All language subtitles for Wild Bill S01E05 1080P x264 RB58.eng

This is Skeltoft Farm Camp.

We offer good work in
a variety of sectors,

liaising with the Home Office,

ensuring that all immigration
paperwork is bang up to date.

Warm, comfortable accommodation,

with a choice of private or shared rooms.

Your every need is catered for,

with communal kitchens and laundries.

I'm Darren Bailey, owner
of Skeltoft Farm Camp.

Skeltoft, it's a great
place to live and work.

What are you shooting at, the ozone layer?

- There hasn't been a bird all morning.
- Yeah, I know.

I just like firing the ruddy thing.

You're right, though.
There's nowt happening here.

There's no bloody beaters.

Home Office immigration crackdown.

Every time they send out
those enforcement vans,

half the county disappears underground.

If I knew he was coming,
I would have worn a wire.

Now, then, Oleg. Won't you
lend us a couple of your lads?

Yeah, they're good at beating.

Your nation's reliance on migrant labour

is going to destroy it from the inside.

- Oh, so you're not a migrant?
- I'm not slave labour.

I'm a high-net-worth individual.

Like us.

~

You're welcome.

But I'm not Polish.

- Charlene Bailey.
- Oh, you're Darren Bailey's daughter?

He was supposed to join us today.

- Er, he had something come up.
- Aye.

A bottle of Jose Cuervo and the
kebab that he had after it,

knowing your dad, eh?

Yep.

This is what I joined up for.

Investigating fly-tipping.

That's going to make a mess of your car.

Maklov 1000.

Sounds foreign.

What are you doing?

- There could be anything in there.
- Yeah, there could be.

There could be hard drugs, there
could be the Hitler diaries,

weapons of mass destruction,
plutonium, whatever.

If it washes up somewhere,
it'll be West Lincs'.

They can deal with it. I'm off.

West Lincs is that way.

I'm glad you've made a friend here.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You know, you both have a lot in common.

Your parents are both cops.

You're kind of outsiders.

He's gay. You're American.

It's like you designed him yourself.

A cop's son with no interest
in dating your daughter.

Do you really think I'm that controlling?

Please. If you could create an algorithm

that would predict my
behaviour, you would.

What makes you think I haven't?

So, I guess I'm no longer grounded?

Man, she's good.

I have no idea why I'm doing this.

Because Keith's going.

And why is Keith going?

Because he likes to have his photo taken

in front of the immigration
enforcement vans.

It plays to his electorate.

So, I'm spending my day watching
my force protect immigration teams

so Keith can get re-elected?

You were hired to get Keith re-elected.

Don't you love democracy?

All right, boys, let's go put on a show!

You almost look like real cops.

Skeltoft is a lot like Compton, sir.

Just more polka, less hip-hop.

Right, best we go and
babysit Border Control.

Keep moving.

- Welcome to the front line, Bill.
- I almost feel at home.

All you need is a 30-foot wall
and some better Mexican food.

You remember Charlene.

You have a problem with your permits?

My dad usually sorts all of this stuff.

I told the enforcement officer
to wait, but he's not listening.

- Hurry up. Get in the van.
- My wife is with me!

Here. Give it to me.

You entertain the gentleman
with the expensive shoes.

- Hurry up!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, listen.

I know you have your quota,
but I have my quota, too.

And these workers are late to
pick your two-for-one broccoli.

- Let's go.
- This is a joke.

These five have permits, you idiot.

- It looks like you lot
jumped the gun. - Fuck you!

- Who's that?
- That's Lubica.

Dad's girlfriend.

Lucky old Dad.

You do yoga, Charlene? The mala bracelet?

I used to, yeah.

Used to do a lot of things, did Charl.

Yoga, pilates, meditation...
You name it, she's quit it.

We haven't met.

I'm DJ. This is my brother Matthew.

Sorry Dad's not here. Keith knows
his way to his drinks cabinet, mind.

Yeah, well, nowt changes,
does it? Come on.

- What's up with you?
- Get in.

Do I recognise you?

- Erm, Muriel Yeardsley.
- Muriel, from school?

Yeah!

Muriel, it's been...

.. six days now since I last saw my dad.

He's not answering his phone?

He can't, can he? Cos he left it behind.

Immigration officers...
Knobheads, the lot of them.

So, you went to school with her?

The teachers used her
as a cautionary tale.

You know, "Don't do a Bailey," they'd say.

Drink, drugs, she got pregnant at 14.

14? Jesus, my daughter's 14.

Well, she's right to be worried.

See what you can find on that phone.

The password to Darren Bailey's
phone is DJ's birthday.

The 8th of the 9th 1989. 8989.

His son and heir.

Any data on the SIM?

There's something gnarly, sir.

He's got access to the
camp's CCTV on his phone.

There's cameras everywhere.

The Polish lads on my farm

say that Darren Bailey
is a total control freak.

He always seems to know what people
are up to. And now we know how.

- Any sign of him leaving the camp?
- Not yet.

But, I mean, there's loads of it.

Who's that?

It's his girlfriend.

She's in a nightgown in the rain.

Is that the night he left?

Yeah, it is.

I suppose I'd better go down
there, have a quiet chat.

Take Drakes and Cobley with you.

I don't want you going down there alone.

What's she doing?

More like, what has she done?

Why are we back here?

What do you think is in that case?

It's more what I'm hoping is not in there.

Caught yourself a conscience?

Well, the question is, what's more stupid,

kicking it in the river or
coming back here to fish it out?

Aye. It is a dilemma.

Hey...

There you go.

You can settle it.

Oh...!

Come on.

There you go.

I'm sorry.

Your dad was found near Frith Bank.

How? How was he killed?

The pathologist believes it was
a blow to the back of the head.

It's still early days, so
there's tests to be done.

Come on, Charlene.
There's 400 in this camp

and 90% of them would
happily slit our throats.

We're trying to talk here, Charl.

She can cry wherever she wants.

It's her home too, right? And her father.

Dad's gone. Why are you still here?

I cared for your father, DJ.

Oh, you cared for him? I
thought you loved him?

At least his money.

He always knew you were
shagging around behind his back.

Do not speak nonsense, you little man!

All right, easy. We're
just talking to her.

That night, she was ranting
and raving like a maniac.

- I heard her through the walls.
- I wasn't ranting at him, DJ.

I was fucking him!

I want you out. Now!

Lubica!

So, you think the same? I
was fucking him for money.

But earlier on...?

I mean, I wasn't fucking
him for his looks.

A marriage of convenience.

Yeah, without the marriage.

Or is your marriage less convenient?

Less convenient, the way it ended.

I thought he would come through this
door full of sorries and presents.

We saw you on CCTV in
your nightgown in the rain.

You looked pretty upset.

He's right. We did have an argument.

Not unusual for us.

Economics degree?

It might surprise you to hear,
this wasn't the life I dreamt of.

Where will you go?

Dorm eight has a spare bed.

I rejoin the picking gang tomorrow.

Here...

Let me help you.

Why would somebody do this to Dad?

Did the company have any trouble?

You know, unpaid debts or disputes.

Dad didn't say anything. Not to me.

I'm sure you know, I was in rehab.

I guess I'm a fuck-up next
to someone like you, huh?

We all fuck up. Believe me.

Dorm rooms, kitchen, the bus picks
up at 7:00am, drops off at 7:00pm.

Is your dryer broken?

Dryers and washers, £4 a load.

That's why we use the greenhouse.

£2 if you want to get your phone charged.

They don't seem that cut up about Darren.

Do they hate him that much?

Can you blame them?

Immigrants lead shitty
lives in this country.

- Some immigrants.
- Hey...

This wasn't exactly my dream, either.

What will Charlene do?

She lives for this one
kind word from her father.

And now she's never going to get it.

I had my baby taken off
me. Did you know that?

No. I'm...

I'm sorry.

I've let him down, haven't I?

My dad.

Do you know, I remember you.

After school, always rushing
home to help on the farm.

That's the life... My brothers' life now.

I wasn't even in the running
to take over the farm.

Still, my dad calls me every night

and asks advice on this,
that, the tractor.

Your dad asks you for advice?

Yeah.

Sometimes.

Hey, honey, I'm going
to make the two of...

.. three of us something to eat.

OK. Hello, Lydia's son.

I thought that, er, when Alex goes home,

tonight might be a good night for
us to resume our Uno challenge...

Mr Hixon, can I ask you something?

Sure.

How do you know when someone likes you?

You know, like that.

Well, a lot of times, you don't.

You know, erm...

.. I would just say you...

.. go up to them and
you pour your heart out.

- Oh...
- Life is short.

So, you...

.. go up to him or her and
just really lay it on the line.

You know, and the good news
is, if you crash and burn,

you have a good friend
who can pick you back up.

Yeah.

- Hello?
- Ah, Bill.

Any truth to the story that Darren
Bailey was so hated by his workers

that they actually threw a party
when they found out he was dead?

Are you really going to insinuate
that the foreign workers

- rose up against him?
- I wasn't.

- But I think you just did.
- Way to pour gasoline on the fire.

I also read your article
about the gold-digger,

- worming her way into Darren's millions.
- Lubica Varga.

Yeah, she looks hot in those
bikini pictures, too, hey?

Please...

Well, someone whacked him over the head.

Just telling a story.

Don't you think that story's
been told enough round here?

Huh.

This is Darren Bailey, leave a message.

~

So, your father actually
comes to you for advice?

Yeah. We're close.

We go bowling every Thursday.
Every night since I were a kid.

- Goddamn.
- Take a listen to this, sir.

~

So, Matthew weren't kidding when
he said everyone hated his dad.

- What are they saying?
- I don't know.

I don't speak Slovenian.
But you get the gist.

There's loads of messages from all sorts.

Six from some bloke called Tomas Kovac.

I've sent Cobley and Drakes down to
root out the ones we can identify.

- Like Kovac.
- What about the brothers Grimm?

- They stand to inherit the place.
- Their alibis check out.

They spent the night drinking in Boston.

I mean, they don't want their dad gone.

They don't want to work that hard.

The place shows a turnover of 8 million.

- 8 million?
- Mm.

It's a goldmine.

What if he isn't doing it on his own?

You said Lubica had an economics degree.

Maybe she's the brains.

Tomas Kovac.

Yeah, he looks like he could
follow through on a phone threat.

He could have dumped Darren's
body in the suitcase.

About that...

They're looking for someone who
dumped a body up at Frith Bank.

But we know it was further up, don't we?

Do we?

I don't.

Watch my back, Drakesy. I'm going in.

We'd like a word, please, Mr Kovac.

In private, if that's all right.

You can say what you like in
front of Lubica. She's a friend.

Look, where were you last Tuesday night?

Here. I'm here every day.

Dimitri...

You were here until the
gym closed, 10:00pm.

We signed in. We have to.
It comes out of our wages.

Everything does.

I'm the best picker he had.
And I was negative wages.

Paying to work, that's slavery, no?

Right...

Three.

Do you think someone
killed Dad over money?

Charlene, we're just covering
bases. The last three years will do.

Anything that's not in archive.

I'm not sure where the accounts are
kept. Lubica put a new system...

That's them there.

Here, look at the spreadsheets.

Oh, this is a labyrinth.

It'd take a forensic accountant six
months to go through this shit.

Well, if it's that complex,
it's to hide something.

Debts, laundering...

Lubica is all over the accounts.

Notes are in her handwriting.

What happened here?

Well, that's the most recent quarter, sir.

Wait, what is it, sir?

Sir...?

Will you be back?

Do you see what I mean?

Something changed.

Six months ago, those were
classic smoke-and-mirror accounts.

Double transactions, switchbacks...

Now it's like Mary
Poppins and Mother Teresa

opened a retirement fund.

- Clean as a whistle.
- I thought...

.. you weren't talking to me.

Well, you did prosecute
the serious fraud case

- against the Liberian fund.
- Are we going to talk about what happened?

- We do not have to talk about
what happened. - Andrew, my ex...

Not everyone talks about everything
that happens all the time.

- Andrew and I are just friends. - Mm.

- Occasionally, with benefits.
- There it is.

But not of late.

I put a stop to that.

I felt it was...

- .. holding me back.
- Holding you back from what?

You should take it this
time. It is actually ringing.

You're so romantic.

So, the girl, Lubica. You think she
was running the old dirty accounts

and the new clean ones?

I think she was doing more than that.

Skeltoft Farm Limited is no
longer the holding company.

It's a shell under a new owner.

Skeltoft Assets.

Well, who owns the goddamn farm?

So, Lubica owns the bloody place?

She is the majority shareholder
in Skeltoft Assets.

Which is the holding company
for the whole business.

- Muriel... - Not now, Sean.
I'm talking to the Chief.

So, what did Darren's kids
have to say about it all?

No, I don't think they know.

Otherwise, we would have heard
DJ screaming about it from here.

Lubica... Wow!

Muriel...

I mean, it's such a classic move.

Saddle a company with bad
debt, run it into the ground,

- then they're forced to sign it over to you.
- Mm, and then you do them in.

Poor Charlene.

She trusted Lubica like a second mom.

Mum? She's only three
years older than Charlene.

She's an arctic fox.

She'd chew off her own leg to survive.

- So, you think Lubica did it all on her own?
- You don't think she did?

You don't think she's smart enough?

If you follow the money,
it's the only answer.

Yeah, and you follow the suitcase
and you get an even better one.

CCTV from Witham Bend.

What am I looking at?

Tomas Kovac in possession of a
Maklov 1000 Wednesday last, 7:13am.

The same suitcase I found Darren in.

'The suspect is Tomas Kovac.

Heavy-set, hunky build.

He should be approached with caution.

They're still searching. Not a sign.

- Do you want us to bring the dogs in?
- Is this his?

- Yes.
- Right.

He sent money to Slovenia.

We all send money to our families.

15 grand?

He's done a runner, hasn't he?

Yeah.

Dad wouldn't give up this
company. He built it from nothing.

- What was he thinking?
- Thinking with his dick, as usual.

That's my dad that you're talking about.

Well, three months ago,

he folded the previous corporate
structure into a new entity.

All assets controlled by Miss Varga.

That was her plan all along.

Get Dad, get in our house, get
the lot. I'm calling the lawyer.

I wouldn't.

You've hundreds of thousands from
this camp going through the books

that are completely unexplained.

I'm freezing your assets

- until the proceeds of crime
investigation's complete. - Serious?

This is bullshit.

DJ!

- Does any of this makes sense to you?
- Does what?

Dad was killed. Tomas went missing.

Tomas killed Dad.

Were you aware of any kind of relationship

- between Miss Varga and Tomas?
- They were friends.

He trained her. He trained me, too.

- Are you trying to say...?
- Were they training that night?

- Did you see them maybe?
- Lubica did all of the books. She...

Charlene?

I introduced her to Dad!

Did I introduce Dad to
the woman that killed him?

Darren asked me to do the accounts.

It was a better job than
picking in frozen fields.

You concealed financial crime.

It was nothing to do with
me. Darren was the boss.

He had many unsavoury
friends. Criminals, probably.

Always out drinking, doing
cocaine, whatever he felt like.

I told him financial crime
was for men smarter than him.

He promised he'd stop.

And he did.

So, he closed the dirty company and
opened the new one in your name.

Signing the assets into my name

was to protect his family and their home.

Why not sign it over to his children?

Cos he didn't want them to
know the mess he'd made.

Who was the bad money, Lubica?

Who was he in bed with?

There was much Darren kept from me.

OK, do you really think I'd
be back picking cabbages

in the fricking rain if I had
thousands stashed under my mattress?

- What about Tomas Kovac?
- What about Tomas Kovac?

Tomas dumped the body.

Tomas sent £15,000 home to his family.

A down payment for killing Darren, was it?

Tomas didn't kill anyone.

He cries when he finds a
dead dormouse in the field.

Where is he, Lubica?

Where's Tomas?

Dad used to say that I was just like Mum.

I only ever think of myself.

Which is funny, really. Because I've
never thought that much of myself.

- Dads talk a lot of
shit sometimes. - No.

He was right.

I've fucked up more than once.

School, drink, drugs...

Then there was this guy on the
farm who gave me some attention.

When I told Dad that I was pregnant...

Well, you can imagine how that one went.

How did you feel?

I wasn't good enough to be a mum.

Well, yeah. I mean,
that's crazy. You were 14.

He made me give her up.

So, the baby was adopted.

I couldn't look after myself.

Dad said he was done with looking
after feckless women's babies.

He was upset about your mother leaving.

No.

He was right.

I'm not good enough.

I needed to show him that
I could be his daughter.

Be someone's mum.

It's too late now.

You're not going to do
anything stupid, right?

No.

I'm not brave enough for that.

When you, erm...

.. took those pills...

.. how did it feel?

I don't know.

I think I felt relieved.

And alone?

I could have helped you.

Were you afraid to come to me?
Did you think you'd let me down

by sending that boy your photos?

You down? I let Mom down.

She never would have fallen
for a stupid trick like that.

I wanted her to yell at me. And
she wasn't even around to do that.

I'm sorry.

Alex kissed me today.

- What?
- He said it was your idea.

- I thought Alex was gay.
- That's what I thought as well, Dad.

Why does everyone always
want something more?

Things were fine the way they were.

I just want things to go
back to the way they were.

I believe you wanted to speak to me.

A night in the cell has
focused your mind, has it?

Yes. You are a very clever policewoman.

Darren has a safe where he
keeps his paperwork and stuff.

Maybe in there you will
find what you need.

I'll show you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

What the fuck does she
think she's doing here?

- I thought she was locked up.
- Right, she's helping us.

A lot more than I can say for you two.

I know you paid someone
to find Tomas Kovac.

Not to find him. To kill him.

You're stupid enough
to say that to a copper?

Behind that.

He always loved me in that mirror.

There's no financial stuff in
here. It's just old letters.

They're written in Polish.

More hate mail, probably.

Jesus!

Get her in that car. I
want her out of here now.

You're dead! You are fucking dead!

- Charlene, stop it, calm down.
- I'm going to kill her!

- Calm down, Charlene.
- Fucking dead!

Fucking kill her!

Requesting assistance.
Critical incident at Skeltoft.

Hey!

Get down, now!

Hey, hey! Stop.

Stop it.

I had to hide. They were going to kill me.

Tomas Kovac...

.. I'm arresting you for
the murder of Darren Bailey.

You argued with Darren.

We've got you on his voicemail
threatening to kill him.

You're a man of your word.
You went through with it.

Or maybe it wasn't your fault at all.

Maybe it wasn't your idea.

I have nothing to say to you.

How much do you earn through the camp?

Let's take last month.

£643.49p in your back pocket.

Yet, you sent home 15 grand.

Lubica paid you to kill Darren.

Didn't she?

You think I take money from a woman?

- Don't go down for her.
- I have nothing to say to you.

Cobley!

- ~ - What was that?

What did you say to him?

We've got cameras all with
sound, so we're going to find out.

I told him not to worry.

Really? Because I'd be worried.

- He did nothing.
- Nothing?

He was caught on camera dumping
Darren Bailey's body. That's murder.

Tomas didn't kill Darren.

He just put him in the suitcase.

How do you know that?

Because I told him to.

Are you sure you don't want
someone else to do this, sir?

Nonsense, Muriel. This is your case.

You've got this, Yeardsley. Make us proud.

Lubica Varga...

.. I presume you're here to confess
to the murder of Darren Bailey?

No.

No?

No?

I found him in our bedroom.

Lying on the floor.

His head broken.

And you with a large,
blunt object in your hand.

I did not kill him.

You just found him.

So, why didn't you call the police?

You have to ask?

His body in my bedroom.

You wouldn't have believed me.

For some reason, I thought
the authorities might do

what they normally do, and blame the
Slovenian gold-digging immigrant.

Isn't this what the newspaper called me?

You told Tomas to do a runner.

I told him to go to the
airport and never come back.

Not to hide in the polytunnels.

Did you pay him?

No. I offered, actually. But he...

- .. doesn't take money from women.
- Doesn't take money from women.

Yeah, I've heard.

So, he risked life imprisonment...

.. for a friend?

Yes.

It is also true that, one day,
he'd like to be fucking me.

Oh, I see...

All-empowered Englishwoman looking
up to your male boss for direction.

Yes. Yes, I asked him to help me.

Because I was physically unable to
crack the bones of my dead lover,

put him in the bag and then
remove it from my bedroom.

Tomas did it for me because
he has passion for me.

You've never felt this
sort of passion, have you?

That feeling deep in your groin that
would make you do anything for her.

Darren was a hard man to love. But I did.

He was not afraid to get his hands dirty.

You wouldn't find him watching
TV talent shows and moisturising.

It's just pathetic this country with
its shit food and piss-water beer.

Even the women, afraid to dress
nice, in case someone looks at them.

Then complaining when they don't.

Where did Tomas get the money?

Come on, £15,000.

You tell people like me
we're lazy, useless, go home.

Well, maybe we will. See
how you deal with that.

Tomas Kovac sent 15 grand
back home months ago.

Yeah, you go, Muriel.

Once you got Skeltoft under your name,

you decided to have Darren
killed. You planned this.

You paid him.

I did not pay him.

If that wasn't payment for
a murder, what was it for?

Where did Tomas get the money, Lubica?

We all got emails. Free money, it said.

Some of us were stupid
enough to believe it.

All we had to do was let
them use our bank details.

They put thousands through our accounts

and let us keep a few hundred each time.

Layering.

Layering?

What's that, then?

It's money laundered through
thousands of private accounts.

So, the little guys get popped
and the big guys never do.

Loads of people in the camp fell for it.

There were new iPads. Canada
Goose coats everywhere.

It wasn't just the
workers, though, was it?

That's what you were trying to hide
in the Skeltoft business accounts.

Darren was letting them use
the camp and all its workers

to launder money.

Like I said, I told him to stop.

And when he did...?

They didn't like it.

Yeah, they killed him.

Who are they, Lubica?

She said he died at
Skeltoft in their bedroom.

Someone hit him. And we
still don't have a weapon.

Broadbent says there are no
traces of fragments in his skull.

She's still waiting on
blood and tissue analysis.

It makes sense. I mean, it's
only a murder investigation.

The story checks out.

There's evidence of layering in
a lot of the workers' accounts

and your dad's books.

Yeah, someone was using
this place to money launder.

And they didn't like it
when he wanted to stop.

So, the money men killed Dad?

But you don't know who
they are yet, do you?

You're useless.

This is where she said she found him,

on his back, his head to the door.

So, they came in behind him and hit him.

The wound was at the top of the skull.

It was a hard, downward motion.

Darren's what, six feet tall?
This ceiling's barely seven.

I don't think they could
get that kind of an angle.

Somebody killed Darren
Bailey. He was a piggy bank.

They weren't going to let that go
just because he wanted to go legit.

Here it is.

Darren tested positive
for alcohol, cocaine...

.. and cyanide?

Cyanide?

- He was poisoned?
- But the head wound...?

So, he fell and hit his head.

But the fall didn't kill
him. It was the poison.

He must have hit something
hard on the way down.

Get forensics in here. He was poisoned.

Hi, Val.

Go and get the brothers.

Poison's intimate. It's
someone you're close with.

Someone you're breaking bread with.

You two are certainly
chips off the old block.

It's not ours. Charl was here last.

Charlene's doing cocaine again?

She hasn't touched the stuff since
rehab. That's Dad's tin. His stash.

Charlene used to score it for him.

Charlene got coke for your dad?

- Yeah. - Where did
Charlene get the coke?

Dad was picky with what he liked.
Pure Siberian snow, he called it.

Siberian snow?

- Where is she?
- I don't know. But I saw her run off.

- Dad's car's not there.
- Stupid cow.

Why would she take the coke?

Jesus Christ...!

Charlene's been off
drugs for years. Why now?

- She needed the courage, I guess.
- For what?

Where are you going, sir?
She could be anywhere.

She's going to Oleg Krasnov's.

He's laundering money through the
camp. Charlene was the intermediary.

I think she's going to try and kill him.

She's just ahead, sir.

She's nearly at Oleg's.

Shit!

- Charlene?
- Call for paramedics.

Possible cocaine overdose.

'Is she conscious and breathing?

It's not cocaine, it's cyanide!

Correction. It's cyanide.

They poisoned your father's
coke. Is that what you took?

He told me that I could
make Dad a tonne of money

and that he'd be proud of me.

Shh...

Keep her talking, but
make sure she keeps warm.

I didn't mean to.

I killed him.

Shh...

I killed my dad!

No, you didn't.

The man who laced his
coke with cyanide did that.

- Do you miss Queen Anne's?
- Not remotely.

- It was a bitch fest.
- Thank God you made your escape.

I ran away six times.

You're already here. Sorry I'm late.

How's, er...? How's everything?

Good.

It's given me a chance
to find out some things.

Such as how you encouraged...

.. Kelsey's gay boyfriend
to make a move on her.

Well, that is a very rough synopsis.

I knew Dad was involved when Alex
used the phrase "minimal risk".

Oh...!

OK, we're going to need some wine.

"Anna is 12 now.

"She loves volleyball and Ariana Grande.

"She's a happy girl and
loves her life here.

"She would love to see her
mum, if her mum is interested."

The letters were written in Polish.

It took me a while to
work out what they were.

Do you know he put her up for adoption?

He wouldn't tell me where. He
just told me to sign the papers.

I wanted to find her, but...

.. Dad told me that they
didn't want to hear from me.

They were in your dad's safe.

He kept them all.

Can you read it to me
again, please? The last one.

Yeah. Erm...

"Dear Anna's mum, we hope
you are getting our letters.

"Anna is growing up so fast and she
often asks about her birth mother.

"We tell her we are sure
you also think of her.

"One day, we hope you
will both be able to meet."

Thank you.

What about him, the Russian?

- Do you have enough
to arrest him? - No.

He kept to himself, removed
from all those details.

But trust me, I'm not letting go of this.

I've got a lot to answer for, haven't I?

- It's like Dad said, I...
- No, I'm sorry, but your dad was wrong.

And you have a daughter out
there that needs you to see that.

Are you staying?

- DJ and I came to an arrangement. - Hm.

They need someone who knows
how to run this place.

I see someone's fixed the dryers.

Someone took out the coin slots.

It's good business.

Incentivised workers work harder.

I also fixed the hot tub.

What about Tomas? Is he staying?

He has big arms. And I
like men with big arms.

Another marriage of convenience.

Well, then, everybody's happy.

Yeah.

Including the man who
murdered Darren Bailey.

I wasn't expecting you, Bill.

Sorry about that. Next time,
my aim will be better.