Original subtitles

We've met before, Father, you know that? - I used to drink.

I don't always remember.

- Do you want to pull your trousers up, Liam?

- What's the point?

- I got the London job.

I'm going to say no.

- You got a day job with Deb Barnes?

- Er, yeah.

- Argh! No!

- I want to go home. Where is the key, Rachel?

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

- BABY CRIES

- You're out of your depth.

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

- What? Are you...? Why?

- Unless you can find someone who can give you some support.

- To set your kid up properly. that's why we do it...

Kids.

- Deb's lad's your son.

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

- I'll give you Chris.

- Mate, listen, you can't trust her.

She's the reason Carl's dead.

- Franny, It's Jodie Sweeney.

I need you to find Town Centre Casey for me.

- She's going to kill me!

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

- MUTTERING: Oh, fucking hell.

- The button, you just... You press it twice, the red light comes on.

- That one? - Yeah. - Yeah, I did. I thought I did press

- You slept?

- Er, yeah. Like a baby.

I think that mattress cost more than my car.

- Yeah. The pillows cost more than your car.

- CHRIS LAUGHS THROUGH NOSE

- I love it here.

- Hey! - Can I stay here, Mum?

- Erm...

..maybe, yeah. We'll see, yeah.

- I can put some pictures up for you.

We can get him some flowers too, can't we?

- Hmm.

- Thanks.

- I'm going to go and get my dress.

- Good girl.

It's all right, isn't it? - It's great.

It's great. I'm... I'm happy for you.

I mean, look at you. - What?

- New flat, new job.

New Chris.

- Yeah.

- Oh! - Oh, my God.

- It fits. - Aw, that's great.

- Yeah, looks amazing, darling. It looks amazing. - Yeah.

- Let's have a look. Let's have a look at the back.

Fantastic. Hey, listen, got your shoes on?

- No. - Go and change them, please. - OK.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- It's really gorgeous. Well done.

- DOORBELL RINGS

- I'll get it!

- Hello.

Is this the princess' house?

- It's my holy communion today at St Clementine's.

- Oh, wow.

I'm sorry, mate, I've just come to fill a hole.

Er, the hole...

..under the sink.

In the kitchen?

You... You asked me to..

- Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. The hole. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on. Come in.

Hey, darling. Listen, you go and play in there, all right?

And stay in there.

- Hmm.

You like the place, then?

- Hmm? Yeah. - Yeah. - Yeah.

- You staying?

- I've got...

Yeah.

Where's the hole?

- In your fucking head,

if you ever let me down.

Welcome aboard, lad.

Pass me my hammer so I can make a fucking hole.

- Mate. Mate, you don't need to do that.

- I said I was filling a hole, so I'm filling a hole.

Now pass me my fucking hammer.

- HAMMERING

- Lorna!

- Oh, fuck off. - I've been trying to call you.

- Fuck off, Rachel. You're mental. I should have never gone with you.

- I was just trying to help you.

- You locked me in your fucking house.

- I just didn't want you to run back to Steve.

- I wasn't running anywhere.

You locked me in your house.

Wait, do you understand?

Do you see how that would've made me feel?

Fucking weird behaviour. - I know that.

And I'm... I'm trying...

I've been trying to figure out how to...

I...

Everywhere I loo... He's...

Fuck... He's there!

He's... He's stuck there.

Sorry.

- OK.

- Is he here?

- No.

- Is he coming back?

- No.

- CAR DOOR OPENS

CAR DOOR CLOSES

- Lexie.

Lexie. Give us a love.

- What time are you going to be back?

- I don't know. I've got something on.

- I've got something on!

- What's going...? Hey!

Hey! What you doing?

- Me boss wants to know what you'll give to get Casey.

- Everything.

- You sure?

- You tell Franny,

if he gets me Casey, I'll do anything!

- PHONE VIBRATES

- Yeah?

- She's in. Do you think she's got money?

- Doesn't really matter, lad.

- So do we put the word out for this Casey bird or what?

- Yeah, go ahead.

Spread the word.

To everyone.

- OK.

- BELL RINGS

- Is Chris Carson in?

- Ten o'clock.

- Go ahead. I'll wait.

- Tonight.

- What, tonight? - Tonight.

- OK, sound, I'll wait.

- You're not shitting up my office all day.

Leave him a message. - I need to speak to him.

- Well, leave him a message that you need to talk to him, then.

- All right?

Hey, Tilly.

- Dad!

- Hiya, darling. Are you OK? You look fantastic.

- Thank you. - You having a good time? - Yeah.

All right? - Hiya.

- Er, what time's kick-off? - Ten minutes ago.

Father Liam just arrived before you.

- That's him, right? - Yep. - Christ.

- You look great. You look wonderful. - Thank you.

- Very grown-up. - You OK?

- Oh, it doesn't matter, really, does it? He's here now.

All right, Dad?

- I should have, erm...

Er, I'm... I'm...

Hi, Kate. - Hiya, Tom.

- What's that? - It's the prayer book from your first communion.

I kept it.

- Yeah.

Hmm. Good.

Erm, what do you say? - Thank you, Grandad.

- It's a pleasure, darling. A pleasure.

Now, look after it, won't you?

- Go on, then. Good girl. Thanks, Dad.

- All right, mate? I need to sign the bail book.

- ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY

I like the little pictures in there.

TILLY CHUCKLES

See that?

I was as well.

I was very cool, by the way.

- Sure. - Hmm.

- Hello, mate.

Wow, look at that dress.

Squeeze in there?

- BELL RINGS

PRIEST STEPS HEAVILY

ATTENDEES MUTTER

- You know, I can never tell

if I've switched this bloody thing on or not.

There we are.

- FEEDBACK SCREECHES

OUT OF TUNE: - The Lord's my shepherd

I'll not want

- He makes me down to lie

In pastures green

He leadeth me

The quiet waters by...

- BABY COOS

The flat's nice.

You been here long?

- A few months, like.

- I'm sorry I'm not around.

- All right.

Sound.

Will you help me, though?

They'll put her in care, Mad.

- She might get a nice family.

- Like the one that you got?

- We got. - Well, they never let me stay.

- You set fire to the bedroom.

- You could've said something about it. - I was a kid, Marco!

Plus, I hadn't done anything wrong.

- I - hadn't done nothing wrong. - You set fire to the bedroom!

- Yeah, well...

..just a fucking dickhead, aren't I?

- I did speak to Dave.

- Yeah? - Hmm.

- What did he say? - I've got to be honest, he wasn't happy.

But he said if you want support from me, he understands.

You're me brother, and he does gets that.

But there's a condition. - OK.

Anything.

- You come with me to Runcorn.

- What? Well...

Can't just move to Runcorn, like. It's mad!

- Take it or leave it.

- Body of Christ... - Amen.

- The body of... - Argh!

He stuck it in me eye!

- He moved his head. He moved his head! - It hurts!

- Come on, there's a queue here! - Amen.

- The body of Christ... - Amen.

- The body of Christ...

- Listen, if you want to go and play, just stay where I can see you, OK?

- Why don't you try some of the saus...?

Try some of the sausage rolls!

- Hey. - He loves a drama.

- Great service, Father.

- Oh, It's Mister I Can't Talk To Anyone.

- OK. Shall we...?

Let's let him eat his, erm... - I want you to try.

- Father? - Come on, just try that.

- Father? - Just try one. They're sausage rolls.

- WHISPERS TO SELF: Fucking hell.

Father, it's, erm... - Ow! - Come with me. Come with me.

Let's have a little chat. OK? Good lad.

I suppose this means

that the men's group on Tuesday is cancelled, is it?

- You know, there's peace in it.

- Hmm.

WHISPERS: - Giving in to who you are.

- I need to talk to you. - Yeah.

- About Chris.

- He's having a bad day. - So are you.

Ray told me that you got that day job with Deb Barnes cos of drugs.

- Drugs?

- Kate... - Don't... - I'm trying to...

- Has somebody got some drugs?

- I can't believe you're doing it again.

- I'm not. I'm not. - I like drugs.

- Mate, please...

- I fucked that job because of you.

- I know. I know, I'm sorry. - No, I know, it's OK. I don't...

I don't care. We are going to London.

I'm going to take Tilly.

No. You are not fit to be a father right now.

I've been a fool, but I won't be a fool any more.

- Right, you better understand this -

you're not fucking leaving, OK?

You're not going.

- You try and stop me.

- OK. All right.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

- What's up?

You got a cob on because I told Kate the truth?

I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't just been you...

..again.

- Erm...

..I'm going to beat the fuck out of you, OK?

- Really?

- Oh, yeah.

- Go on, then.

I thought you were getting help... - I fucking am!

You get in there!

- Argh!

- Don't think so, mate.

You dirty fucking...

- Argh!

Argh!

- RAY WHIMPERS

- Jesus Christ!

- Did you twat him?

- Erm...

- Well done, son.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Fuck. My fucking hand.

I'll walk you to the bus stop. - OK.

- Erm, sorry.

Hold up, Dad.

Do you mind? I'm just going to go and speak to this guy.

I'll be right back. Two... Two seconds.

- Hiya, mate. What happened to you?

- What do you want?

- Do you know Town Centre Casey?

That's a yes. - CHRIS CLEARS HIS THROAT

- She's your first job. - Are you joking?

Casey?

HE CHUCKLES

Why do you want her?

- Someone I know wants to give her a slap.

- All right...

- Won't be the first one she's had, and it won't be her last.

Anyway, the word is she's at your station.

- Locked up?

- No.

She's just sitting there in the enquiry office,

waiting for you to pick her up.

My lad can't get her from a bizzie shop,

so he'll be waiting outside for you.

- OK.

- OK? - OK.

- If you've got something to say,

say it and then fuck off forever, OK?

Has he been crying?

- I know you've got it. - What?

- The stash from the lock up.

- So?

- I want to come back in.

I'm sorry I...

I fucked up.

Didn't know what I was...

Didn't mean it to go like this.

I'll do anything.

- We've got men looking for Casey.

When we find her, I - might - need you.

- Come on, up.

Come on.

Casey? - Hmm?

- Why's Franny Sutton interested in you? - Who?

- I'm not fucking about.

Oi!

- Jodie found out Carl died because of me,

so she wants me dead.

So she's probably got your mate to find me.

- He's not me mate.

Fucking knew it.

Fuck.

I knew this would happen.

- Look, it'll be all right.

- Why's she always in the back of this car?

Need to get a baby seat fitted for her.

- Fuck off. - You fuck off.

So?

- Don't worry about it.

SOFTLY: Fuck's sake, man.

- Yeah. Yeah. She's not here.

He's fucked us.

- TV: - ..getting along.

Laura, what have you got over here? It smells delicious.

- Well, I've been trying to make a sort of layer cake

with orange flavour -

one orange and a lemon - but I don't know if I'm succeeding!

- You seem nervous about that. You ever made...?

- Stop! I'm trying to watch this.

- I've got to go out for a minute. - Where are you going?

- I'll be right back. Cover yourself up.

You stay relaxed. Be right back.

Be right back.

- TV SHOW CONTINUES

LINE RINGS

- Welcome to voicemail.

I'm sorry, but the person you've called is not available.

Please leave your message after the tone.

- BEEP

- I'm really hoping...

..this is all just some mix-up,

and you're on your way, rushing to me now with this Casey bird.

Because if it's not and you're not...

- HE EXHALES

- ..you're dead.

I swear to God, lad.

No messing, lad. You're fucking dead, lad.

Mate, serious, like properly fucking dead, lad.

I swear to God, proper fucking dead.

Don't think that uniform's going to save you, lad, cos it's not.

- BANG ON DOOR

BANGING CONTINUES

DOOR BURSTS OPEN

- Whoa! - Where is she? - What yous doing? What's going on?

- Where's Carson taken Casey, lad? - What?

- Where's Carson taken Casey?!

- I... I don't know! I swear. Pack it in, will you?

- I will smash you round... - Oi, lad, step away from my little girl.

I'm not fucking messing. - Marco! - I don't know, Jodie.

I have been in with me baby all night. I don't know.

You can check me phone. Why would I know?

- Why would you know?

You brought that baghead who's responsible for killing my Carl

into my house.

- I didn't know. - You did that!

- I didn't think. - You didn't think?

- I didn't....

- You're responsible, so you call me.

The second you see her, talk to her, or know where she is,

you call me. Do you understand? - BABY CRIES

- Do you understand, Marco? - Yeah.

- CRYING INTENSIFIES

- Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.

There we go.

Don't worry about them.

Don't worry about them. You're OK.

Come on. Come and have a cuddle.

Sh, sh, sh.

Sh, sh, sh, sh.

Sh.

- How long's she going to be in the back of the car?

She's been in there ages now.

- Listen, mate, don't fucking freak out...

..Franny's after her, OK?

And he wants me to fucking bring her to him.

I don't know what to do. - I thought that was done.

- Nah. I've properly fucked meself this time.

RADIO: - Delta Romeo four seven, four seven Delta.

- Go ahead.

- Can you take a look at a report of an abscond from care, please, Rach?

- We should just go to the home and take the report.

He could be anywhere.

- Yeah, he could be...

..but he's not.

He's there.

- How do you know?

- Because he's a creature of habit, is our Damian.

All right, Daymo? How's it going?

- All right.

- Run away again?

- Absconded.

It's called absconding.

- Why did you run away?

- You work with him?

- Yeah.

- Good luck with that.

- What's going on with you?

- Mum's an addict with mental health issues.

Fuck knows who me dad is. Me nan died five and a half years ago.

Can't get fostered so I'm stuck in some privately run

children's home which is like a Russian zoo.

Poorly maintained, and half the residents are animals.

So does that answer your questions, then?

- Yeah.

- This is what happens when you commoditise the care of children.

- Right. I mean, you know, we are going to have to take you back.

- I'm not going back. - You have to go back.

- I'm going to London.

- MEN SHOUTING

- You can't go to London.

- I'm going to London. - It's not safe.

- I won't get bummed. - I didn't say someone was going to...

I just mean you can't go on your own because...it's not safe.

You're a kid. - I'm going to London.

- Right. Well, got money for a ticket?

No? No money, no ticket, no London.

And on that basis, mate, you're going to the home.

Let's go.

Do you want a burger and fries first?

- Yeah. - Thought so.

Come on, then, shift your arse. Let's go.

Problem-solving policing.

- Is the home really that bad?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Everyone's looking for you.

- Eat your tea.

- Can't we just take him back?

- Nobody wants him, Rach.

He's just fucked.

His life, fucked. Same as hers.

- Don't say that. - Why not? It's true.

Hey, mine's fucked too.

- No.

We're not doing that. Come on.

Damian, come on. Let's go.

- What you d...? - We're going to sort it out. Come on. - Christ Almighty.

Yeah, Casey!

CHILDREN SHOUT

- He took the batteries out and now we can't change the channel.

- Children's home, sweet home. - Now the telly's stuck on some shit film

and we can't turn it over. - Don't swear at me. - I ain't swearing.

I just want to change the film. - Where's he put the batteries?

- Up his arse!

- No, where's he put them?

- Damian, do me a favour, park up on the stairs.

- We can't change the film cos he's put them up his arse!

Give me the new batteries. - I haven't got the keys for the cupboard.

- But I need new batteries!

- I said I haven't got the keys. - Cow.

- Who you talking to? - Hey, mind it!

- Move your fat arse! - Fuck off.

- KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello, service, please.

- In a sec. - Yeah. OK. Just we've brought Damian back.

- One of them's just shoved batteries up their arse, mate,

so I need to write it down before he tries to put the remote

up there as well. - You don't have to shout. You don't have to shout, OK?

- Do you want to do that? - Yeah. - Good.

CHILDREN SHOUT

All right, mate?

CHILDREN SHOUT

- I've just seen your phone. - Piss off back upstairs.

- Give me your phone. - No, you're not having... Give me it back!

What the fuck are you doing? - Where did you get 500 from?

- You're taking the piss. Give me my fucking phone. - Where?

- Nowhere. None of your business.

Give me the fucking phone, you slag! - How have you come up with £500?

- Hey. Hey. Hey. What's going on? Is that his phone?

- Yeah. - Why you got it?

I thought you were skint.

- It just pinged in then. I heard it.

- CASEY OUTSIDE: - Get off me!

- Fuck's sake!

Stop! Police!

SHE SCREAMS

Stop! Get the fuck out of the way, you...

GRUNTS AND GROANS

- Fucking hell.

- Normally there's two of us on of a night,

but Janet's gone off with stress,

so I'm left to manage all this on me own. - He's a kid.

OK? He's a kid that needs help.

- I'm on 11.20 an hour, mate.

How interested do you want me to be?

- KNOCK ON DOOR

- If this is about the fucking batteries...

- They took them in a van!

- Fuck!

- Damian grassed them up.

- What the fuck happened?

Damian, who did you ring?

- I told you I need to get to London.

- For fuck's sake.

- He dropped them.

- I just spent the whole night trying to help you!

- LINE RINGS

- Come on!

- Welcome to voicemail... - Fuck!

- TYRES SKID

- Shit.

- LINE RINGS

- Welcome to voicemail...

- For fuck's sake!

It's Chris. They dragged him into a van! - What?

- Chris. They've taken him? - Get inside!

- I'm going to die. She's going to kill me.

- Casey? - I'm going to die.

- Casey, shut the fuck up! No-one's going to die! OK?

No-one's going to fucking die, so shut up!

Jodie!

- What are you doing 'ere? - Jodie!

Jodie! Fuck!

Agh, fuck!

- Chris, please help.

- Jodie, leave her alone!

Argh! Shit!

Jodie!

Argh!

Jodie, it's my fault Carl's dead!

It's my fucking fault!

Fuck.

- What?

What did you just say?

- It's my fault Carl died.

- Bring him an' all.

- HE GROANS

Ow!

- Ahoy-oi.

- What the fuck is going on? Franny's got Chris.

Oh, fuck's sake, Deb. I know you know him.

- Have you called it in? - Have I called...?

No, I haven't called it in, Debs.

I don't know what to do. If I do that, Chris could get in trouble.

- Wait here.

- Who's that? Who are you calling?

- Franny.

I'll sort it, Rach.

- Welcome to voicemail. I'm sorry, but... - Fuck's sake.

- Jodie! No! No!

- SCREAMS: - Chris! Chris!

Chris! Jodie, help!

Please! - Jodie!

Jodie! - No!

- CASEY CRIES

DEBS: - Franny won't hurt him. - RACHEL:

- I know him.

- So you knew he was going to murder Hodgkin?

- No! Of course not.

I just... I didn't think...

- You didn't think that a drug dealer

was going to behave like a drug dealer?

- I should never have got Chris involved.

I just needed the phone back.

If Hodgkin had handed that in, that's me and Franny going down,

and my son going into care.

- All I care about is finding Chris, and this isn't helping,

so, Debs, you're going to need to pull your head out your ass.

You're still a copper. A boss.

Think of something, Debs.

- Come on.

- CASEY SOBS

- Please... - Shut the fuck up!

- Hey, Jodie...

Jodes, listen to me.

- Don't call me Jodes. Don't call me Jodes! - Oh, fuck!

- Fucking dickhead.

- Please, I'm sorry!

- Carl fucking...

Carl asked me to get her, right, and I didn't.

I had the bag of gear.

I should've given it back to him. It's my fault.

- Shut the fuck up, the pair of yous! Shut up!

Listen...

..the pair of yous are going to get it, so it doesn't matter, OK?

Yous both are going to fucking die here tonight.

- No.

- What do you mean, no?

What do you mean, no?

- The copper just gets a slap, OK?

You can do whatever the fuck you want to her,

you can kill her, bury her,

pull her fucking teeth out.

No-one's touching my bizzie but me.

- If you want my money, then this,

this is what I'm getting.

- It's going to cost you more than money.

Your shop, for example.

- My shop?

Fine. - Fine.

- Try Carl Sweeney.

I'll try Ian first.

- Jodie, mate, I'm not fucking joking.

No, listen to me. I'm not kidding.

- Shut the fuck up, Chris.

- Sorry, but listen to me, mate, listen to me.

- Shut up. I don't want to fucking listen to you!

- God, you're not going to fucking do this.

Jodie, you're not going to do this. - Don't push me.

Don't fucking start. Don't fucking start.

Fucking prick!

- CASEY WHIMPERS

Aw, mate.

Fucking hell.

Franny?

Franny? - Go on, you can do it.

- What do you mean? - Take it out of me hands.

- Franny, just fucking do it, will you? - Come on.

You want them dead.

- Franny, fucking hell, man, just do it! - Go, go for it.

Go on.

Go on, take it.

- For fuck's sake! - There you go.

OK.

- CASEY: - I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Jodie. - Fuck, Jodie...

- Ashmore Hill Farm. Left as you drive on.

But you'd better be quick. You'll see the vans.

- OK. Who are you going to do first?

Personally, I'd fucking do her,

because the moment she hears his fucking skull crunching,

she's going to start screaming her fucking head off.

"Argh! No, don't!"

Ain't you?

Listen, three good fucking whacks, bang, bang, bang,

that'll get her quiet, right?

And then just keep smacking her above her ear,

right there, OK?

- Fuck's sake.

- Don't fucking close your eyes, right?

Cos a... - But... - Calm down, Chris.

Trust me, a swing and a miss, you'll fracture your shin,

and that will fucking hurt.

- Jodie. Jodie, this is... - You can do it. - This is fucking mad.

OK? This is mad. - You can fucking do it.

- You don't want to do it! You don't want to fucking do it, do you?

- Shut up, Chris! Shut up! - I don't care! - I'll fucking do it!

- You can fucking do me. I just don't want you to do her, that's all.

I'm fucking sick of it now, mate!

I'm sick of all this shit! So if you want to end it,

fucking end it with me. Fucking kill me. Fucking kill me now!

- Shut up! - Carl was me best mate, right, and I got him killed,

so fucking kill me!

- Go on! Do it!

- I'll fucking do it!

- Argh!

Ah, shit!

Ow.

Ow.

What was that? What was the fucking...?

- Fuck's sake.

- Shit! You nearly missed me, didn't you, you fucking cunt?

Aw, fuck!

- Fucking amateurs, eh?

Stick to running my fucking cake shop.

- Hey, Barry, well done, mate, nice one.

Fucking thick cunt.

- Fuck this.

- CHRIS GROANS

- I'll be round in the morning to pick up me keys.

Cut her loose and pass me his keys.

Ta.

- CASEY VOMITS

Whoa. Whoa. Where are you going? Casey?

Casey?

- You know...

..I once worked with these two old fellas.

They were brothers.

They used to tell me...

"..take care of your tools, lad, and they'll take care of you."

I'll see you around, copper.

- Oh!

Argh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

PHONE VIBRATES

CASEY: - Marco? - What do you want?

- I want to see you.

- I'm busy.

- Lad, please?

- I'm moving to Runcorn.

- Runcorn?

What for?

- To make a better future for Adele.

- In Runcorn, though? You haven't even been to Runcorn, Marco.

They haven't got an Asda.

- They have got an Asda. It's massive.

- But she'll be a Wool.

- She won't. She was born here.

- Nah, she'll be a bad Wool.

How long are you going for?

- Forever.

- Forever?

What am I going to do without you?

- Do you want to come with me?

Me sister's fella's got this mate who's got a flat, so...

- A fresh start.

- Yeah.

Hey, no messing round, though. No drugs. No robbing. No nothing.

- No, no, I know. No.

Well, what train you getting?

- Rach. - Chris!

What happened to your head?

- Erm, it's a long story and big hammer.

- I'm going to go get the first-aid kit. - No. It's OK.

- You might be concussed.

- Oh, knock some sense into me. Come on. Sit down.

Come on. Just fucking...

..sit, will you?

Oh, fuck.

All right? - Are you all right?

- Yeah. Not bad.

Thanks for coming.

Nice, innit?

You wanted to work on a trawler.

- What?

- You told me. Months ago. Didn't you?

You said you saw a programme about fishermen,

and that you wanted to be one.

- Changed me mind.

It's too cold.

- Innit?

HE CHUCKLES

- I really only ever wanted to be a bobby.

- Fucking hell!

What a mug, eh?

- I'm going to go to the job.

Not about this.

About Steve.

About me attacking him the other night. - Hmm.

Right.

Come on, then. Give us a hand up.

HE GROANS

- Right, come on, then, old man.

- Fucking old man.

Foetus.

THEY LAUGH

HE GROANS

HE CHUCKLES

- What are you doing?

- I'm out.

- You can't leave. - I can.

- Oh, come on. Just...

..take a week off. Just think it through.

- I'm taking the rest of me life off, mate.

Here, can you, erm...

..put that on Phil's desk with a note

saying that I'm going to call him in the week? He'll know the score.

- O...

- Hey, do you mind throwing me shite in your locker for now?

- Yeah. OK.

- You're the man.

Oh, shit.

Hey.

Erm, one thing.

They won't want to hear it, you know.

- What? - The job.

They won't want to hear it, you know, the truth about you and Steve.

Just go and do the job, Rach. Do it properly.

- Yeah. OK.

- You're not as much of a twat as you think you are, you know.

- You are, though.

- HE EXHALES

ANNOUNCEMENT: - This is the 08.00 Transport for Wales service

to Runcorn,

departing in five minutes.

- Choo-choo!

- What you saying? All right?

All right?

Where have you been?

- About.

- About where?

- Don't ask. - Did you not bring nothing with you?

- Not got nothing to bring.

Runcorn, though?

- Yeah.

- All the chemicals and that?

- They've got trees!

- It'll be hard, though.

- Yeah, I know it'll be hard.

- Be all right, though, you know.

- Yeah.

- You two'll be settled.

You got any money?

- Nah. No, I spent it on our tickets. - Oh, I'm starving.

Erm, I'll get us a couple of Wispa bars.

- Go ahead, yeah. - Yeah. - All right.

Hey, Case, Case, Case!

- Yeah?

- Don't be robbing, though, OK?

All right? That's all stopped? - Of course it has!

- Detective Younger?

- Yeah?

- Erm...

..I want to report a case of domestic violence.

- Yeah?

Who's the victim?

- Me.

- Shit.

- Yeah.

- Mate...

You OK?

- Yeah.

I'm OK.

- ANNOUNCEMENT: - This is the 08.00 Transport for Wales service

to Runcorn, departing in two minutes.

- Shit!

Erm, look, can you hold this baby for a second?

- What? - Please. One second, please. I swear to God it's an emergency.

Thank you, love. Thank you. Thank you. I'll be right back.

Case, come 'head!

Casey, come 'head. Get on.

Come on.

- DOORS BEEP

ANNOUNCEMENT: - Stand clear of the closing doors.

- What I've learned from the ocean

Hard to dance and rejoice in the motion

Let the sun have its moment

The moon will come

What I've learned from a soldier

Every man is a son to a daughter

And we only remember

When we see the blood...

- She's a dream.

- Yeah!

Yeah, she was, yeah.

- Kate, it's me. Er, just wanted to say I'm sorry, OK?

If you and Tilly want to go, then go for it.

I'm happy for you. Good luck.

What I've learned from a traveller

There's no road that can lead to nirvana

There's a world to discover

But home is love

Mm-mm-mm

What I've learned from a mirror

Look too hard and you'll find you a stranger

Love is just a decision

The choice is yours...

Fancy a visitor?

- Yeah.

That would be very nice.

I'm just watching the telly.

- What's on?

- Just shite.

- Don't you grow up on me

Wear that Afro like your backbone

Don't you grow up on

Slow up on

Don't you grow up on me

Keep it OG, slip it slowly

Don't you grow up on me

Slow up on me...

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