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The Rhythm Of The Night by Corona

♪ This is the rhythm of the night

♪ The night

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ The rhythm of the night

♪ This is the rhythm of my life

♪ My life

♪ Oh, yeah

# The rhythm of my life... ♪

I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely... - ...you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Where are we with the search?

Section 17, 18 warrants are on the way.

I want us banging on doors within the hour -

not just these two and Kavanagh. All of them.

All right, Helen, love. It's only us.

Give me them.

In there, in there.

Hiya. You all right? - Hello, love.

Did you enjoy yourselves? - Yeah.

How's he been? - No trouble at all.

Went out like a light.

Is Elaine not with you?

No. No, she's... not. No, she's busy dancing still.

That's nice. Hopefully that'll do her some good.

Yeah.

Yeah. Erm...

Should I get...? I'll get you a taxi, shall I?

SHE SUPPRESSES SOB

Is everything all right, love?

Yeah.

No, I...

It's just all a bit overwhelming.

Must have been.

A lot going on.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, fuck's sake.

HE SIGHS

Hello, Nance. - Jamie, is she there? Are you home?

She's just with the baby at the minute.

I'll get her to call you back.

Is Rachel OK? - I really don't know, love.

We had to leave the hospital and get back for Alfie.

She was literally five seconds in front of me!

Listen, Nance, I'm going to get her to ring you back, all right?

Er... She's going to come to yours.

OK. -All right, love.

Fuckin' hell...

Will you step down, please?

Can you state your full name, please?

Michael Christopher Kavanagh.

Robert Paul Duffy.

Elaine Elizabeth Phelan.

Right, your cab's four minutes away.

How much is in here? It... It weighs a ton.

It's everything we've got.

Oh, my God, Jamie. I am not carrying a gun.

We can't stay here.

I'm not taking a fucking gun. I can't take a gun to Nancy's.

You're going to have to, cos it can't stay here.

Just take it out! -Melissa, we are about to get fucking raided!

Do you understand?

Right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. OK?

What do you want me to do? I can't just throw it over the back fence.

It's too late to have it collected.

Come here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Come here. Come here.

It's going to be OK. All right? All right.

Listen, I'll take this. You get the baby,

and I'll get you out of here.

Stay indoors. And don't forget to call Dennis, OK?

He needs to know that we're still serious.

OK.

I'm going to come and get you as soon as I'm out. I'll be 24 hours.

He was aiming for you. And he's still out there.

I know.

I'll see you soon, OK? I love you.

HANDCUFFS UNFASTEN

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

DISTANT SPLASH

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Anything?

They're just saying it was a woman.

But no name.

And they're saying it's serious.

That's it.

And are we thinking it was Freddie who fired the gun?

I don't want it to be him.

It's got to be something to do with his dad.

Michael should have sat him down and told him straight.

PHONE BUZZES

And who's Michael talking to on a burner phone?

Just leave it.

You can't bury your head, hon.

It's a sure-fire way to get a boot up the arse.

Give us a hand with the bags, please.

Don't know what's in here,

but it's not baby wipes and it's not staying here.

It's all over the socials.

Would you just keep an eye on him and I'll take the bag upstairs?

Melissa...

They haven't named her.

But they're saying she's dead.

I'm so sorry. - No.

It could have been you.

My baby sister.

BOTH SOB

SIREN WAILS

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

THUD RESOUNDS Nice one.

Armed police! - Armed police! - Armed police!

OVERLAPPING SHOUTING

On your knees! - On your knees! - On your knees!

Anyone else in the property? - No, it's only me.

Jamie Phelan, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned something which you later rely on...

In The Wee Small Hours by Frank Sinatra

♪ In the wee small hours of the morning

♪ While the whole wide world is fast asleep

♪ You lie awake

♪ And think about the girl

♪ And never, ever think of counting sheep

♪ When your lonely heart

♪ Has learned its lesson

♪ In the wee small hours of the morning

♪ That's the time

♪ You miss her most

♪ Of all. ♪

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH - All good?

All done?

Yeah.

It's the last one.

What does that mean?

Need a trip to the clinic tomorrow.

I don't know if I'll need more of... Maybe that's it.

I'll go with you.

Mmm.

PHONE BUZZES FAINTLY

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

It's the burner again.

PHONE CONTINUES BUZZING

CALL DISCONNECTS

Gone.

They clearly only want to speak to Michael.

And do not know he's been arrested.

Just about to start, Barney.

If we could start by asking you

to take a look at a couple of photographs, Michael.

These are images taken from a security camera

on Temple Street, Liverpool city centre.

Is that you...

...standing at the top of Temple Street?

I couldn't say.

Note the time code and date.

Yeah. I'm still none the wiser.

27 minutes later.

And you're still standing in the same spot.

Top of Temple Street.

Waiting for what?

Who?

No comment.

OK. If we could dive straight in with the incident itself -

the murder of Rachel Duffy.

And what you saw exactly, what you heard.

No comment.

Did you see the person who fired the shots?

Running away, maybe?

No comment.

Did you hear the shots? You weren't that far away.

No comment.

But you did transport Rachel Duffy to the hospital in your own car.

No comment.

No comment.

Do you want to take a moment, Bobby?

Have a think?

There is nothing at all you can tell us

about the murder of your wife?

Not what you saw?

Who you saw?

A description of the gunman?

I think we're finished here, don't you?

Were you and Rachel on good terms?

Were you happily married, would you say?

Any recent fallings-out...? - No comment.

I'm going to keep saying it.

Did you love your wife, Bobby?

No comment.

DOOR OPENS

May we have your attention, please?

This is a security announcement.

Do not leave your baggage unattended at any time.

Unattended items will be removed and may be destroyed...

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

I'm after getting on the next flight

to either Madrid or Barcelona, please. One way.

Let me check for you.

OK, so we have availability on the Barcelona flight,

but you'll need to hurry. - Yeah, sound.

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

All received. Stand by.

Can we make sure all laptops and liquids

are out of the bags, please?

Step in. Feet on the marks and raise your hands, please.

OK.

All your pockets emptied. Any jackets, coats.

Boarding pass and passport, please.

Can you scan your passport, please?

Passport and boarding pass, please.

Thank you. Have a good trip.

George Banks, stay where you are.

Drop it!

Hands behind your back.

Secure.

DOOR SLIDES OPEN

DOOR SLIDES CLOSED

FAINT CLATTERING

TAP RUNS AND STOPS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Was it you?

Last night? The shooting?

Oh, you heard about that?

Freddie... Was it you?

Yeah.

Oh, fuck!

I was aiming for his legs.

Do you know what you hit?

Do you know who you actually fucking hit?

No. - A girl.

A woman.

You've shot and killed a woman.

You can't stay here, lad.

What a mess.

Sit down. Drink your tea.

Did he know it was me?

Sooner or later, he will.

Where's your phone?

It's dead. - Dead?

Right. OK. Number one - it stays dead. Yeah?

I'll get you a burner phone, maybe.

Don't be putting my number into it.

Number two - you leave town. You have to.

You should really leave the fucking country.

Have you got a passport?

Yeah, in the house. - In the house?

Right, which will be crawling with the bizzies, so no passport.

Could try and get you to Ireland.

Ideally in the back of a van.

Why?

Why?!

Because you've fucked up, lad.

You've fucked up and now you're fucked for life!

But I thought you knew... - How am I supposed to know?!

I'm not a fucking mind-reader!

It's not my fault!

It's not your fault either.

It's just fucking circumstances.

Come on.

Come on, lad.

Come on, come here. It's all right. Listen, we'll get you gone.

We'll get you gone. Is that what you want?

I don't know.

In the meantime, go and get your tea and take it upstairs.

Put your head under the covers and stay there.

I do it all the time.

Try and get some sleep.

Oh, fucking hell.

It's going to be all right. I'll sort it.

I did it for me dad.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

It's A Man's Man's Man's World by James Brown

♪ This is a man's world

♪ This is a man's world... ♪

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

♪ But it wouldn't be nothing

♪ Nothing

♪ Without a woman or a girl

♪ You see

♪ Man made the cars

♪ To take us over the road

♪ Man made the train

♪ To carry the heavy load

♪ Man made the electric light

♪ To take us out of the dark

♪ Man made the boat for the water... ♪

ENGINE STARTS

DOOR UNLOCKS

DOOR CLOSES Hello, Michael. Remember me?

DI Burrows.

Organised Crime. - That's us.

Should you be here? - Not really.

You belong to CID at the minute.

No, I was just making sure you're getting looked after.

Oh, well... I'm not complaining.

Glad to hear it.

It's...

It's always the women that suffer with you, lad, isn't it?

Whose fault's that, do you think?

Hey?

Is it yours... for hiding behind their skirts?

Or is it theirs for being so - I don't know - loyal?

I don't have anything to say.

I heard. I was listening in.

Two deaths, Michael.

Ricardo Guzman and now Rachel Duffy.

Someone in your mob needs to get a fucking grip.

Are they connected?

Did one murder follow the other?

You're the detective.

Is the body count going to rise? -No.

Can you promise me that?

No.

You know, I could make life so much more difficult

for the Phelans if I had the mind.

Really?

Hey...

Much worse than this?

I could dig up Ronnie, for example.

You know, me and Ronnie, we... We developed an understanding.

Is that right?

You're about to get released a little earlier

than anticipated, Michael.

But someone needs to tell the dickheads to behave themselves.

Are you that man, Michael?

Are you Ronnie?

HE BANGS ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS

Diana?

Diana. -Hiya.

No Michael today?

No, he can't make it.

I'm the next best thing. DOCTOR LAUGHS

I thought we'd go straight into a scan, all right? -Oh, OK.

Nice.

OK, let's see what we can see.

What we're looking for is a tiny gestational sac.

A speck.

Just like that there.

You see it?

Exactly where it should be.

That's it?

Yeah, that's him, or her.

Oh, my God, it's like nothing at all.

Can we get a picture - for Michael?

Of course we can. -Yeah. OK. - Let me just freeze the image.

And I'll leave you guys to punch the air.

Congratulations.

Thank you. - Thank you, Mr Lassiter.

Can you believe it?

It worked.

We should celebrate.

I need a drink. And you're eating for two!

CHILDREN CHATTER

Liam?

Liam.

All right, boys, I'm going to have to...

I'll message yous, yeah?

Hello, son.

You're looking well.

What do you want?

Oh, I get it. I understand you don't want me to be here.

Yeah. - But...

Well, I just... I want the chance to change that.

You know what I mean?

To say I'm sorry.

For what?

For getting caught?

Well... Yeah, that weren't part of the plan.

That one minute's gone. - Mate... Mate.

Look, here's my number.

No. - Come on.

No. - Just hold on to it.

Just for one day. That's all I'm asking.

One day.

Then you can chuck it or stick it in a drawer, or use it.

Your call. Your decision.

I'd love the chance to talk to you properly.

Thanks for stopping.

DOOR OPENS

Diana?

Babe?

MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY

PHONE RINGS

Michael, thank God. Where are you?

I'm out. Just.

Where are you? - At the restaurant.

I'm with Cheryl.

And we're getting something to eat.

You should come join us.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like to.

I really want to, but...

I need to find Freddie, don't I?

Well, can I suggest that, before you go off to find Freddie,

you come and see me?

Because I've been to the clinic.

And?

It's good news.

Are you still there?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I-I...

I didn't realise how much I needed to hear that.

I know.

I felt the same.

OK, I'm on my way.

I can't wait to see you.

I'm nearly done.

Good lad.

Are you ready?

Write this down.

You're going to this hotel in town.

I want you to walk in.

You're spending two nights. Pay cash.

Go to your room and wait.

Here's a burner phone and a charger.

You'll get a call tomorrow. Don't know what time.

From who? - It doesn't matter.

He'll tell you what to do and when to do it.

Do exactly as you're told. All right?

And we'll get you away before the bizzies find you. - Yeah.

Have you got your washbag?

You ready?

Yeah. - Then next stop, Ireland.

And you're on your own.

Don't, lad, don't. Come on. Pull yourself together.

Come on.

INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT

SIREN WAILS

It says here your ticket was for Barcelona, Spain.

Si.

Why Spain?

Why not?

One-way ticket?

Again, why not?

Alone?

I'm sad like that.

No... mates, hmm?

What have I done?

I'm arrested on suspicion of murder.

Who am I supposed to have killed? Who's fucking dead?

Am I allowed to know?

We'll get to that.

What, has your expensive brief not told you?

No, he hasn't.

It's not him who ruined my fucking holiday, is it?

Evidence item number seven.

Glock 9mm bullet casing,

found at your home address

inside the cat's litter tray.

What the cat gets up to is his own business.

Officers in attendance at the scene

said the house had been... ransacked, attacked, even,

with graffiti all over the walls.

Can you... Can you just explain why or how that might have happened?

Er... A disagreement, maybe, a feud, perhaps?

A neighbour had spoken about all the comings and goings

from that address.

Oh, that'll be Gerry.

Neighbourhood Watch. He's very keen.

And a mate of Jamie Phelan was recently arrested

on possession of a firearm.

Just round the corner from your property.

Nothing to do with me. That's all brand-new information.

Evidence item number eight.

Bullet casings.

Found outside the Heavy nightclub, Liverpool.

Glock 9mm.

The same type of bullet we believe was used to kill Rachel Duffy.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

All of a sudden, you've gone quiet, Banksey.

What's the matter, son? Is it not funny any more?

Never was, son.

Where were you last night?

How about the night before?

You booked that ticket at the airport last-minute. Why was that?

No comment.

Was Rachel Duffy your intended target?

No comment.

I need to know what the fuck is going on.

As do we all.

You know who to speak to, yeah?

Michael? It's Kevin Young.

I'm in the middle of representing a mate of ours - Banksey.

You're representing him?

He was arrested while attempting to leave the country.

They're sweeping up everyone.

So what do you want?

He's agitated and he's concerned about family.

Can we meet?

HE SIGHS

Kevin. - Michael. What can I get you?

Oh, nothing for me, thanks. - OK. Business.

As I said on the phone, our man's worried about family. His boy.

Can you shed any light at all?

He knows about Rachel? - He does.

Are we confidential? - Very much so.

Tell him his lad was there last night.

He was there in what capacity?

Oh, he was right in the fucking middle of it.

All ballyed up.

Definitely him?

Oh, it was him. I'm 99% certain.

Tell Banksey I'm trying to find Freddie before they do.

And you can tell him that the first domino in this game to fall

was Ricardo.

These are the fucking consequences.

God's grace.

Oh! How happy I am to see you.

You've not been charged with anything?

No.

And you're not likely to be rearrested?

No.

I can't see it.

OK.

Do they know who they're looking for?

They will do... soon enough.

Which is why I need to find him.

Make yourself an accessory.

Smart.

Well, shouldn't he hand himself in?

And end up banged up in a Cat A?

They're brutal.

He can't run forever.

Babe...

Can...?

Can we have a word in private?

Please, babe.

I can leave if you want. - No. No.

Erm... OK. I will...

Well, I'll just say it, then.

Banksey's still alive.

And he's been arrested.

He was arrested at the airport this morning.

Babe...

Babe, I had my reasons for not telling you.

Diana.

Diana!

Sam, I need the side room for a minute. Sorry.

It is one thing after another, and it's never-ending. -I know.

I am going to lose this baby. Do you know that?

Babe, don't say that. Don't even think...

Every single moment of happiness is just snatched away.

Every single time!

I know. - And I can't keep coming back.

I know. - Stop saying you know.

Because you don't fucking know. You've got no idea.

And I watched it happen.

I was made to watch it happen.

I saw him die.

Babe, he was wearing a vest.

I don't fucking care what he was wearing.

I saw him die.

Felipe saw him die.

Only he didn't, because he isn't dead.

What if he finds out? -No. He won't.

He's just been arrested at a fucking airport!

He won't find out. And anyway, I'll deal with him.

You gambled with my life and the life of our baby!

No.

You chose your mate. -No.

I chose not to kill him and to keep you safe...

...which is what I will always do.

This isn't over.

I'll deal with him.

Diana, what was... - You should go and find Freddie.

I think you should go.

Look, can you please go?

You took your time.

Is it just me being released?

I've got no idea.

We're the victims here.

Each one of us.

No comment.

Have a good evening.

Circle the wagons.

We gather everybody together, every man, woman and child.

And nobody does a fucking thing till I say so.

Let no fucker in and no word out.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Hello.

Hiya, Melissa, love. Where are you?

Elaine...

Thank God. No...

I'm in our Nancy's.

I've just been sat downstairs and I can't believe it.

I don't want to believe it.

I know. I know.

And I know this sounds terrible, but...

...we can't think about it.

Not until we're ready.

I want us all here together.

OK.

I'll be over in a bit. Be ready.

OK.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. - Diana.

This is Hugo.

Do not be afraid.

And do not hang up, please.

Felipe...

Have you seen him?

No, I haven't seen him.

And I don't want to see him.

He's in Liverpool, yes?

Are you asking me or are you telling me?

Thank you.

CALL DISCONNECTS

No, it was him. Definitely.

He arrived first thing this morning,

looking the colour of boiled shite, and said as much.

Said he was aiming for the legs.

MICHAEL SIGHS

That's where he should be staying,

and the number of his burner.

He's convinced that Banksey's dead.

Is that right?

My excuse for abandoning me lad is I was locked up. What's his?

Thanks for this.

Now he wishes I WAS fucking dead.

Still trying to fix that.

Good luck with that.

DOOR OPENS

DIALLING TONE

100%?

That's what he said. No question. No doubt.

Freddie was the gunman.

Bobby? DOOR CLOSES

It's Elaine.

I'm with Melissa.

I'll stay here.

BABY GURGLES

There you are.

She knew.

I saw the moment when she knew it was all over,

and there was nothing I could do.

You were with her.

And you stayed with her.

You're not staying here.

I want to.

Bobby, you're not staying here on your own.

You're coming home with me. With us.

Elaine... If I see Jamie, I don't know what I'll do.

I mean it. I might go for him.

Bobby...

...I'm not going to argue with you.

But you know better than anyone, Rachel made her own decisions.

So... we go back to ours.

We circle the wagons.

We get drunk. We cry...

...again.

We'll deal with this together.

I love her.

I know.

She knew.

She knows.

Solid Ground by Michael Kiwanuka

Hiya...

Hello, lad. - I want you to hold him.

That's it.

Just hold him.

♪ How does it feel when it's quiet and calm?

♪ And will I be denied?

♪ How will it feel when it's time to move on?

♪ Mother says kneel and pray

♪ When it gets hard

♪ I will roll those sleeves

♪ Life can be so unkind... ♪

LIFT DOOR CLOSES

♪ I will be found on the edge of the world

♪ Where there'll be no-one around... ♪

KNOCK ON DOOR ♪ Oh, solid ground

♪ Solid ground

♪ Solid ground

♪ Solid ground... ♪

Whenever you're ready.

Take your time.

The Glock belongs to me.

The shooter was me.

Messed up badly.

HE SIGHS

Give me an hour or so, and I'll...

...write it all down for you.

Cheers, Sam. - See you, love.

CAR APPROACHES