things you're
missing, hey, all that lovely food, the

drinks for the boys, the footy, the sex.

I'll bet you're missing the sex.

Proper sex, I mean, you know, the salt
between a man and a woman.

As opposed to the sort you enjoy.

Of course, you'll be wanting a word with
Sam when you get her side of the story.

Yep. Yep.

Yep.

I'm surprised at you, Terry.

Yep. Hiding behind a woman's skirts.

Getting your wife to do all the dirty
work.

You're like a dog bursting for a pee.

So why don't you piss off and cock your
legs somewhere else?

We've got a problem, Mrs. Green.

Tell me about it. No, a real problem.
Oh, compared with customs, eating four

of my husband's cannabis, this ranks
out.

Mrs Green.

Mrs Green.

This Terry's? Aye.

I've lost almost ten grand's worth of
booze.

And a van.

Talk to me, Andy.

It's a regular run.

Three times a week.

Three vans, depending on the manpower.

Bring the booze in from France.

Sell it on to off -licenses clubs.

It's almost legit.

Almost? Well, it's legit until the booze
is sold on.

As long as our lads stick to the story
that it's for personal consumption,

there's nothing customs can do. Any idea
who did this?

It's a competitive business, Mrs. Green.

They've had run -ins with various firms
now and then, but this... Well, this is

something else.

They're terry -banged up. They think our
doings are up for grabs.

It's got to be nipped in the bud before
it goes any further.

Yeah, well, gardening isn't my thing,
Andy.

Any bud nipping to be done, my dear
darling husband can do it himself.

Why didn't you tell me about the booze
run? Because it was ticking along quite

nicely. That's why Pike and Russell were
supposed to be taking care of it. Yeah,

well, it ain't ticking along nicely now.

Well, there's not a lot I can do about
it in here.

And you're the only one I can trust on
the outside.

Now, someone's got to have grasped us up
over that cannabis deal.

And if we don't do something about it
now, They're going to see it as a sign

weakness.

And they're going to do this again and
again and again.

Now, did you get the stuff from Richard?

Yeah, and if I'd have been caught, we'd
have both ended up inside.

Now you want to smuggle counterfeit
money.

It'll have to wait till.

Look, it's not just my money.

There's other investors too. I mean,
Mickey Fox is looking to recoup some of

losses from the last fiasco. Terry.

I agreed to give you an alibi for that
one night, not to get dragged into all

this. It's getting way out of hand.

Look, if anyone can handle it, you can.

Anything else?

Any other dodgy little deals you're not
telling me about?

I promise I'll make it up to you when I
get out.

Straighten that up. Yeah, we'll see.

And don't forget about Blackie.

Make sure he's on the case.

Yeah, OK.

Thanks, Andy.

Bet you never went grocery shopping with
Terry, eh?

You know I lied for him, don't you?

I never slept with him the night that
Preston Snow was shot. I hadn't seen him

for months.

So where was he then, eh?

City of a meeting. Wanted to go home.

If I'd been with him, I'd have spoken up
for him in court.

Did he often go places on his own, then?

Bodyguards code a silence, eh?

What a lovely surprise.

George. If I don't count every bottle,
they'll rub me blind.

Yeah, you can't trust anyone these days,
can you?

So, what can I do for you?

Social call?

Terry says you're holding some cash for
him.

Did he now?

Yeah.

I'm a little bit disappointed you didn't
tell me about it the last time I was

here, George.

Let's go through to the office, then.

It's working capital, Sam.

For the business.

Really?

That's not the way Terry tells it.

He says he left it with you for a rainy
day. And believe me, George, it's

pissing down outside.

I can let you have a couple of grand,
Sam, but the rest of the money's tied up

in the business.

Well, untie it, George.

PDQ.

Terry said there'd be more than this.

Did he say anything about selling his
stake in the club?

Well, he's got a lot on his mind right
now, George.

A life stretch in front of him. Four
tons of cannabis resin sitting in the

Queen's warehouses.

You're a bit low on his list of
priorities right now.

Fine.

I'm sure he'll get round to it.

Yes. I'm sure he will, George.

I'll catch you in there.

Get some Vulcan Sonic, yeah?

What the fuck do you think you're doing
here?

If Mohammed won't go to the mountains...
You

won't be happy till I'm behind

bars with your old man.

I need to talk to Morrison.

He said he saw Terry leaving Snow's
house the night he was shot.

I want to know why he lied.

Now, if I have to make you a little bit
uncomfortable to get to the truth, then

touch it.

Blackmail. Whatever.

Now, do you or do you not have an
address for Morrison?

Anyone who finds out what I'm doing, I'm
fucked.

Superintendent Blackstock. Can we have a
word?

You can't come round here like this.

Any contact's supposed to be through my
brief.

I haven't time for the usual channels.

Can we do this inside?

Yeah?

This is a right bloody liability.

Supposed to be a witness protection
scheme.

Do you know who I am?

I saw you in court.

You're wasting your time, Mrs Green.

I heard what I heard.

I saw what I saw.

Two shots, then your husband running out
the house.

That's it.

It was a dark night.

You could have been mistaken.

I saw what I saw.

Had you done business with Raquel
before?

I don't know what you're talking about.
You know what I mean.

Frank Welsh.

Do you and your mother history?

Do you know how many people want me
dead, Mrs Green? Is that including me,

Ricky?

I did some work for him, yeah.

You were one of his graphics.

You see, I think Brackel framed my
husband.

I think the forensics down to him.

Let's go.

We'll be caught at the lodge, make our
move on.

one of the hijackers.

The boys are having a word with him now.

Who are you working for?

Dunk him.

Boys.

What are you doing?

We're making him talk, Mrs. Green.

Well, how can he talk with his Eddie,
Walter?

Were you all bullied at school or
something?

Don't be too hard on old Petko.

It's not his fault. The boy's got a bit
heavy with him.

You must be Zoran Poskovic.

I'm Sam Green.

What do you want?

I want you to leave my husband's booze
runs alone. That's what I want. It's the

free market economy.

The strong prosper at the expense of the
weak.

Well, that's where you're wrong, you
see. My husband's not weak, and I

want you thinking I was a pushover
either.

So instead of competing, why don't we
start cooperating, eh?

Now, these are your areas, and we'll
stick to these.

Any disputed ones we can talk about.

Divide them up equally.

Okay?

Do people actually eat them?

Amazing.

Suicide like fuck.

24 hours after he speaks to you, he's
hanging from the door.

That sound like a coincidence to you?

If they find out I gave you Morrison,
I'll be in so much shit they'll need a

submarine to find me.

You're a big boy, Blackie. I'm sure you
covered your tracks.

This is the last time I put myself in
the firing line for you.

Or Terry.

It's the last time when I say it's the
last time.

You've been on the phone since you were
a wooden top pounding the beat.

You'll do as you're told or your
career's over and you'll be spending

retirement behind bars.

Now, Terry says he was with some Irish
heavyweights the night Preston Snow was

shot. I need a name.

Someone I can talk to.

Paramilitaries.

For fuck's sake.

I never get out of the

way for pricks.

Well, I always do.

Where's Grace?

Where is she?

What was she doing walking about outside
on her own? This isn't a prison, Mrs.

Green. There are no locks on the doors,
no bars on the windows.

You let an 80 -year -old woman with
chronic Alzheimer's go walk about?

She needed taking care of 24 hours a
day. That's what she was in here for.

That's what we were paying for.

Actually, you weren't.

You haven't paid Mrs. Green's account
for over three months. Is that right?

Well, you can whistle for it now.

Your missus sends her regards, Mr Riggs.

I'll miss your sense of humour when you
leave Green.

In about 13 years.

Oh, by the way, your mother's dead.

She was hit by an ice cream van.

They had to scrape her off the road with
a fucking wafer.

Hello, babe.

Oh, Jesus, Mum.

Why didn't you phone?

Because every time I do, I get the
machine.

Oh, darling.

Phil.

Laura?

How long's this been going on?

Laura?

They're giving him a tough time at work.

That's no excuse. Because of Dad.

What?

They wind him up.

A father -in -law of a drug dealer and a
murderer.

Not the normal sort of pedigree of a
merchant bunker.

Hitters always hit, Laura.

I love him, Mum.

He loses his temper, that's all.

Real men don't hit women, darling.

They can make your life a misery in a
million other different ways, but they

don't hit.

Is this a good idea, Mrs Green?

Oh, yeah, Andy, it's a very good idea.

I'm looking for Jonathan Nicholls. Do
you know where he is, please?

He's in a meeting in Conference Room A.
Thank you.

So, in conclusion... If we implement
these measures, we could cut the

by 20%, which would allow us... If you
ever lay a

finger on my daughter again, I will kill
you. Do you understand me? As I stand

here, I will fucking kill you.

Where do you get off thinking it's okay
to hit a woman, any woman, but to beat

your own wife black and blue? You are
less than a man.

What, you want to hit me? Do you? Go on,
I fucking dare you!

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Doing business with a wife -beater.

You OK?

I feel much better, thanks.

Where to?

Melbourne.

On your feet, Green.

Your request to attend your mother's

funeral has been denied.

Well, there's always next year.

There's love for him. Are you Ray
Murphy?

Maybe.

I'm Sam Green, Terry Green's wife.

A donation for the cause.

Haven't you heard? There is no cause
anymore.

My husband's doing life for a murder he
says he didn't do.

On the night in question, he said he was
doing business with some of your

people, laundry business.

But because of who you are, he couldn't
tell the cops. Can you check it out for

me?

I'd ask around, but hackles might be
raised.

I'll have to risk that.

Mr. Dunn, did the governor get my
application for me to attend my mum's

I think Riggs blocked it.

Oh, he did, did he?

Can you put one in for me? There's a
monkey in it for you on the outside.

Oi, Green.

You put any noses out of joint on the
wing?

Not that I know of. Why?

Word is there's someone gunning for you.

Who?

Watch your back, yeah?

Deaf on the wing's going to look pretty
shitty on my CV.

Hello, George.

Don't get wet.

Come on, then.

Oh, you want to fly?

We should go in, Mum.

Right, take it up.

I'll run round here.

Thought you weren't going to make it.

I couldn't miss Mum's bender.

Jamie.

Well, come on, Trish. How many have you
got to hug for your old dad?

Holding everybody up.

Can't even hug me, Mrs.

No can do, Terry.

I'm only going to make a run for it, am
I?

Regulations, Terry.

More than your job's worth, eh?

No, it's OK.

Come on.

Ooh, the boulders are gathering.

What the hell is he doing here?

The governor's approved the path.

He's a convicted murderer.

He's only just been sent down. It's his
mother's funeral.

Yeah. So why don't you respect the
sanctity of the church and fuck off?

Cops. What can you do with them, eh?

Jesus led the way from suffering to
death.

into the loving presence of God, and
promise to prepare a place for those who

follow.

So it is with sadness that we say
farewell to grace.

The peace of God which passes all
understanding, keep your hearts and

knowledge and love for God, and in his
Son Jesus Christ our Lord, and the

blessing of God Almighty.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
be amongst you and remain with you

always.

Amen.

Thanks for taking care of things.

Least I could do.

Laura didn't like it? No.

I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry for everything.

But things are going to change.

Easy to say.

Yeah.

But there's light at the end of the
tunnel, so keep your chin up. I'm

some good news.

You sound like a cheap horoscope.

Wait and see.

Look, can we lose these for a minute?

You leave those cuffs alone.

He's just saying goodbye.

Which is what you'll be doing to your
pension if you touch those locks.

Just get him in the van, quick.

Don't worry, Terry, we'll get you out of
there.

And you're next.

I know you put that drug deal together
for him.

Yeah?

Prove it. Can't you leave us alone?

This is a funeral, for Christ's sake.
What about Preston Snow's funeral? I

didn't see you there.

Why don't you just piss off, Raquel?

You don't belong here. This is private
grief. It's got nothing to do with you.

We'll see about that.

Leave her alone!

Don't you dare touch her.

You get him in the van, now!

Right. It's our grandmother's funeral.

You're out of order and you know you
are. A report to the police complaints

authority will stay on your record,
proven or not.

Boy, lawyer. Come on, go.

Leave it.

You should have been there, love. No,
I'm sorry.

Just do as your mother says.

I wanted to go, Mum.

But Jonathan, he said... He said... Oh,

don't cry, darling. You'll be all right
now.

Mummy's here.

There, there.

How many times did you shoot Preston
Snow?

Twice.

Once in the chest, then in the head.
Why?

He owed me money, didn't he?

And he wouldn't pay.

And he bad -mouthed me all over the
manor.

So I just teach him a lesson, didn't I?

killed Snell on a bleeding Dutchman.

Understood.

Make your way back to the surface when
you're ready.

Don't understand his aversion to gift
horses, Frank. Terry Green killed

Snow. End of story.

You're off the case, Frank.

Like fuck I am!

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm telling you, Sean Kelly didn't
do it. He's lying. Lying his way into a

life sentence?

He's doing seven years for armed
robbery. He'll be out in four.

Kelly says he killed Snow and he's given
up the gun.

Green's going to be out before you can
say miscarriage of justice.

Your best bet is to keep your head down
and avoid the flat.

I'll do what I can.

would like to say is that although this
is a joyful occasion for me, my thoughts

are with the Snow family who've had a
terrible time and all I want to do is to

go home with my family and try and get
my life back. Thank you.

Don't. Just don't. He murdered my
brother and got away with it. Aye, aye.

Caught. You know what? Fuck the court.

Fuck the court and fuck you. I'll get
him back anyway.

It's true what they say, isn't it?

It's true what they say. You can't keep
a good man down.

And they don't come any better than
Terry Green. Welcome back.

a bit of us.

There's something I want to say because
there were a few times in the last

couple of weeks that I thought I'd be
seeing bars for the rest of my life.

Moments like that, that's when a man
finds out who his friends really are

well, I've found you.

Looks like I'm fucking stuck with you
and all.

But there's someone here tonight who,
well, Sam, come, come.

I love this lady with all my heart
and...

Well, she stood by me and kept the
family together.

Well, I just want to tell you, I'm going
to make it up to you, I promise you.

When

the

cool of night is falling I hear my lover
calling But the way

that I'm feeling the crime you know I
ain't no girl

for quitting looking back from where I'm
sitting seems I spent all the best

of my time searching for a man for life
now

you're talking dreaming of a man

This time is good.

all police.

And the police woman, yeah. Yeah, all
the police would always do that around

It was hell of a night, wasn't it?

Thanks, Helen.

I should get a release from prison,
wouldn't I?

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Terry, you can't just waltz back in here
like nothing's happened, you know.

I've told you, I'm a changed man.

Really? We'll wait and see, shall we?

Go on, off you go. You're sleeping in
James' room.

Oh, I'm like a good little boy. Okay,
good night.

Night -night. Sleep well. Night.

Who was it? Didn't say.

Where are you going?