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May we rejoice

in this day you have made,

as we wake refreshed

from the depths of our sleep.

Open our eyes
to behold your presence

and strengthen our...

I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm so sorry. I just...

Thank you very much,

- and we'll see you again soon.
- Thank you. See you soon.

What's got two buckets
of crimson emulsion

and a sense of style?

You'd better not have hired
a new decorator.

We are painting the town red.

Invitation to the new show

at the Carnation
in London tomorrow night.

Me and you.

Gene Jones put in
a good word with the designer.

You're kidding.

Oh, but how am I gonna find
a babysitter

at that short notice?

Your eldest. A husband.

Or, at a push,

we could try and lure the dragon
down from Chapman Mountain.

See if she'll corral
the little weasels.

It doesn't start till 9:00.

We'd only have an hour tops
before the last train.

You're a successful
businesswoman.

You can afford
a night in a hotel.

When was the last time
you had a continental breakfast?

Last week,
I had a cold crumpet.

Cultivating business contacts,
researching King's Road trends,

this trip will pay for itself.

Just the two of us?

I know the perfect place.

Mmm-hmm.

Cece's Boutique.

Is Cathy there?

Oh, yes. Hello, Geordie.

Er, one moment.

Has Dora told you
about this band

she wants to see
over in Wisbech?

I'm not having it.

What are you talking about?

Taking the bus
by herself?

I've never even heard
of this bloody Roland Stone.

It's the Rolling Stones.

- Who?
- She's been banging on

about them for months.
You don't listen, do you?

Well, maybe you could tell me,
if you were ever here.

For God's sake, Geordie,

if you want to spoil her fun,
sort it out yourself.

She doesn't listen to me,
Cathy. She listens to you.

I'm, er, going to London
tomorrow night for work.

I'll be back on Saturday.

What, you're staying over?

Yes. Peter and I
have been invited

to a fashion show.

This is what happens

now I'm a successful
businesswoman.

Peter?

Alphy?

Not here.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm looking for Scrabble.

I once beat Sydney
with my maledict.

- You did what?
- On a triple word score.

The only thing Daniel has
is Risk,

and I am not
inflicting that on Raymond.

Good boy, Dickens.

Where is Alphy?

Don't know.
Don't care.

I've had quite enough
of his selfish drop.

He walked out of the midweek
service this morning.

And he'll not be long
for the parish

once the bishop gets wind.

Aren't you in the least bit
concerned?

Some of us
have responsibilities

we actually
take seriously. Ha-ha!

You found it, Uncle Len?

Uncle Len?

Marcus has asked Daniel
and I to,

well, help out more.

Share the load.

Two men?

If his father can't cope,
report it to the authorities.

No. He'll be taken from Marcus
and away from the village.

And what happens
when Marcus dies,

and they find out

you've been playing
Happy Families?

Leonard, you must see
that this-

Is between Marcus and us.

So, I'll thank you for not
sticking your beak in.

My beak?

Fine. Be ridiculous.

See who gets burned.

- Mira.
- Alphy, what are you doing here?

I have to talk to you.

No, no, sorry, I...
I can't do this.

You owe me this much.
You know you do.

- Alphy...
- You have turned my life

upside down.

For the last 30 years,
I knew exactly who I was,

and then I find you,

and my whole life, my faith

was really just an accident,
a mistake.

Do you have any idea

what that kind of doubt is like,

what that does?

I thought it would pass.

That eventually, I'd...

I'd wake up and feel better.

I could just get through
the week

or the month, but I'm...

I'm sinking.

I have turned my back
on my flock,

I have gambled my money,
hurt my best friends,

because everything feels...

pointless.

I never wanted to hurt you.

You found me.

You invited me into your world,

expecting everything
to fall into place.

You turned my world upside down.

The last time I'd seen you,

you...

You fit into the palm
of my hand.

So now to find you,

such a big, wonderful,
caring man,

it mended my heart.

You fixed a part of me
that I had forgotten was broken.

But then

when we met last month, I...

You caught me lying.

And... I lashed out
like a child.

I said awful things.

I want to tell my husband
about you.

I want him and Rajesh
to meet you. I do.

I want it to happen,

but you need to give me space.

I...

I can't tell you
how to find your faith again,

but I can tell you that you
haven't wasted your life.

And if becoming a vicar
was an accident,

then it is the happiest
possible accident.

You help people.
You give them hope.

And the happiest
possible discovery of them all

is that you found a family.

A real family

in Grantchester.

They love you.

They have given you everything

that I never could.

Oh, hello. What do you want?

Could I, um...

- Are you okay?
- Just dandy.

I've come to make amends.

How does that work?

Well,

I'm sorry.

I've been an ass.

Go on.

I'm glad you found my mother.

Now, I know I haven't
always acted like it,

but I don't think
I ever thanked you properly.

Instead, when it got
complicated,

I took it out on you.

You want me to forgive you?

No, I just...

I needed to say that.

Well, I forgive you,
you daft sod.

Did you practise that speech?

You're packing up?

Mmm. Start the new job
on Monday.

This is my last week
working cases.

I didn't realise.
That's come around quick.

These things always do.

Are you feeling okay about it?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You spoken to Leonard yet?

No.

I haven't figured out
that speech.

I reckon you're struggling more
with forgiving yourself.

Yeah.

And with how I feel about this.

Really?

Boss, body been found
over on Patch Lane.

You wanna come along?

I hear there's nothing
like a death

to make you a believer.

What have we got, Larry?

Driver's licence
identifies him

as Frank Brook.
Lives in Chesterton.

Hold up?

So, killer exits the van,
blood on his hands,

closes the door.

Could be.

Any sign of a murder weapon?

Can we get this open?

On it, boss.

Blood on the stems.

So maybe they were in the front
when Frank died.

Maybe.

Hmm. There's a note.

"Darling, I'm sorry
it didn't work out.

Remember the good times."

- No names.
- Well, either that's a motive,

- or a big coincidence.
- Hmm.

If it is a motive,
was the person getting dumped

mad at Frank specifically, or...

did they simply
just stab the messenger?

There you go, my dear.

- Bye-bye.
- Thanks.

So, can you babysit?

And abandon the halibut?

Friday's fish night.

- Jack looks forward to it.
- Oh, please, Sylvia.

You're spending more time

with Mr. Switch
than your own family.

- I'm not.
- And how can we afford

trips to London
and fancy hotels?

Because we're actually
doing well.

It's time we enjoyed it.

Why don't you
treat Jack for once?

I do, with halibut.

I mean, a holiday.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

We're open till 5:00.

Oh, well, not today, ladies.

Keys, if you please.

We're closing early.

Found the key in the glove box.

Blimey.

Well, floristry
is not what I thought it was.

Tools of an armed robber.

Hasn't Inspector Standing's team
been investigating

robberies over in Huntingdon?

I'll ask.

And I checked
Brooks' flower shop.

Lad there hadn't seen Frank
since close last night.

But he did mention a fiance.

How did he die?

Are you sure you want to know?

Yeah.

Stabbed.

Christ.

Bloody idiot.

Was Frank involved in something?

You get
a flower order wrong,

people come back
for refunds, not blood.

Susan, we found a toolbox
in his van with a gun inside it.

Well,

delivery vans get held up.
It pays to be prepared.

There was a balaclava, too.
That for the cold nights?

Why did you call him an idiot?

Because we just paid
the deposit at the Feathers

for our wedding reception.

When did you last see him?

We had dinner at mine
last night, but he left.

Early starts.

He'd have been
at the flower market

at 5:00 a.m.

And where were you
this morning?

Oh, bloody coppers.

Must be impossible,
keeping a wife

with a mind like that.

Like you kept your dead fella.

Geordie.

I woke at 7:00, at work by 9:00.

The hairdresser's
on Wilson's Court.

- You live alone?
- Mmm.

Well, you could have met Frank
on Patch Lane

- before 9:00 this morning.
- Well, I didn't.

You could have received
a bouquet from him.

With a "Dear John" note.

Taken it badly.

No.

I've not seen this.

Is this how you treat
a grieving woman?

I'm not surprised by him,
but a man of God?

To hell with you both.

This is taking too long.

Just get the bags.

You. Empty the till.

Don't help them.

No, see, she gets it.

Yeah. The faster we've done,

sooner we're gone
from your shop.

It's not a shop,
it's a boutique.

And her husband's a policeman.

- Sylvia.
- She's memorised your faces,

where you've left fingerprints.

You'll be locked up
before sunset.

- Should've worn the masks.
- You're bluffing.

You a copper's wife?

Who's there?

I can see your feet, love.

Come on. Out.

Oh, God. Oh, God.
Please don't hurt me.

Sit over there. Go on.

Where's the rest?

Did the bank run
this morning.

- That's all we have.
- You've gotta be kidding.

Please, just take
the money and go.

Look, it doesn't matter,
all right?

This is just a bonus.

We're here for Mr. Switch.

Susan touched a nerve.

Well, daft cow is lying to us.

Geordie. What is it?

I think Cathy
might be having an affair.

Or about to start one.

With Mr. Switch.

- She can't be.
- You've seen her

spending time with him.
You know, drinks after work.

And now they're going
on some fashion trip together.

She's pulling away.

And I bloody paired them up.

- Well, have you said anything?
- No.

Don't have proof.

And maybe I don't have
the right.

Why would you not have
the right?

Oh.

I had no idea.

What happened?

Stupid mistake. Nine years ago.

And all that time,
I've been waiting

for the other shoe to drop.

I really thought
we'd move past it.

Things have been good.

Geordie, you can't
give up on her.

She's put up with so much.

Not just my mistakes.

The hours, the worry.

And when I'm finally this close

to a cushy desk job.

Boss.

DI Edwin Standing's
team's connected

half a dozen robberies
over the last six weeks.

All with full-masked men.

One of them armed
with a sawn-off shotgun,

one with a pistol.

But no leads?

Thefts have been well-planned.
Efficient. Cash only.

Quick getaway each time.

Maybe it's Frank Brook's gang.

Maybe the others turned on him.

Susan must know something.

Well, she wasn't
exactly forthcoming.

Then we find another angle.

- What?
- Hello, Switchy.

JP.

What are you doing here?

Well, uh...

Whoa, whoa, no.
Whoa, whoa. Easy now.

We come for our money.

Well, take what's in the till.
That's all there is.

Don't play dumb.

We need it all.
Everything Frank gave you.

Where is Frank?

He'll be along any minute.

Where's the money?

It's not here. It's in the bank.

- What have you done?
- Now's not the time.

Now is the ruddy time!

Are you responsible
for this predicament?

These gentlemen
are part of a, erm,

consortium
that I owed a debt to.

They happened to have

a delightfully large
amount of cash

that needed safekeeping,
and, well,

with my fingertips
at Cece's accounts,

the opportunity
presented itself.

That money got us through
a rough couple of months.

This whole time,
you've been lying to me.

Tricking me. I'm not even
a good businesswoman.

All right, enough.

You said it's in the bank.
So you can get it now.

It's our account.

You'll need me or Cathy
with you, and we'll refuse.

You won't need to do that.

Yes, he does.

No.

I got the bank
to make Mr. Switch a signatory

on withdrawals.

Cathy.

All right,
you take Switch to the bank.

Get it all.
I'll wait here for Frank.

You owe Frank nothing.

Even if he hadn't died
this morning,

he was never
walking down that aisle.

Never celebrating
at the Feathers.

So who was he working with?

No idea.

He was leaving you.

- No. It's not like that.
- We have the note.

You've been here before,
haven't you, Susan?

Two domestics. Both causing
a breach of the peace.

Old boyfriends. Old news.

You shook your head
when you heard

Frank had been killed,
like you half expected it.

Like It's the best you deserve.

But, Susan,
you deserve better than that.

Stop punishing yourself.

It's not your fault
that he died or that he stole.

But it will be your fault
if someone else gets hurt.

JP. Erm, John Paul Millwood,

Bob Spindlove
and Dexter Sutton.

That was his gang.
And that's all I know.

I brought lunch.

And whatever we don't have,

I thought we could take to Jack
and Mrs. C's for tea later.

We won't be going.

Why not?

She was very rude
about us helping Raymond.

"Ridiculous," she said.

That it's up to the authorities.

Ah.

Ah?

I thought we both agreed.

Well, we agreed to help out.

Now,

I wouldn't trade
this time for anything, but...

it has become
something more.

Fine. Side with her.

Leonard, it's not
about taking sides.

Men like us,

we have to let go of so much.

I wasn't ready
to let go of the church,

but Raymond's been
such a wonderful distraction.

Yesterday, I started thinking
about school in September.

You've done so much for him.

But we are not his family.

It will only get harder
to say goodbye.

Dex Sutton.
No fixed abode.

Nasty piece of work,
by all accounts.

JP Millwood's not at home,

but didn't show
for work this morning.

One conviction
for handling stolen goods,

two for ABH.

Bob Spindlove

got picked up
over in Peterborough

late last night for petty theft.

They allowed him
to make one phone call.

The number he rang
matched Frank Brook's address.

So Frank knew one of his gang
had been caught.

That we'd be closing in.

So maybe the note to Susan
was a goodbye

before he did a runner.

All right, you check
Frank's home and the florists.

- Any clue as to where they'd go.
- Boss.

I'm going to miss this.

Reading endless police files?

You're going to miss it, too.

I can put a word in
with Larry if you like.

See if he fancies
retaining a regional vicar.

We're good at it.

We're a good team.

Everything has its time, Alphy.

A job with regular hours.
More holidays.

That's what Cathy deserves.

It might be our best chance.

Only chance.

Tell her you know.

Fight for her.

Still glass half full, then?

I reckon you've got
some faith left.

In people.

That there's good in us all.

Don't give up.

Because if you and Cathy
can't make it,

what hope is there
for the rest of us?

They were planning to skip town.

So they might have met up
after the tip-off.

Fancy a swift half
at the Feathers?

Do you think
we'll be on the telly?

I've always wanted to be famous.

Are you Nora Millwood's boy?

You are, aren't you?
Pierre, was it?

Something foreign.

John Paul.

Everyone calls me JP.

I went to school with Nora.

- You knew Mum?
- Lovely girl.

Turn in her grave
knowing you were on the rob.

Hey. I'm doing this
for my daughter, all right?

Give her a better life.

Nothing says "Better life"
like her dad in prison.

My ex ran off with her.

I already never see her.
Is that fair?

Well, you can bloody talk,

with a crook for an accountant.

That wasn't my choosing.

Hey, I didn't know
about it either, did I?

Was the accountant fella
your man?

No.

No. Why do you say that?

Because it looked
like he broke your heart.

Bloody men. Always let you down.

Well, that's why I'm here,
trying a fresh start.

That's what Cece's
was supposed to be about.

But now it's a lie.

And you put a perfectly
good marriage at risk.

Sylvia, nothing happened.

Enough of the chatter.

Let me guess.

He promised you
the moon and stars.

It was just nice
to be listened to.

He was interested.

Butter you up,
then let you down.

Bastards, the lot of them.

There are still
some good men out there.

We're just heading down
the Feathers to ask around.

Boss...

I found something else
in the paperwork

from the florist.

We've had Frank's accountant
in here before.

It's Peter Switch.

Isn't that Cece's accountant?

Don't answer it.

They're not picking up.

They could just be busy.

Switch was involved
in the Bert Mills case.

Not directly.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

You think I'm taking that risk?

JP, it's me. Let us in.

You... sit there.

We got it.

We can still make
the early ferry.

Yeah, once Frank
gets here.

I don't think Frank's coming.

- You said he was.
- If he's not here now,

then something
must have happened.

He must have done a runner.
I don't know. It's just us.

We can make it.

You lot...

stay calm.
Don't screw up now.

Any of you try and follow us,

I'll be aiming this at you

as soon as you come out
that door.

Okay.

Back in, back in, back in!

That's JP and Dexter.

Cathy!

Cathy.

Back off,

right now.

Please understand that this
is not what any of us wants.

You've done so much for us.

You don't know
what a joy it's been.

What an honour.

But it's not our place
to look after you.

- We're not family.
- You are!

You're my favourite uncles.

Social Services
will find someone.

No, please don't get up.

I'm damned if I'm letting him go
with strangers.

- Marcus...
- I'll change my will.

I'll make him your ward.

If you'll have him, that is?

Marcus...

I have a criminal record.

So does Dad. And Uncle Pete.

That's why you can't
go to them either.

I don't.

I've radioed Force Control

to get firearms ready.

Hold off! I want this done
without any shots fired.

Do you understand?

Okay.

It's all tied up
with the florist murder.

We need to know where those two
have been since last night.

Cathy'll be okay.

You don't know that.

What are we gonna do? JP?
I can't get caught. No way.

I don't know, okay?
I don't-

You did this, didn't you?

You signalled the bank...

No, no...

- You're dead, Switch!
- Stop it!

He's our prisoner now.

They all are... right?

We use them to bargain.
They're our way out.

- We don't need all of them.
- We do. We do.

We need the police to trust us.

Yeah? Listen to me.

Calm heads, yeah?

Nothing rash.
And we'll get out of here.

I just want to talk, that's all.

I'm Inspector Keating.

So how about you
tell me your name?

It doesn't matter.

Okay. How about
I take a guess...

JP Millwood.

And maybe
you've got Dexter Sutton

in there with you, too.

Look, Keating, we've got
four people in here.

You try anything daft
and it's on your head.

Can you tell me who they are?

The two ladies
that run the place,

is a customer
and the accountant.

Mr Switch...

JP...

All I care about is that
those people in there

go home to their loved ones
safe and well.

Now, what will it take
to get that?

You could get some food.
We're famished.

And a fast car.

You get me that,
I'll give you two of them.

I need all four.

We're holding on to two
as insurance.

We'll let 'em go as soon
as we're far enough away.

Got it?

I'll need time.

You've got 30 minutes.

You all right, mister?

Is he okay?

He's brought it all on himself.

I didn't have a choice.

You've seen
what these men are like.

I had to do it.

Don't back-pedal now
just cos the police are here.

Look, the money was
just resting in your account.

Banks do it all the time.

Everyone bends the law.
I bet even Geordie-

Don't you dare
bring him into this.

I can't believe I almost...

Oh, don't be so prissy.

You loved the attention.
You know you did.

Hush, please.

- You lied to me!
- And you ate it up.

The "Coco Chanel of the Fens?"
Really?

Come on.

You were lucky to have me.

Barmaid at the Feathers says
Frank and JP were in last night.

Raised voices...

JP called Frank
a "selfish bastard,"

bit of argy-bargy.

Landlord kicked 'em out
just before closing.

What was Frank doing
that was selfish?

Good work, Larry.

How quickly
can you get your car here?

- Mine?
- They want a fast car.

Yours looks the part.

So we measure, say,
half a gallon in the tank,

but we rig the gauge
to say it's full.

And they break down
20 miles out.

Geordie!

Have you spoken to Cathy
or Mrs C?

Are they okay?

I don't know.

Well, what are you
doing about it?

You're just standing
around out there-

I'm sure Geordie knows what-

Yeah, we're negotiating
with them, Jack.

Negotiating?

You need a show of force!

Show you mean business!

Jack, it's okay.
Nobody's been hurt.

And Geordie's got a plan.

Cathy's in there too.

But I do need someone
to get my car and bring it here.

- I'll go.
- Thank you.

You were right.

I've been a fool.

Yes, well, least said,
soonest mended.

I have to tell Geordie.

Are you mad, girl?
What did I just say?

I have to!

Oi!

Pipe down.

Oh, good grief!

You're blowing up a marriage.

Leonard's stealing a family.

Alphy's abandoned his post.

The whole world's gone
topsy-turvy.

Oh, you all right, Sylvia?

- Oh! Oh!
- Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God. Get... Get help.

Sylvia! Sylvia!

I've been awful to you.

And there's...

I'm so sorry.

I wasn't there for you.
For the village.

I may not be the right man
for this job.

No. I've had the same thought.

But I've seen you
be the right man.

And you're at least
talking like it now.

Keating!

Hey, we need a doctor in here.

- What's happened?
- Lady's collapsed.

Just bring her out.
We'll get a doctor.

Now, these people
are the only thing

keeping you from bursting in.

For God's sake, JP.

Take me instead.

- A trade.
- Alphy, no.

Deal.

I'll fetch her now.

I know you're on some kind
of atonement bender,

but you don't have
to risk your bloody life.

Geordie, it makes sense.

Look, maybe I can figure out
who killed Frank.

We didn't do anything.
She just went down.

I've got you, Mrs C.

Hey.

How's Cathy doing?

G... Geordie.

She's not thinking straight.

She's not...

I brought fish and chips.

Over there.

Cathy.

Thanks.

Alphy, have you seen Sylvia?

Georgie's with her.

He'll get her help.

And is, er... Is he okay?

He's worried about you.

But he's being brilliant.

Is this, um,

lunch or dinner?

I've lost track of all time.

I only came in to buy a dress.

Oh, er, please don't, er...

Oh, no. Never mind.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
Bad habits.

Has she paid for that dress yet?

Keep the dress.

You deserve it after all this.

You gave us quite a shock
there, Mrs C.

The doc said drop
in blood pressure due to stress.

I'm just glad you're okay.

That Millwood boy,
he did say he was doing it

for his daughter.
To be back with her.

Frank was ditching
his fiancee,

he would have wanted JP to leave

without his daughter...
a clean getaway.

That what the "selfish bastard"
argument was about?

Find out where the daughter is.

Maybe we can get ahead of them.

Thanks, Jack.

Sylvia's out. She's okay.

Oh, thank God.

And Cathy's still in there?

Along with Alphy.

- Oh!
- Oh, my darling.

Sylvia.

That Mrs Chapman...

she gonna be okay?

I-I don't know.

She's out of harm's way.
Unlike the rest of us.

As long as we get what we want,
you'll all be fine.

Just don't cross us.

I believe you.

I saw what you did
to Frank Brook.

What's happened to Frank?

Oh, come on.

One of you killed him.

A two-way split's
better than three, right?

I... I thought he'd run.

Well, somebody got to him.

It wasn't me.

Then your friend?

He's just a kid
he pretends to be tough.

He wouldn't shoot Frank.

Frank was stabbed.

What's going on in here?

Frank's dead.

What did you do?

You said he'd run.
He's messing with you.

No. No, I'm not. Not at all.

I knew you were touched.

What did you do?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey!

Is anyone hurt?

Bastard! You killed Frank!

It wasn't me.

JP! What's happening?

They heard the shot. They just
want to know if anyone's hurt.

- JP!
- Go on, tell 'em.

And get our car.
No mucking around.

I want to be gone from here.

What happened?

Is everyone all right?

It's just a bit of
property damage, that's all.

Everybody's fine.

Where's our car?

It's here.

Now, you promised me
two hostages.

All right, two of you
are coming with us.

I'll go with you.
You don't need anyone else.

Thanks,
but it ain't your choice.

Bugger it, I'll go.

No. No, you mustn't.

You just got caught up
in all this.

- Take me.
- Cathy.

Don't be daft.
You've got a family.

Let me be bloody mad for a day.

It... it won't be for long.

Just 'til we're
clear of Cambridge.

Sorry vicar,

one of you's with us
all the way across the channel.

A trip to France.
Lucky old me.

One of you?

You... you're ditching
one of us?

I could pick up
my little girl now, can't I?

I mean, it's on the way.

You want her that badly,
what do I care?

Bob Spindlove
got picked up last night,

so you two and Frank
were going to run.

But you bought
four ferry tickets this morning,

before you came in here. Before
you knew about Frank's death...

So, who was going?
You two, Frank, and...

Well, the selfish bastard
wanted to bring his fiancee.

His fiancee?

Geordie, could I talk to you
for a moment?

I was brusque with you earlier.

It's perfectly
understandable, Jack.

No...

You're putting on
a better front than me.

She'll be all right,
you know.

I've let things
slide with Cathy.

Standing still all day
like an idiot,

when I should've been
fighting for her.

I'm getting Cathy
out of this mess.

And I'm never letting
go of her again.

Well, whatever worries you have,
she loves you.

She would never leave you.

No. It's not like that.

It's not like that...

He was leaving you.

No, it's not like that.

Christ on a bike...

Larry!

I need Susan Lee
brought down here now.

Boss.

How long is this gonna take?

- This yours?
- Yeah.

I better change out of this.

Oh, honestly, keep it.

Oh, pollen stains.

You'll want sticky tape
and cold water for that.

You work in a flower shop?

Yeah, good guess.

Part-time. Plays havoc
with my sinuses.

You were resigned
about Frank's behaviour.

Was he playing away?

You dragged me here for this?

Susan, there are four hostages
whose lives are at stake,

and it's all connected
to Frank's murder.

Now, I know it's hard
to admit,

I know it makes you feel angry
and ashamed...

but please tell me.

Yeah, there were others.

Do you know who?

Not all.

There was a girl at his work.
Head in the clouds.

You worked with Frank Brook!

What... What are you
talking about?

What?

He was planning on running away
with his fiancee, so...

it was you he was ditching.

Tracey Western,
resident at 6 Glynde Road.

That's just off Patch Lane,

where Frank was found.

You thought he was your ticket
to a better life,

but then he left you that note,
that bouquet...

You couldn't accept it,
could you?

He was panicking.
Running back to her.

But I deserved that money.

- Oh, my God!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Give me the gun... now!

Take it.

Tracey...

don't do this.

I didn't put in all that time
with Frank for nothing.

I was promised a life of luxury.

I came here to collect
what I'm owed.

It's not yours!

This says it is.

Pick up my money.

Outside. Nice and slow.

Okay.

Everyone stay back.

Tracey...

- Are the keys in that car?
- Yep.

Ready to go.

So no-one needs to get hurt.

Stay back!

I'm taking Cathy.

No. No, you're not.

It's all right. I'll go.

No.

Not her.

No! No!

- Stay back!
- My money!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Hey, son...

don't be foolish.

Let's put the gun down.

It's all right.

Just give it to me.

Geordie.

Geordie! Geordie!

- No!
- Move!

No, no, no!

No, you listen to me,
Geordie Keating.

Where's the bloody doctor?

You're going nowhere.

I'm not losing you.

Love you, Geordie Keating.

It's gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay, Geordie.

You're gonna be okay.

No, Geordie!

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