Original subtitles

The same mistakes over and over again, just when I think

I'm moving in the right direction.

- That's Franny's entire operation right there -

bank accounts, where he gets his gear from,

who he owes, who owes him.

And then Hodgkin...

..he got his hands on it and was blackmailing Franny.

- The day job's out the window.

And if Ray Mullen calls, you tell him you lied to Kate.

- I've told Kate that I've got it, so I need you to come through.

- There's too much attention. I'm sorry.

- Hey, do you know this Barnes? They get on really well with the bailee.

- How do you mean?

- "Roses are red, violets are blue,

"if I have to be on bail, I'm glad it's with you."

- What the...?

- Since Carl died, I felt like I've been on my own.

- You'll be OK.

- Everything you make out of her,

you give to us.

If you don't, we tell her you're the reason Carl's dead.

- I'm going to get off. You know, I've got... I've got the social coming

in the morning, so I just want to be on it. - No, you'll be all right.

I'll pretend to be your bird tomorrow!

- I'm going to get off, mate.

- What are you doing?

- This is mine now.

And you can forget about the stash in that bag, too.

- Hey, do you think you're a mad man, yeah? Take that!

- Hey! No!

- I'm so sick of this, Brend.

- I'm just... I'm just trying to help you.

- Stop it!

- What the hell are you doing in here?

- Oh, my God! Stop it!

- Rachel.

HE YAWNS

- You've got no fucking clue, do you?

- PHONE BUZZES

PHONE RINGS

HE REJECTS CALL

- You two are so fucked.

- Hey, mate, just breathe.

- Agh! Fucking hell!

- All right. - Ow, ow, ow! - OK.

- INTERCOM: - Bring him in. - Here we go.

- DOOR BUZZES

There you go.

BANG

Mind how you go, mate.

Sarge.

- You going to be all right if we take off your handcuffs?

- Fuck off, Rachel. - All right.

Good lad. Good lad.

- She's assaulted me.

She's my ex-girlfriend...

- PHONE RINGS

- ..and she's been harassing my now-girlfriend, right?

She's come round to my... She's come round to my missus' house tonight and just literally battered me.

- You'll get your chance to speak in a minute. - I want to make a complaint.

- Just hold your breath for now, OK?

Hospital?

- Refused. - No, I didn't. No, I didn't. - Right.

Time, place and circumstances of arrest.

- Oh, this'll be good. Go on, go on.

- Sergeant, I've arrested this male for assault police.

- Assault po... Assault police!

Look at the state of me! Who's covered in blood in here?

- Hey, hey! Look, shut up and face the sarge.

- OK, OK.

- At 1:10, I was in a uni...

I was on uniform mobile patrol in a single-crewed car on Elgood Road

when I heard the sounds of screaming and shouting.

- PHONE RINGS AGAIN

Fuck's sake. Sorry.

- Do you need to be somewhere? - No, sarge.

- Is it going to ring again? - Mm-mm.

PHONE VIBRATES

HE CLICKS OFF

- Continue.

- Um... I approached the front door of number 1 Elgood Road

to ascertain what was taking place inside.

I then heard the sounds of a distressed female

who was shouting in a manner that indicated to me

that she was in danger.

- Hang on. I was literally on my Xbox, and then she turned up.

- I reached to press some of the intercoms and, um, this male,

who I now know to be Steven Taylor... - What?

Hang on a minute. "You now... You now know to be Steven Taylor."

You mad? We've known each other for two years, Rachel.

We've literally shagged, yeah? You've still got my coat as well.

You know that she knows me. - All right, shut the f... - You know that.

- Listen, mate. Listen mate, face the sergeant. - This is madness!

I'm telling you, this is madness! - As I pressed some of the intercoms,

this male, him, this male burst out of the front door

and he charged at me. - No. What the fuck?

- He charged at me and he assaulted me... - Oh, my...

- ..by striking me on my chest and pushing me backwards.

To prevent further injury, and in accordance with Home Office

approved guidelines, I struck him with my torch to subdue him.

It was at this moment that I was joined by my colleague,

who rendered assistance in further subduing the prisoner.

- HE EXHALES

- OK.

- OK?

- I've decided there are sufficient grounds for your detention.

- Are you joking? Are you... Do you think you're going

to get away with this, Rachel? This is stupid!

- Put him in M12. - I'm a firefighter. I'm not a prisoner.

I've done nothing wrong. Look at the state of me!

Rachel, you'll be sorry. You're going to be sorry. - OK.

- I swear to God! - All right. - You're going to be sorry, Rachel.

- Doctor's room.

Now.

Is that your ex?

- I didn't know it was him until I got to the door, sir.

- Why were you there? - Hmm?

We... Me and her had lined up a gab.

We didn't get a chance to catch up on parade, so we were going to...

- Do you two think I was born yesterday?

His new girlfriend's in the front office kicking off,

wanting to make a complaint.

Square your statements off. I mean it.

If he'll have it, I'll kick him with a caution in the morning before I go off.

Come on, sarge... - How'd you think this looks, eh?!

- But it's not fair! - Do you really want him telling his story...

- No, I don't. - ..in court while you're sat on the witness bench...

- No, that's... - ..next to his new girlfriend...

who's made a complaint against you?

- I don't, sarge. - No.

I thought not.

Dope!

- NEWS ON TV IN BACKGROUND

You should get some rest.

Rach?

You OK?

Hey...

Rachel?

PHONE BUZZES

Fuck.

PHONE BUZZES

- Nothing good comes from avoiding calls and texts.

Does it, Vernon? Does it?

- No. - No, it fucking doesn't.

You need to give me that phone back, Chris.

Believe me, I understand. You want to do the right thing,

you're a bizzie. But if you hand that phone in,

I'll make sure you go to prison for ten years,

even if I have to plant ten kilos of drugs on your bird, lad.

And when you wake up in jug... - CAR HONKS HORN

- ..I will make sure there is someone

on the other side of that cell door every single...

Hang on.

- INTERCOM: - Welcome to Maxie's. Can I get your order, please?

- Yeah, hiya, love. Two sausage and egg roll meals,

one with an orange and one with a latte, please.

- Of course. Anything else?

- Do you want anything?

- Um... Can I have a cheeseburger, please?

- It's breakfast. - I know, but they might still have like...

- It's breakfast, lad. They won't do you a burger.

- Can you just ask them? - Don't fuck me about it.

- OK, so, um... - Anything else?

- Hello. Um...

- Just tell me. I'll tell them. - Can I have a sausage and egg meal thing?

- Yeah. Hiya. Can I have another sausage and egg meal, please,

with an orange? - Mm-hm. - Um, sorry, no orange, actually,

cos it goes through me. Are we allowed to swerve that, please?

- INTERCOM CRACKLES

- Have you guys made up your minds?

- Fucking sass. Yeah.

Same thing, but no orange in the last meal, please.

- 9.50. Drive around, please. - Thanks.

- Agh, f...!

Agh, fuck! Fucking hell!

- Wish you'd got on that fucking bus now, don't you, lad?

- VERNON SPLUTTERS

- Fuck.

- Look, lad, you bury your head in the sand as usual... - Fucking hell!

- ..but don't even think about doing anything

other than giving me it back.

Let's all get back to doing what we were doing a week ago.

- There you go. - Thanks, darling. How you doing today?

- I'm very well, thank you.

- Look out the window, lad.

- HE CLEARS THROAT

- So I said to Leah whatever Jamie says, you can't believe him.

- HE YAWNS

- You should go to bed.

- No, I'm all right.

- Mum could've took me.

- I wanted to take you.

- You shouldn't drive when you're tired.

- Christ, I'd never leave the house, mate.

I wanted to take you cos I want to show you something on the way.

- What?

- Um...

You'll see.

- Is it my dress for communion?

Is it, yeah? - I'm not telling you.

- It's my dress!

Have you unwrapped it?

At least tell me what it looks like.

- It looks terrible, OK?

It looks terrible.

PHONE BUZZES

- There's nothing coming.

Dad?

- Mm-hm. - Are you listening?

- Yeah.

UNDER BREATH: Shit.

TYRES SQUEAL CAR HONKS HORN

- Where you going?

- Um... We'll get it later.

- I want it now. - Well, you can't have it now.

- I want it now! - I said no.

- You always do this. - Sorry, do what?

- You always mess it up. It's always the same.

I want to get the dress and take it to MY house. - Hey, hey!

Hey! - It'll stink of kebabs!

Everything stinks in your flat! - Tilly!

- Kebabs and socks and dirt. I want it in Mum's where it's clean.

And I can go... - Don't you dare ever talk to me like that again.

All right? Don't you dare.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

- Hi, sarge, it's Rachel Hargreaves, E Block.

- Hargreaves. - Give it here.

What sort of fuck-up was that?

Oh, do you know what? I don't want to know.

Fuck it. He's been bailed.

- What? What? Why's he been bailed?

Bernie said we were just going to give him a caution.

Are we charging him now?

- Christ, no, we're not charging him.

What I'm trying to do is make all this go away.

We need this complaint dropped so you can keep your job

and we can keep this shitshow out of the papers.

The only way we can get it dropped is to have him think

he's going to end up in court if it doesn't.

That way, he goes home, tells his girlfriend to drop it or else,

and this gets filed in the bin.

Trust me, you of all people don't need a complaint this week.

Cakes on my desk next time you're on days.

- HE ENDS CALL

You fucking cunt.

PHONE BUZZES

- Tea's made.

- It's only quarter past nine, Mum.

- Dinner, then.

Spuds?

- Yeah, lovely.

- There you are.

Oh, help yourself.

I'll just go and get the jippo and the peas.

- Smashing.

Oh, do you know what, Mum?

I just remembered, I've got to go back to the lockup.

- But I made you... - Well, make us a plate up.

I'll take it with me.

- All right, love.

- Looks delicious, though.

- Yeah.

- DOORBELL RINGS

- Hiya. You all right?

That baghead's been living on the stairs for months.

He's all right, like. Except he keeps shitting by the bins!

- BABY GRIZZLES

- H-He cleans up, though.

You know, he loves kids.

I wouldn't let him near her, like, but he loves them.

Not... Not in a dodgy way. Like, I just mean...

He's all right is what I mean.

Sit. Um...

Can I... Do you want a...like a cup of tea?

- Marco, please just relax, OK?

I'm a social worker, but I want this to work for you and Adele today, OK?

- Yeah, that's right.

Just a bit nervous.

- I know.

- DOOR OPENS

He's shit by the bin again!

Anyone want a cuppa?

You got stuff for a brew?

- Yeah.

- I'm his girlfriend. I love kids.

- Does she live here?

- INDISTINCT

- Hello, Adele.

Hello! Nice to meet you.

Aw!

- THEY CHATTER

- She's absolutely gorgeous.

- SHE SNORTS

- What you doing? - Nothing.

- Are you... Are you sniffing coke?

Are you fucking sniffing beak in my kitchen? - It was a bump.

- Lad!

- Do you want some? It'll calm you down, stop you acting weird.

- Give it here. - No. - Give us the fucking...

- Give us the... - No! It was a bump! - Casey! Shut the f...

- TRUCK HORN BLARES

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, all right. Fucking all right, cunt!

Cunt!

OK, I won't fucking sleep, then. I won't fucking sleep.

- Please leave your message after the tone.

- DOOR OPENS

DOOR OPENS

- Two eggs on toast, please, love.

- Hey, he's in our spot. - I know.

- Hey.

Can I get my head down here?

- Has someone put a bed and breakfast sign in my front garden?

- What?

- What's up with your gaff?

- Um, they're doing work in the shop, banging and that.

I'm on nights. I'm shattered.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, fucking hell, that's nice.

- Why have you got two phones?

- Um...

Work phone, my phone.

- Encro?

- You don't want to know.

- Asking is literally the definition of wanting to know, dickhead.

- HE CHUCKLES

- This is the reason why you can't go home, is it?

Chris, is my house safe?

- Nobody knows I'm here.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, fucking Christ.

Hang up, will you?

SHE REJECTS CALL

- What are you going to do?

- I don't know, mate. It's... It's a fucking drug dealer's Encro.

I'm not going to give it back.

I'll be all right once I get to work. I'm safe in my uniform,

and I'll be able to fucking think.

I just need to sleep.

- Get your head down.

If you're going to fart, open the window.

- Oh, my God. Are you mad?!

Go away! I'll call the police!

- I was worried about you, Lorna.

I just... - Go away! - I just wanted to check you were OK.

Has Steve come back yet?

- Oh, my God, please just go!

- I know him.

I know him.

- I'm locked in.

- You can't open the door?

- It was an accident, I'm sure. He's just taken my keys.

- Um... Are the windows locked?

- I don't know.

- Let me in.

- He's gone to his mum's.

Kicked off when he got home.

I honestly thought going to the police would help him,

but it just made him go off on one. - Did he hit you?

- PHONE RINGS

FRANNY: - Give me my fucking phone back now.

Hello?

- This your phone, yeah?

- Who the fuck are you?

- One sec.

- ADELE GIGGLES

- Brilliant. Well done.

Oh.

You've got a little bit of...

- For fuck...

Sorry. Can I go and... Do you mind?

- ADELE GURGLES

The baby.

Hi!

ADELE SQUEALS, GIGGLES

Hi!

VOICE BREAKS: I've got to go.

SHE SNIFFS

- All right? - Yeah, I'm late.

- What do you mean you're late? Casey?

- SHE INHALES SHAKILY

SHE SOBS

- Oh, sorry about that. She had to get off.

- ADELE CRIES

- Hey. Hey.

Hey, hey.

- You all right, Jode?

Can't sleep. I'm going to go.

- Why don't you use my bed?

- What, you mean Carl's bed?

I think that'd feel weird.

Right.

Where's my fucking...

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Oh, mate.

DOORBELL RINGS

Are you fucking joking us?

- Chris, I had to.

- BANGING ON DOOR

- It's open, you fucking idiots!

- We're not going to hurt you. Just give us the phone.

- All right. OK.

OK.

- Chris?

Chris! - Oi!

- Chris! Shit!

- After him!

Hey! - You fuckers! We had a deal!

- Hey! - You lads are supposed to be working for me today!

Where are yous going?!

- KETTLE BUBBLING

- I don't think I'll ever get past what he did to me.

He left a stain on me and I...

It's like he took me...

..away from me.

Don't let him take you too.

- I'm not making a complaint.

- What about the other women?

What about the ones that he hasn't met yet?

- Well, you make the complaint, Rachel, OK? - After what...

- I just want him gone. - After what happened last night, I just...

I-I can't.

- Yeah.

- I need you to be strong.

- I'm not.

- Sorry.

Forget the complaint. That was wrong.

- He's going to be home any minute. You should probably leave.

- No, I shouldn't leave you.

I... I can't leave you. I couldn't live with myself.

I've got to do something, Lorna. I can't leave you.

Look, I had a friend help me.

Let me be your friend.

He is going to fucking batter you, Lorna.

It isn't just going to stop. Wake up.

- No... - We run. Go, go!

OK.

It's open.

- VOICE NOTE: - Sorry, Chris, I can't.

I'm tied up with something and I've got a friend visiting.

Sorry.

- TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

- What's up with you?

- Can I get my head down here, please? For a few hours?

I'm... I'm knackered.

- Yeah, well, you must be if you're coming here.

Upstairs.

Back room.

The pillows... - Give me a shout at 7:00.

- Fucking hotel.

- Mm.

You can put in your report that there's nothing wrong with her bum.

KIRSTY CHUCKLES

Should get me a good mark, shouldn't it?

- It's not an exam, Marco.

- I never got any good marks at school, like.

- No?

- I was a meff.

Hey, Kirsty...

I'll be good at it.

Being a dad.

I know I can do it.

- Casey's not your girlfriend, Marco.

You shouldn't lie to me.

You're trying your best, and I can see you love Adele, but...

..you're out of your depth.

- No, I'm not.

Honest, I'm not. I'm sound. I can do it.

- I've stayed here twice as long as I should have

to see if you could make this work, but...

..I'm going to have to recommend emergency foster care.

- What?! Are you m... Why? - Unless... - Foster care?

- Yes, unless...

- Please don't fucking put here in care. - Look, Marco, unless you can

find someone experienced who can give you some support,

before my report is submitted.

- Well, when's that?

- I can give you a day or two.

- Is that it?

- I'm sorry.

- All right. Well, I'll find... I'll find... I'll...

That's fine. A day's fine. A day or two's fine. - Yeah.

- KNOCKING ON WINDOW

Jodie!

UNDER BREATH: - Just fuck off.

- Jodie, let me in!

- Right.

Go away. - Where?

- I can't be arsed, Casey. - What we going to do?

- Watch telly.

- We need to do something. - Yeah?

Like what?

- I don't know, something. - Go home.

- I haven't got an 'ome.

- Well, just go away, then.

- I thought you were better than that.

- What am I supposed to do, eh?

- Let's go and see Ian. - What?

- Ian's fine. It's Barry who's the knobhead.

- He'll just batter us.

- So?

PHONE RINGS

RINGING STOPS

TV PLAYS DOWNSTAIRS

TOM SHOUTS AT TV: - Oh, no! Come on.

Give over!

- CONTINUES TO SHOUT AT TV

Cunt. Fucking cunt.

TOM SHOUTS AT TV

CHRIS BREATHES DEEPLY

- Aha!

Did you sleep?

- No. Um, no, not really.

- Well, I... I saved you some tea.

The girl came and made mince and onions and she's left some in there.

Whack it in the microwave for two minutes.

- Right. - Hey, where you going?

- Work.

- Here, your tea?

- I'm... I'm not hungry, Dad.

- I know, but you haven't eaten anything.

- Can I ask you something? Um...

Why is the one picture of me in this house

hidden in the one room that nobody goes in?

- Well, I put that in your room. - The spare room?

- Yeah. Yeah, YOUR room.

- I haven't got a room here cos I never come here.

- You never come here because your mother didn't want you to come here.

- Fucking hell. - She stopped you. - No.

No, it's your... That was your fault.

- No, not my fault. - That was your fault.

Daft old twat.

Don't fucking lie to yourself. You never wanted me here.

- How dare you say that? Because that's not true.

I did want you to come here!

I did your room up nice

so that it'd be good for you when you came here.

I went round her house to ask her.

"Let the lad visit.

"It'll do him good."

But she wouldn't do it.

- I... I wouldn't have wanted to come anyway, no.

- How many times has Matilda heard shouting in your house?

Eh?

How many times has she stayed in your place

since you and Kate split up?

I stopped drinking.

I don't drink any more.

I'm ashamed.

- PHONE RINGS

- Sucks that I have to go to work.

But listen, help yourself to anything in the fridge.

A bath would be nice.

I've got loads of stuff in there. I can light some candles.

- I think I actually want to go home.

I do. I really want to go home, pal.

- What if he's waiting for you?

- I think he'll be worried about me.

- He's only worried about himself.

- What?

- He's only worried about himself.

Let me run you that bath, yeah?

- KEYS JINGLE LOCK CLICKS

- I'll get it!

Yeah?

- Is Ian in?

- Ian?

They just walked in!

Should I phone the police? - Should she?

- Should she?

- No.

- You've sat at my kitchen table and eaten my food.

Carl looked after you and cared for you like a son.

Lexie loves you.

And then you go and do what you did. - Who the hell is Lexie?

- Can I ask a question? Have you never heard of colour?

It's like a fucking X-ray in here.

- It's contemporary. - It's contemporary? - Where's my drugs?

- Drugs? What drugs?

- Your brother robbed my drugs.

- He's my boyfriend.

- Go away! Yous are the spit!

- What? - Are you sure you're not related?

- Yeah, I'm positive. - Mad, that!

- You backed the wrong horse.

Listen, Barry's a knobhead.

He's always been a number two.

And the reason for that is he's a knobhead.

Fuck Barry off, work with me.

Be a partner, not a number two.

This can be an opportunity.

- What about her?

Yeah, all right.

- So where's my drugs?

- Are yous three drug dealers?

- You OK?

- Yeah, I'm sound.

- Thanks for letting me ride with you.

Couldn't face it tonight, driving around on my own.

- I went to my old fella's this avvie.

- Your dad? - Mm-hm.

- Since when have you got a dad?

- That's how... - No offence. - That's how it normally works, you

Hey...

..I've got that dickhead's Encro phone.

Franny.

I should hand it in, like. You know, do the right thing.

If I want to be able to look Tilly in the eyes.

I don't fucking know.

I'm so fucking tired.

RADIO: - Delta Romeo four seven.

- Um, yeah. Go ahead, Delta.

- Can you take a look at a report of criminal damage marked IR-IR?

Offender on scene.

- Apprehended?

- Roger. And it's a neighbour dispute.

- Right. It wasn't cracked before?

- No. - No. - No, it was definitely not cracked

- Do you want to make a complaint of criminal damage?

- The landlord, he'll want the money from us if we don't.

- Right. That's her locked up, you in court.

- He'll want it fixing. We can't afford to get it fixed,

and neither can she.

- Um...

Leave it with me. - Thanks.

- UNDER BREATH: Ffft. Fucking hell.

- What did they say?

- Um...a complaint.

- Do they know she's on licence?

- There's no choice, is there? Fucking rented property.

- She seems all right, man.

- Well, she smashed a window.

- Haven't we all?

- HE CHUCKLES

What did she say?

- She admitted it.

- She came in here kicking off, so I followed her out.

She's a pain in the arse, but I didn't mean to break the glass.

- No, but you did.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Oh, lovely.

Look, um, have you got someone to come and watch 'em?

- We're on our own.

- You've got no-one?

- Would I say I was on my own if I wasn't?

- FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Hey, mate! Do you want to...

Do you mind taking a seat?

Thanks, Faith.

QUIETLY: Um, can you watch her while I, um...

All right, fella.

WHISPERS: - Is my mum going to prison?

- She... She might have to come with us, yeah.

- It's not fair. - Yeah.

CREAK UPSTAIRS

Who's that?

- My sister. - Oh.

Hello!

- Hi.

- Hello, love.

Um... Can you... What's your name, mate?

- Tommy. - Tommy, can you go and get you both dressed?

Thanks, mate. - Macy, come on, grab your coat.

- UNDER BREATH: Fuck.

Kids are getting dressed.

They'll be well looked after.

GIRL: - Where are we going? - Don't worry about it.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

Stop crying. - I'm not!

- Gail, listen, thanks. I'm sorry for dragging you out.

- Custody suite said you've got two kids needing sorting.

- Yeah, their mum breached her licence.

- They scruffs? - No.

- And you locked her up?

- Not up to us, is it?

- What happened to discretion, eh?

- Christ, that went out about the same time CCTV came in.

- Where are they?

- Yeah. In there, yeah.

Hey, hey. Where are they going to go?

- They'll just go into the system, won't they?

- There's no emergency foster care?

- I've used them tonight already.

- Fuck.

- Chris, come on. It's not your fault that she breached her licence.

- I know.

- Hello. - Hi. - Hiya.

What are you drawing?

What's your name? - Macy.

- Macy? Oh, that's a lovely name.

- Thank you.

Right, how much longer?

- His ma goes to bed about 11.

- He comes here every day to get away from his ma?

- Well, if my drugs ain't here,

she won't be in bed for long, let me tell you.

- RATTLING

ENGINE STARTS

- OK.

Has he taken any?

Great.

Nice one, lads.

- Hey, am I a partner too?

- What?

- Like, I got the gear off the docks and did all the club and that.

I-I've worked hard, I deserve it.

- Yeah, you did, yeah.

Yeah, you're a partner.

- Eh?

- She deserves it.

- Lad...she's a baghead.

- I'm getting better.

- Oh, mate, listen.

You can't trust her.

- She's earned it.

- So... So I've got to split my money with that? - Yeah.

- Oh, fucking hell! I don't believe this!

- What's up with you?

- Something you want to say to your little mate, Case?

Now's your chance.

- What the fuck? - No?

I'll do it, then.

She's the reason Carl's dead.

- Oh, for fuck's sake... - She stole the gear that got him killed.

And instead of giving it back, she gave us a bag of detergent.

And now he's dead.

- Case?

Tell me that's not true.

Tell me that's not true.

- Jodie, I didn't.

- She's a rat, mate.

- Hey! Casey!

Casey!

- SHE PANTS, SOBS

- Casey! When I find you, I'm going to smash your face in!

Casey!

- MARCO: - Fucking hell. I must know someone who could pass a DBS check.

- ADELE GRIZZLES

Did you do the file?

- Most of it. - Oh.

- Just statements need to be added.

- Hey...

..if I hand that phone in,

that'll be me in that room saying goodbye to Tilly.

- At least Tilly's still got Kate.

- Yeah, but she won't have me.

Rach, she won't have me. And I won't have her.

- Or you just give it him back and life returns to normal, Chris.

- I fucking hate this job.

- Yeah.

- SHE RATTLES DOOR

- Fuck you, Rachel!

Fuck sake!

Argh! No!

- SHE SOBS

VOICE NOTE: - I want to go home. Where's the key, Rachel?

I'm locked in your fucking flat. Give me the key!

I can't actually believe that you've done this to me.

You said you were trying to help me and you were my fucking friend.

Look, please give me the key. Rachel, I need to get out of your house. Give me the fucking key!

- Look, I'm just, um... I'm just trying to help you, Lorna.

I'm just trying to keep you safe.

Um... Lorna, I'm... I'm so sorry.

I think I, um... I must have taken the spare key.

I usually leave one on the table by the, um...

You know what, I'm on the... I'm on the way in,

so I'll see you in a sec. I'll bring... I'll bring some coffee.

Look, I'm... I'm really sorry, I...

Fuck.

Fuck!

- DOORBELL CHIMES

- Ray?

Tea?

- Yes, please.

- So what was so urgent that it couldn't wait?

- Someone's doing all right for themselves.

- What?

- Someone's doing all right. - Oh, well...

It's nice, innit?

- Um...

I know what's going on.

Franny Sutton.

- Never heard of him.

- All right, then.

Suspected player.

Never proven, but he's got an intel file a mile wide.

- PHONE RINGS

- Named over and over again as a top-level wholesale dealer...

..with connections all over the world.

Proper OG.

- We've all got a password to the intel system, Ray.

- I saw you with him on CCTV at the Rising Sun pub the other night.

Oh, and I also saw the bail book from 14 years ago.

He was writing you fucking love poems.

- You've never had a prick mess about in the bail book?

I think it's time you left.

- Nice, innit?

- YAWNING: All right, yeah.

We done? - One sec.

- Hmm? - One sec.

- It's your phone, lad. - I want you to see something.

- You might think I'm a knobhead, but I'm still a copper.

And I know when something stinks.

And this fucking reeks.

- HE SCOFFS, CHUCKLES

- Oh, fuck off!

He sponsors your son's footy team, for Christ's sake.

- Get out.

- Fuck me!

- What?

- Your lad.

- FRANNY CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Deb's lad's your son.

- Should never put them there.

- Fuck.

Oh, God. Do I want to know that?

- This is why you offered Carson that day job, isn't it?

- I'll give you Chris.

- What?

- I'll give you Chris.

But not me.

No William, no relationships, no history, nothing.

I am out.

- I don't want you.

- You got me all wrong, you know.

I just want a quiet life.

- Yeah, so did Hodgkin.

- Having a bizzie on the books helps smooth things.

You love it though...

..things being a bit mad every now and then.

- You joking?

- You do. I know it.

I'm a good boss.

A fair boss.

I'll weigh you in well. I'll show you how to use Bitcoin.

That way, when you retire, you won't end up working as an undertaker...

- CHRIS CHUCKLES

- ..like every other fucker

in your job.

Right?

You'll set your kid up properly.

No working her way through university -

just study time and fun time, like the posh kids.

That's why we do it.

Kids.

- No.

- Fair enough.

I asked you to bring me the phone and you've done that so...

- Hmm?

Right.

KEYS JANGLE

No. - Just a kip.

- No, lad.

- Honestly, Chris, I just want you to sleep.

You look like shit.

The mattress upstairs cost two grand.

- CHRIS SIGHS SOFTLY

MUSIC: 500 Miles by The Journeymen

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow 100 miles...

- Stupid fucking bitch.

- 100 miles, 100 miles

100 miles, 100 miles

You can hear the whistle blow 100 miles...

- My Carl...

She killed my Carl.

- Lord, I'm three

Lord, I'm four

Lord, I'm 500 miles away from home...

PHONE BUZZES

QUIETLY: - Fuck off.

- Away from home, away from home

Lord, I'm 500 miles away from home...

RINGING TONE

- Franny, it's Jodie Sweeney.

I need you to find town centre Casey for me.

- Not a penny to my name

Lord, I can't go back home this-a way...

PHONE BUZZES

- Chris, it's Casey. Sh-She's going to kill me!

She's scary and she's going to kill me. What do I do?

Chris, are you there!

- Fuck off.

This-a way

HE SNORES SOFTLY

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow 100 miles

100 miles, 100 miles

100 miles, 100 miles

You can hear the whistle blow 100 miles.

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