Original subtitles

- Hey. - I meant to say, did you hear about the job?

- Yeah.

It WILL mean relocating - London.

- Do not think of taking that girl away from me,

because she's all I've got left.

- You see her like one week in every three.

- Yeah, I got a day job.

- Mate, this is a waste of time.

You're not going to get this day job.

It just isn't going to happen.

- Why you never made a formal complaint?

- What? - Steve.

I couldn't suspend him because you didn't put pen to paper.

If you'd made a formal complaint, I wouldn't have to spend every night

worrying about his new girlfriend.

- He's got a girlfriend?

- Yeah, a few months now.

- IRON HISSES

- Have you ever wanted to touch a hot iron?

- Hey, Dad...

- What are you doing here?

- I just came to see if you were OK.

- Have you got it? - No, we haven't got it.

We can't get on the docks to get it.

- Look, we've got nothing to sell, so sort it.

- I need you to stop a car for me - Mark Hodgkin.

Do you know him? Major drug dealer.

- You want to be careful,

Alpha 147.

- SHUTTER CLICKS

- You're going to do a search of Hodgkin's house.

You search the garage, find weed, lock him up.

- I can't go to prison, Franny.

You've got to sort it.

- ENGINE ROARS

SEAGULLS CRY

DISTANT SHOUTING

ENGINE ROARS

LOUD CRASH

LOUD BEEPING

SPEAKER: - Caution, this vehicle is turning left.

- LOUD BEEPING

SPEAKER: - Caution, this vehicle is turning left.

- Well, just fucking turn, will you? Twat.

ALARM GOES OFF

CHRIS INHALES ABRUPTLY

ALARM SHUTS OFF

SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE

Er, 105? - Yes, please.

Ta. Thank you.

I thought you weren't coming back.

- SHE COUNTS MONEY

- 105. Oh, she'll be made up with that.

- Yeah, she will. Thanks a lot. - All right then.

- OK, bye. Thank you. - Bye now.

- Like I said last week, I don't read books, but this one,

like I said, blown away.

I was blown right away by, um...

No, hang on, that's not true. I read them by that fella.

That fella that used to be in the Army.

What's his name? - McNab.

- No, no, the other fella.

- When does this work?

- Chris, do you want to...?

- Yeah, yeah, I...

Look, I'm sorry, mate, but I just...

I'm tired. I was working last night.

But I tried this, right?

I tried us.

I tried therapy, I even bought a book in a charity shop the other day.

I'm trying, right?

But when does it fucking kick in?

- Well, you've only done a few sessions

and, you know, whilst I'm sure a book will be helpful, this...

- I was sitting, looking at me dad yesterday.

I went to see me dad yesterday.

- Why yesterday? - I dropped off a fare in his street, opposite his house.

I thought, "Yeah, why not?"

I haven't been in there for years, like.

And he's a gobshite.

He's sitting there - old man now, like -

but he hasn't changed, not really.

Exactly the same as when I was a kid.

He can't even wipe his own arse any more,

and I'm fucking terrified of that man.

Don't know why I went.

I mean, I know why I... I went because I'm a dickhead.

I just wish I hadn't.

I could have just fucking drove off.

And that's what I'm talking about.

The same fucking mistakes over and over again,

just when I think I'm moving in the right direction.

- Well, at least you're recognising those mistakes.

- Yeah, but recognising them is not the same as

not making them, is it, Father?

- Well, maybe not this time, but understanding the same mistakes...

Yeah...

..I get that.

What I'm trying to say is that self-reflection isn't staring

into a mirror where you can see all the wrinkles and bags

under your eyes.

It should be like looking into a pond as the ripples fade.

- Well, what if I'm just a twat?

My old fella used to say I just like making trouble for meself.

- It takes time.

- Who was it who said, "They fuck you up, your parents"?

- Andy McNab.

- I said McNab. - You what? Did you?

What? - I said McNab before.

When did Andy McNab write about his parents fucking him up?

- No, I was talking about Andy McNab because I read a book...

- Hey, boss, erm, Chris Carson here.

I know what you said yesterday, and I get it,

but I wondered if you'd reconsider, or even if you know of anything else.

I fucking need a day job.

Sorry.

Drop me a message or a call or whatever.

You all right? Who's winning?

- No idea, I've been looking at me phone.

I got the London job.

I'm going to say no.

- What? - Yeah.

Tilly and you, it's important to her, so...

Well, you've got this new job, and it's a new start for you and her

and it's good for her, so...

She was made-up when she heard you got the day job.

I thought you'd be happy.

- No, I am.

Right now, of course I'm happy, yeah.

Just a bit...

That's it. Pressure, blues, come on!

Close her down!

- Have you got a start date yet?

- No start date as yet, no,

but, erm, I don't think it'll be long.

That's it. Clear it! Clear it!

Well played!

APPLAUSE

Great. - Woo! - Played, girls.

Did they win or what?

- What's she doing there?

- Hiya, loves. - Hiya, you all right?

Hi, darling. - You OK? - Yeah, good. Come here, darling.

Come here.

- Did you win?

- We got beat 7-1.

- Maybe try golf or something.

Love that coat. Can't beat a bargain.

- Right, well, she's got homework, so, um...

- OK, great. Love you, darling. Unlucky.

- See you later. - Lexie's not playing, is she?

- What? Christ, no.

Jesus.

Come on, let's walk.

- You what?

- Let's walk.

She won't come since Carl...

Lexie.

It was their thing, the footy. - Mm-hm.

- She took down all the Liverpool pictures

and everything after he died. - Oh.

So it wasn't all bad, then?

JODIE SNIGGERS

Jodie, what are we doing?

JODIE SIGHS

- Look...

..I need you to go on the dock and get some drugs for me.

- LAUGHING: You are...

- I need you to go on the dock and get some drugs for me.

Barry and Ian can't get them, and I'm desperate and I'm skint,

and I'm about to lose everything.

- How the fuck are you skint?

- I bought the dessert shop with the stuff you gave me,

but that money's gone and the shop's shit and I fucking hate the kids!

I can't.

It's just a disaster!

I can't get past the port police but you can.

And there's money in it for you as well.

- No.

No!

- I need it. - Don't care.

- But... - NO!

Fucking said no.

Jesus Christ! - It'll take you ten minutes.

- You're taking the piss. You're fucking taking the piss.

You don't care about me.

Asking me to do all this fucking shit like everybody else?

You just seen me in here with Tilly.

- Sorry. - Yeah, me too.

- Shit.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Just wanted to check about the gun. - Sorry?

I think there was someone down there who didn't hear that.

- There's no-one out there, Chris.

It stinks of kebab in here.

- Thanks, mate.

Right, you hungry?

- Chris, we need to plan.

We need to think through what might come back on us.

- No, I chucked it. Don't worry about it.

- What about CCTV or doorbell footage?

Did you think of any of that?

- Nobody knows we were there, so nobody's checking footage.

- I think the guy who left it there knows we were there.

- Yeah, of cour... Yeah, he's down the nick right now, reporting it missing.

Forget it, OK?

ADELE BABBLES

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

TELEPHONE: - I got eight weeks.

- Why?

- Well, because the magistrate's a dickhead.

- No.

Nah... No, like, I can't look after her for eight weeks.

I mean it - I don't know what I'm doing.

I haven't got a clue here.

- It's not my fault.

- Whose fault is it, Moira? You beat up a paedo.

- Turns out he wasn't even a paedo.

He just moved up here from Cornwall.

- Nah, fucking hell.

What am I going to do?

- Well, you said you wanted to spend more time with her.

- Yeah, I meant taking her to Maccies, not having her paying rent.

I don't even know what she eats or nothing.

- Listen, just take a deep breath.

- Nah. No, no, no, I can't do this.

I'm-I'm-I'm going to have to ring the Social or something.

- Hey! Now, you listen to me.

If that child goes into care, Marco, I will fucking stab you.

You can't let anything go wrong here.

She has to stay with you - you know that.

Marco, just listen to me, OK?

A social worker will be in touch for a visit.

You cannot let that child down.

- DIAL TONE

- Give her a cuddle from...

- PHONE CUTS OFF

Moira?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

The chicken ones are all right, but it's the batter.

- Chris, how you doing, man?! - All right?

- Rach. Come sit down.

I'm not asking.

- Who are you, mate?

- Oof, all right, standing up.

Where's me gun, dickhead?

- You what?

QUIETLY: - Do I have to ask you again?

- What you on about?

- Oh, we're acting daft now?

I can't be arsed acting daft, Chris.

If you didn't know what I was talking about,

I don't think you'd have sat down.

All right, fuck it, you owe me ten grand.

- Excuse me?

- I've had to pay someone now to deal with Hodgkin.

Plus, I'm out of pocket for the strap.

All that comes to about ten grand,

so you owe me ten grand.

- Deal with him?

- Yeah, deal with him.

It's the last thing I wanted.

If yous two had done what you were supposed to do,

we wouldn't be in this position. - Mate...

..what are you talking about - what we were supposed to do?

It was supposed to be drugs, right?

No-one mentioned anything about a gun.

- Whatever happened, then, happened, right?

It's happening now.

That's fucking happening.

So you owe me ten grand.

- No. - Don't start arguing the fucking toss, Chris.

It'll be 15 by the time you finish your sentence.

- Listen to me, mate. Listen to me.

I don't care what you think you're coming at me with, all right?

You're a fucking little rat.

FRANNY LAUGHS

- Fucking hell, Chris.

- I don't give a fuck about anything you're saying to me.

You're fucking putting... - Kiss your mother with that mouth?

So that's 15 grand.

I don't like wasting food, Chris.

Rach, pleasure.

- DOOR SLAMS SHUT

- What have you got me into?

- I asked if you could smell gas. - Someone die...

- WHISPERS: - Someone died.

- QUIETLY: Oh, fuck...

- We're going to go to fucking prison if anyone sees that video.

What do we do?

- We're not going to fucking do anything.

- We don't do anything?

"Oh, I threw it in the canal."

I told you, Chris.

- Fuck's sake.

ENGINE ROARS, TYRES SCREECH

- My wife won't be able to get past this.

I said my wife will have to walk in the road.

- I heard you. - Parking on the pavement...

- I'll park on your fucking head, mate, all right?

Wind your neck in and fuck off.

Prick.

WILLIAM: - He was walking up the path.

- Hello.

You all right sorting that pizza, love?

- What the fuck have you got us into?

- You come to my house kicking off?

- This isn't kicking off, mate, OK?

But hang about, because kicking off is fucking coming.

Your mate Hodgkin is dead. - What? Who told you that?

- I don't know, Debs, but this dickhead pulled me at me gaff,

tells me Hodgkin's dead and that I owe him fucking money

for the hit man and a gun.

Who's this fella calling the shots, Deb? - A gun?

- Yeah, a gun in the garage that you had us search.

- The search was for weed.

- Yeah, and we found a gun! Keep up.

- A gun?!

- Earth calling Orson - yes, a fucking gun!

He's telling me that Hodgkin's dead and that I owe him 15 grand.

- He killed Hodgkin? - Wake up!

Get in the room, will you? Focus!

Jesus Christ!

Who is he, what's he got on you, and how do I sort this?

- I don't... Fuck. - Oh, mate, just think, please.

My height, fucking scrawny, floppy hair.

Don't pretend like you don't know him.

He's got a video of me, Debs. - Just pay him the money, then.

- Me paying him is not going to fix it, because then I'm on the hook.

- Jesus Christ, just fucking find it!

Go!

- You're a moral coward.

DOOR SLAMS

SHE SIGHS

FUCK!

FUCK!

LOUD, BASSY MUSIC

FROM INSIDE: - What?!

Oh, I haven't got time, Marco.

- Hey, what do you know about babies?

- What's that?

- It's a baby.

Come look at her, mate.

I can't even look after meself, let alone her.

- What do you think I know?

- Well, you're a girl, aren't you?

- Who robbed me hairdryer!?

- Fuck off!

- I've lost me job as well.

- Well, it was a shit job anyway.

- Hey, don't be swearing around the baby, Casey.

- Shit's not swearing.

- DISTANT LAUGHTER AND SHOUTING

Do you reckon any of the women in here have got kids?

- They hate kids in here. That wouldn't last two minutes. - Adele.

- What about her?

- That's her name - Adele.

- Well, does Adele have a hairdryer? - No.

- Well, then, I'm not interested.

- Come on, Case, I'm being serious, mate.

Case!

- I told you not to biff her.

Remember - the party?

I said, "Don't biff her."

Then what did you do? You went and ruined your life.

- Hey, she hasn't ruined me life.

Don't be slagging off her ma while she's sitting here as well.

- Well, where is her ma? - Prison.

- Right, then, there you go.

Your ma's ace, mate. Happy days.

Don't bring me down, Marco.

Not tonight.

Move!

Tonight's big for me, all right?

- What do you mean? - I've got me meeting.

- What meeting? - Didn't I tell you?

Get on it, lad. I'm going the club with Jodie.

Proper big-time drug dealer, me, now, you know?

- Selling stripes in some shit club's not big time.

- Well, it will be the way I'm going to do it.

Look, I'll box the meeting and then I'll bell you.

We can sort Amy out then.

- Adele.

No, you won't, because you're going to go and get off your head instead.

- No, I promise.

Lad, I won't let yous down.

- Right. - I've got to go. - Go on.

- Now, let's do one.

- Did she win?

- No. - No.

- KATE CHUCKLES

- I would have come, you know?

- I know, but she likes her dad there.

- Yeah, no, fair enough.

I see that.

He tell you about the job?

- Yeah, he did.

- Gutted for him.

- Gutted?

- Kennedy basically told him to his face

that he wasn't going to get the gig.

- What?

- Well, that's what I heard.

- MACHINERY WHIRRS

CHRIS SIGHS HEAVILY

- Such a dickhead.

- RACHEL BREATHES LABORIOUSLY

PHONE BUZZES

CHRIS ON PHONE: Hey, mate, listen, don't come in tonight.

Just call in and say you've got the shits.

- What?

- Just ring in, say you've got the shits,

so I can go and do a thing that'll sort stuff out for us.

- What are you on about?

- Just say you've got the shits.

- Are you stupid?

Fuck's sake, Chris,

you thinking that you can do stuff on your own

is what keeps causing this shit to happen.

I'm coming in, and whatever it is, we sort it out together, all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

All right.

You OK?

- No, not really, but who cares?

- What do you mean?

CALL DISCONNECTS

- So you thought you'd just drive round

and tell him he can't come with you?

- Well, I'm a bizzie. - He's a bizzie.

- No, he's a sea bizzie. Who gives a fuck about that?

- It's his patch. You have to listen to him.

You know he has to escort everyone.

Fucking hell.

- All right, then, you go in and distract him.

Give him some flannel,

keep him talking and I go on the job - I do the do.

- It's just such a shit plan.

- I didn't say it wasn't a shit plan, did I?

Rachel, mate, we need 15K, all right?

Christ, do you want to go to prison or what?

- All right.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Good, let's fucking do it.

- Stop.

- TYRES SCREECH

- Turn around. - What now?

- Go back the other way.

Over there.

- CHRIS SIGHS

- Excuse me.

- Where's the sun gone?

- What?

- I thought that was it, but it's not.

- Oh, fuck me.

- What's your name, mate?

- Don't know.

- Do you know where you live? - Excuse me!

- You good? - Yeah. Yeah, you go.

- I woke up and...

..it was dark.

Where's the sun gone?

- It's night, mate.

- I'm his neighbour.

I was getting the cat in and I saw him walking out the house.

- Where's his house? - Round the corner.

I was going to ring you.

I don't know the right way of saying this, but he's not all there.

- UNDER BREATH: Oh, fucking hell.

OK, so what's up with him?

- Well, they keep themselves to themselves, him and his wife,

so I don't know much about him.

But a few years ago, he was in a coma.

- Look, erm, do you mind getting in the car with us

and you can just show us where he lives? Is that OK?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

CHRIS SIGHS

QUIETLY: Fucking hell.

Hello?

Hello? Police.

Anyone there?!

UNDER BREATH: Anyone there? No.

Anyone home?

Come in.

- In you go.

Oh, mind your step.

There you go.

- Hmm.

OK, all right, good lad.

- Erm... - Yeah? - Shall I see if I can speak to some

- Yeah, good.

Good plan. - Yeah.

- So, uh, Neil, mate...

Your name's Neil, yeah? This is your house?

- Yeah? - Well...

Yeah, I'll just...

SOFTLY: - Oh.

Oh.

Oh, can I keep this?

- Yeah, go for it.

- "If it's dark, don't panic, it is just night.

"The sun will come back in the morning."

- There you go.

- You make me one?

I spoke to one of the neighbours. - And...?

- He saw the wife leaving in her car about an hour ago.

- Where to? - Don't know.

I've circulated the car for obs

and they're checking the hospitals for her.

Is this yours, Neil? - What?

"My name is Neil.

"My memory has gone."

"My name is Neil.

"My memory has gone."

"My name is Neil. My memory has gone."

- ADELE CRIES

Shh, shh.

BANGING ON DOOR

BANGING CONTINUES

I'm not smoking weed. Don't be kicking off.

- Whose is that baby? - Mine.

- Oh, since when have you had a baby?

The only girl who's been inside your flat... - I can't be arsed with...

- ..was a bizzie with a search warrant, you little...

- Bren...

..sorry about that.

I don't know what to do with her.

- Well, have you fed her? - Yeah.

- Nappy, cuddle?

- No.

She hates me.

ADELE CRIES, SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE

- Go on, put your kettle on.

- Nah, she can't have tea or nothing.

She's just a little baby, like, so...

- For you, dickhead.

Move.

Make sure the frills are out.

Both legs.

- She keeps moving.

- What do you want her to do?

- Sound.

Piece of piss.

- Practice, isn't it?

- You got kids?

- Three -

and five grandkids.

- Oh, yeah?

This is me first.

- Go away!

- BRENDA CHUCKLES

I want to be a good dad.

- Ah, you'll soon get the hang of it, lad.

You just need to keep an eye on that nappy every hour or so.

- What, every hour? - Give or take.

- I've only got this one left.

- The supermarket's open all night.

I'll watch her -

but hurry up.

- Oh, Bren, love you.

- Ah, go on.

- ENERGETIC DANCE MUSIC

- So, let me get this right.

You want to come into my club and sell drugs?

- In essence, yeah.

- Do I look like a dickhead?

- Look...

..if you let us into your club to do our job,

it'll be good for all of us.

- Very good.

- But isn't that against the law?

- Now who's being taken for a dickhead?

- Mate, the only reason why we're here

is because you're shit at selling drugs.

Let us do it for you and you'll be minted.

- PHONE BUZZES

- Look, like, the other night when you brought me in here,

made me empty my pockets, why didn't you ring the bizzies?

Now my gear's sitting in that drawer making nobody nothing,

and we all know your bouncers are shit at selling shit because

the first time I came here, they tried to sell me ket on the door.

Some jarred nightclub, this, lad.

- Look...

..everyone here just wants to make some money, don't they?

- Yeah.

So, how much is in it for me?

- THUMPING BASS

- Did I do all right? - Smashed it.

- Good.

Yeah, it was good, weren't it?

- CASEY LAUGHS

- Don't be celebrating.

That was Bujar.

The captain of the ship with our lemo on,

which is sailing on the high tide

because they can't keep pretending their engine's knackered.

1:30 - less than an hour.

You made us look like fucking idiots.

- Relax.

Bizzie's going to get it for us.

- Carson? - Yeah. I've got a plan.

So get in that frigging van and stop moaning.

You an' all - go. - Fuck did I do?

- You just stood there, lad! Go!

Fucking talking to me like that.

Swear to God.

- Hey, are we relying on mad Chris Carson?

- What else do I do?!

- PHONE BUZZES

CHRIS SIGHS

One sec.

Yeah? - You'll have to be there before 1:30.

- 1:30? Mate, I'm on a fucking job. I can't just leave.

- You'll have to, because that boat's sailing -

unless you know someone with a submarine.

- Can't one of the crew just leave the bag somewhere?

- No, the port police are all over them.

Besides, they can't get off the boat because they don't have visas.

It's now or never, Chris,

and I'm telling you now, if it is never, it's forever-never.

So if you want your fucking money, get your arse down to the port now!

- OK, I'll bell you back.

RACHEL: - What's happening?

- Um...right.

The boat with all the gear on it sails at 1:30.

We need to leave now.

- Well, we can't leave him.

- HOB IGNITION CLICKS

What? OK, get him, get him.

- OK, Neil... OK, OK.

- Get your cardi on.

That's it.

Other arm.

Other arm. Yeah, there you go.

That all right?

- Where's the sun gone?

- Fucking hell.

- Neil...

..it's OK, mate.

- Here we go.

- Morning, Officer.

- Hey, mate. - What can I do for you?

- Erm, enquiries on the docks, mate.

- Whereabouts exactly? Cos I'll need to escort you.

- Oh, right. Yeah, er...

I did have it here somewhere.

- Oh, you might have put it in here.

- Who's this?

Hmm? - That's, er, DS Neil. Yeah.

- All right.

- And do us a favour, will you, mate?

Pop the barrier so I can just pull in

and search in the boot for the name of that...

- I'd love to, but it's not worth me job.

I need to see something.

- Just... Literally just there.

I'll just be there.

Thanks, mate.

Nice one.

- Just hold there a sec while I get me things.

- Good luck.

OK.

BEEPING

- It's nice and warm in here.

- I've got a heater on under me desk, yeah.

I've got me clipboard. I just need to get some details from your...

- Oh, they've gone. Yeah, they'll be back in a minute.

- I'm supposed to get details from everybody

who comes through here. - What's your name?

- Gavin.

- Got your own command and control system, Gavin?

- Yeah.

It's connected to your system.

- Yeah, 'course it is.

- I really do need to get some login details from you.

I'm supposed to be escorting them. - No, I know.

- It's dead against port policy for you lot to

even be in here without me getting some kind of details.

- Gavin, do you have any water?

- Right. Neil...

..you're going to have to stay in the car. OK, mate?

Do you know what? Put that in your book, mate,

so you know, to stay in the car.

I'll be dead quick, I promise. - Where's the sun gone?

- Fuck's sake, Neil!

Christ, there's no sun. It's fucking night-time!

Look out the fucking window, lad.

It's night-time. There's no sun.

Stay there, OK? Stay there.

FOGHORN BLASTS

Please, God, don't tell me that.

Don't fucking tell me that.

No. No, no, no.

- Would you call him, please?

- He'll be back in a minute.

- Would you... Could you call him?

Please call him.

- Been doing security long, have you, Gav?

- It's not security, it's police.

- It's not really, though, is it?

- Hiya.

- Is that...?

- Bunked over the wall and asked the captain.

Where's your mate going?

- Oh, shit.

Don't fucking move!

Stop, all right, mate. All right.

No. No, no, no. It's OK. It's all right.

Hang on, where's she...? Where's she...?

Just stay... Stay there. Stay there.

Casey? Casey!

Casey!

I told you to wait.

Hey, let's... - The sun.

- No, it's not the fucking sun, is it?

- Hiya.

- Fucking hell.

Give me the bag.

Get... Get in the car.

Mind your head.

There you go.

- Barrier! Open it!

Did you get it? - Mm-hm.

- Oh...

What the fuck is she doing here?

- Rachel, honest to God, it's sorted.

OK? It's just... It's sorted.

- You all right, mate?

- Have you seen the sun?

- I haven't, you know.

- PHONE VIBRATES

Er, Col, mate, I'm a bit busy just now.

- There's someone in the shit here and they've asked for you.

- RACHEL WHISPERS: - Fuck's sake.

- I was thinking either you'd got better at robbing

or you'd gone straight.

You obviously haven't got better at it,

so you must have gone straight. So why tonight, eh?

- Why should my baby have a sore arse cos I'm poor?

- You what?

- You heard me, lad.

Picked up them cheap nappies out there,

yeah, they felt like they was made out of sandpaper.

These ones here, lad,

they feel like little fluffy clouds.

So why shouldn't my kid shit on a little fluffy cloud?

- Because you can't afford cloud.

- Not her fault I can't afford cloud.

Why should she pay for me being skint?

- BANGING ON DOOR

- Chris. - Hi. - Took your time, lad.

- What are you doing robbing nappies, you dickhead?

- Don't start, lad. - I've not fucking started, mate.

Trust me.

What am I doing here?

- He needs to get home to his baby.

I couldn't let him go because the night manager

saw him robbing.

But if you street bail him...

I couldn't ask anyone else, Chris.

- Right.

OK, get up, dickhead. Let's go.

- Thanks.

- CASEY: - Marco!

- Fuck off...

- CASEY LAUGHS

Get in, get in.

Listen. Listen to me, mate. - What's happening, la...? - Marco.

Marco, fucking listen to me, right?

- Are you fucking serious, lad?

- I'm going to take you home this one time.

But get this straight -

not for you, for your fucking baby.

Get in.

- Chris!

- Fuck, lad...

- You're barred from the shop.

- Have you seen the sun?

- No, lad, I don't read that shite.

- ON RADIO: - Delta Romeo four seven? - For fuck's sake!

Yeah, go ahead, Delta.

- Yeah, I've just received a call from our colleagues in Lancashire.

They've found your missing wife

and they're transporting her back home as we speak.

- Oh, shit. - ETA, 15 minutes.

- Right.

- Bye, Neil.

- Let's go, please.

- No need to grab... - Don't put me out.

Yeah, erm...

Don't ask. Money?

- I'll cover it.

- Fucking hell.

What's that?

- No wonder they kicked you out of CID.

- Mate, I fucking need money.

What am I supposed to do with that?

- Sell that and you'll be well over.

- RACHEL: - Chris? - Yeah.

- Yeah. Fucking hell.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

SIREN WAILS

- Where's the sun gone?

- Fucking hell, man.

Listen, it's night-time, Neil.

Listen.

Where have we been tonight?

- Don't know.

- Where have we been tonight?

Yeah.

- The sun?

- Yeah, yeah.

Correct answer.

Hey, it's OK.

You're home now, innit?

Fucking hell. Erm...

Can I see...? Can I see that for a minute?

Can I just see this book?

Thanks, mate.

Look at that.

Got all your little...thoughts.

It's a great book, mate.

Great book.

Love it.

Sorry, it was just, er...

I'm sorry, mate.

Neil.

I'm sorry... Tonight.

- Where's the sun gone?

- I mean, you're talking to the wrong bloke here.

Not seen the sun for years.

- I'm scared.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

So am I, mate.

Hey, shall we go and see your wife?

Lisa. Let's go and see her.

Come on, let's go and see Lisa.

She's here.

Let's go and see her.

- You all right?

A colleague said she found you sitting in a lay-by in Skem.

Nice view?

- I had to get out.

- Yeah.

- Place gets like a prison.

- Mm.

It's your life, Lisa.

Don't have to live it like this.

You're in control.

- Good lad, come on.

- Promise me you'll look at places for him?

- Look in there.

- Hi.

It's OK now.

- I was scared.

The sun went away.

I thought I'd lost it.

- Hey...

I want all this sorted before Lexie sees it.

- Can I have some money?

- Do I look like I've got money on me?

- Well, yeah.

- Well, I haven't.

- But I... But I set it up.

I got the gear.

- 100.

And don't be stupid with it. - I won't.

- You will.

I want those drugs out the house when you're done.

- Hey.

Everything you make out of her, you give to us.

- What? - You heard.

- Behave. - Every penny.

- SHE SCOFFS

- If you don't...

..we tell her you're the reason Carl's dead.

- What you on about?

- She'll kill you.

So...

..come on.

Pay up.

- CHRIS EXHALES

- Think it'll work?

- I don't know.

- I'll come with you. - No.

No, I'll take care of it.

That way, it's done, and we're done.

- Right.

- PHONE BUZZES

Oh, for fuck's sake.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

So, erm, who said I lied? - Hey, j-j-j-just...

She's sleeping.

- Who said? - Ray told me.

- Oh, fucking Ray.

Jesus Christ.

Here we go. That twat... - Don't swear.

You swear too much.

He's got no reason to lie, Chris. - Hasn't he?

- No. - Come on.

How naive can you get?

Anyway, he's wrong. - Oh, he's wrong? Oh, right.

Oh, so you got the job? - Got a different job.

- Oh, my God, what the hell? - I was going to tell you.

I was going to tell you. - Yeah, mm-hm.

- It's an office management role working for Deb.

- Deb Barnes?

- She offered it me this week. - Why?

- Why what? - Why now?

- I don't know,

I suppose cos she fucking needs an office manager. I don't...

Hey...

..does this change your plans?

- Well, if you're telling the truth...

- Oh, I'm... I am telling the truth.

- Yeah, no... - Swear to you, I'm telling the truth.

- If you are telling the truth,

then, yeah, I suppose maybe.

- OK, good. - Yeah. - Good.

- If you're lying... - I'm not.

- If you are...

I mean it, Chris.

Send me the start date. - Yeah, I will.

- You want a brew?

You brought me butties?

So...

- There's easy 20k's worth in there, lad.

That's me and Rachel off the hook?

- Fucking hell.

Yeah, you're off.

By the feel of that, I owe you five grand.

- 570.

- 570 what?

- 570 quid.

That's all I want.

- All right.

That's 600.

- Right.

- That's for you, that.

- Thanks.

OK.

There you go, take that. I've got a tenner around me somewhere.

No, only got 7.20. Sorry.

- Are you serious?

You owe me 15 grand.

You turn up the next day with 20.

You don't want five grand back, you're off your head.

Right, that concludes our business.

I'll see you around, copper.

- The video? - It's gone.

I just told you, we're done.

- The day job Debs promised me,

can you deliver that?

- I can deliver anything.

- OK, so what do I need to do?

Like, just me.

Just... Just enough for the job. Nothing else.

No wages, nothing.

Just the job, soon as.

- I need you to speak to two old ladies,

to get something back for me.

Sounds easy.

Trust me, it's not.

- Yeah, OK. Fuck it. Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Right.

- I'll text you the details.

Chris? - Yeah.

- Don't forget me tenner!

- Hey!

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