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[upbeat music playing]

[beeping]

You and your friends are in a lot of trouble.

["Your Good Girl's Gonna Go Bad" by Tammy Wynette plays]

♪ I've never seen the inside of a bar room ♪

♪ Or listened to a Jukebox all night long ♪

♪ But I see these are the things that bring you pleasure ♪

♪ So I'm gonna make some changes in our home ♪

♪ I'll change if it takes that to make you happy ♪

♪ From now on you're gonna see a different me ♪

♪ Because your good girl's gonna go bad ♪

[theme music playing]

[phone vibrating]

-What do you want? -Who is he?

Who's who?

You bring in new blood, I should know about it.

They're still my people.

What are you talking about?

The American.

What American?

Yo, don't treat me like an idiot.

Man's still connected in this, you know.

Hey! Will you remember who you're talking to?

Sorry.

[The Dean] I don't know anything about any American.

So, what have you heard?

[Rani] Stop!

Please stop!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Who's the American?

What American?

Let him go!

Fine, we'll tell you!

We were introduced to someone by our lawyer.

[Ben panting]

Who?

He's an old guy from New York.

All we know is he's found a way to bring uncut coke into the country.

And what does he want from you?

He was looking for distributors.

We offered our services.

Without telling me?

This is our thing.

None of my people do business under my nose,

without, A, telling me,

-and B, cutting me in. -Come on!

I wanna meet this American.

[country music playing]

[Margaret] Dad, lunch is ready.

Be right there, darling.

[indistinct chatter]

[Diane] The community centre grand opening is in two days' time,

and I can confirm in attendance will be His Highness,

the Lord Mayor of Bristol,

and his wife.

So, it is of vital imperativeness

that the whole day goes without a hitch.

Capiche?

I have assigned each of you

tasks to be completed on the day

to the utmost of your abilities.

You two, car park supervision.

You two, the sweet treats stall.

I'm taking control of the community centre.

I'm receiving the keys from the mayor.

Yeah, well until then,

I'm Billy big bollocks around here. Capiche?

Since when does she say "capiche?"

-Since she watched Goodfellas last night. -Ah.

[Diane] Notice, there are two portaloos, yeah?

Portaloo one is for plebs.

This one...

Very important pees only.

Very important persons, plural.

The only people I wanna see doing their business in here

is the Lord Mayor and/or his wife.

[Frank] You wanna see them doing number ones,

-or number twos in there? -Both. Happily.

So, the VIP latrine is now padlocked.

I'm entrusting the key to you,

because you're a member of the landed gentry,

and therefore know how to respect a toilet.

You and I are the only persons authorized to grant access.

Oh, my god, I can't believe I get the keys

-to the VIP shitter! -Hey, no.

I don't want any salty language in front of the Lord Mayor.

-What about his wife? -Especially not his fucking wife.

-Oh, Sergeant Haines. -Diane. Can I have a word?

Ma'am.

If Sergeant Haines needs a dump, let her use the posh crapper, okay?

Excuse me.

Through here, ma'am.

You were right.

I believe the preparation and selling of illegal drugs

has been going on here, and I think it involves your offenders.

I reckon we take 'em down right now.

Well, right now, I have no concrete evidence.

Happy to smack it out of 'em old school.

I know for a fact that beanpole's a crier.

I just need you to keep your eyes peeled,

and report anything suspicious to me.

Are you officially deputising me?

I don't have authority to officially deputise you.

How about deputise me unofficially?

That would be meaningless and give you literally

no legal authority whatsoever.

But will you do it?

I unofficially deputize you, yes.

[laughs]

Remember, eyes peeled.

-Report anything suspicious. -I won't let you down.

[exhales]

[dramatic music playing]

Who got married?

My ex, Lara.

Oh. Are you okay with that?

Today is not about me, Greg,

it's about you getting a promotion. Come on.

What are you gonna do when you get in to work?

Well, I'm gonna walk into my boss's office...

Ah, wrong, you are marching into your boss's office...

-Am I? -...with total confidence

and you're gonna give it to him with both barrels. Go.

Excuse me, sir, sorry to bother you,

but I have worked here 11 years,

so would you please contemplate the possibility

of considering making me a partner, please, sir?

-That was both barrels? -Oh, yeah, baby.

No, Greg, you are marching in there and you are saying,

"If you don't make me a partner,

I am walking out that door and I ain't coming back."

And then,

you're gonna march up to Anne-Marie and you're gonna take her for a drink,

before you bring her back here and you bang her brains out.

On this counter,

on the couch, against the wall, on the carpet.

Generally around the flat, no, I get the idea, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Go get 'em.

[door opens, closes]

[dramatic music playing]

[playing trumpet]

-No, like this. -I can't do it.

-You can do it. -I don't want to play the trumpet.

Well, you're going to play the trumpet, okay?

-I don't want to! -[John] Listen...

-What is going on? -[John] I played the trumpet

when I was your age, okay, and I loved it.

I loved it.

'Til your grandfather told me it was for fairies.

What's going on?

Effie's gonna learn to play the trumpet to a very high standard,

and she's gonna get a music scholarship,

and that's gonna pay for her school.

Okay, one more time, like this.

-I don't want to! -Just blow the bloody trumpet!

John!

You don't have to play it, darling.

Daddy's just kidding, aren't you?

Yep.

Sorry, darling, it's just Daddy's little joke.

Okay?

Okay, enough.

What is going on with you?

Talk to me.

[sighs]

I'll just go check on her.

[dramatic music playing]

[Greg] Sir, I've worked here for 11 years

and I really feel it's time you made me a partner.

[Mr Kingsley] Come.

I have a Zoom in five, so make it quick.

Sir, I've been working here for 11 years...

so, I really feel...

it's time that...

we had a casual Friday.

-No, I don't like 'em. -Fine, just wanted to bring it up.

My door is always open. But close it on your way out.

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

I ain't telling you nothing unless I have it in writing.

Immunity and early release is a big ask.

So is snitching on The Dean.

I have to speak to the CPS, and that takes time.

You don't have time.

Something big is going down that'll nail The Dean to the wall.

I'd hate for you to miss it.

What's going down?

Immunity and early release, in writing.

Yo Margie, I'm stepping out for a bit.

Margie, it's been made safe.

Oh, well then I don't know why I'm so upset that my six-year-old daughter

found a gun in our house!

Okay, here's the thing.

Me and a couple of others

found a bag of money doing community service,

I mean a lot of money, and instead of going to the cops, we kept it.

But Tom found my cut,

threatened to burn it and hid it,

but I found it and I was gonna split to Brazil.

Instead, I paid off your mortgage.

Now, it turns out the money belongs to this drug dealer,

this real bad guy, who threatened to clip us

if we don't deal drugs for him to pay our debt, but now he wants more.

And if we go to the cops, we incriminate ourselves.

So, we figure the only way to get him off our backs

is to send him down ourselves.

Our plan is to get him pulled over by the cops

with ten kilos of cocaine in the trunk of his car,

but he never handles product himself,

and he never leaves London.

So...

we're using this grift...

called the brass bunkum...

which involves a gun.

Goodnight, Frank.

That's the whole truth,

Margie, nothing but.

[Margie] Oh, I believe you.

[dramatic music playing]

You sure you're okay doing this?

I am one of the world's great gift wrappers, Greg.

I mean, being around all this cocaine.

Oh, how did it go with the promotion, and Anne-Marie?

I've gotta get going.

Well, good luck.

[rock music playing]

You okay?

I'm fine.

Let's do this.

[rock music playing]

[Greg] May I introduce,

from New York, Mr Ralph Rostelli.

Ralphie.

Call me Ralphie.

You want something?

From the minibar?

We got tiny whiskies,

tiny vodkas...

full-sized Pellegrino's.

-No, thanks. -What about nuts?

Got eight different kinds of nuts here.

I'm here about your requirements.

All business.

This guy! [laughs]

When I met these two,

we had a drink, broke bread,

I got to stare 'em in the whites in their eyes.

That's how we do things where I come from.

I'm here for new business, Mr Rostelli, not new friends.

Ralphie, call me Ralphie.

Open your shirts.

Pardon me?

You think I'm wearing a wire?

Open your shirts.

[Frank] Screw you, open yours.

Lay a hand on me, I'll break every finger on it.

In all five boroughs of New York, I am known.

Ask anybody about Ralph Rostelli out of New York, they'll tell you.

Our business here is done.

Mr Rostelli, please, wait, sir.

[Frank] I ain't dealing with two-bit hoods,

who don't show respect.

So long.

[Rani] Please.

Apologise.

Fuck him.

Oh.

This guy's product makes yours look like Shake n' Vac.

It's mad pure.

You want this deal.

I apologize.

We just have to be careful.

I'll have the pistachios, please.

That's better.

[dramatic music playing]

Okay, he'll be gone for 30 minutes.

-You sure? -I ran this place for 12 bloody years.

All right, I was only bloody asking.

I don't need your help!

-[keys jingling] -[suspenseful music playing]

[Myrna] John.

[gate creaking]

[Myrna] John, I wanna tell you something,

because I haven't got anyone else to tell.

I'm on tenterhooks.

Every night when I go to bed,

and every morning when I wake up,

there's someone in my flat with me.

It's that policeman that died in that fire.

Are you saying, "I see dead people?"

No, no.

I know that it's all in my head, but...

doesn't matter.

[Greg] One of my other clients, a Bristol businessman, John Halloran,

is in hot water financially.

Needs to make a lot of money very quickly.

Now, for years, Halloran's family

have been importing and exporting brake pads

through the port of Bristol.

It's a legitimate family business, so if certain illicit products

were included in his shipments,

customs would have no reason to suspect it.

We got a test run tomorrow. Ten keys.

Ten keys?

How much are you charging?

£400,000.

[laughs]

[The Dean] Are you out of your minds?

[Frank] Street value to you is three times that.

[sighs]

I want to meet this Halloran.

I want to sample the product.

Bring both to London and we'll have...

[Frank] Hey.

I made this trip out of courtesy,

'cause these two said you're the guy, but no more visits.

You wanna see how I run, or the product, you come to Bristol.

-I never leave London. -Make an exception.

But I don't even know who you are.

I'm Ralph Rostelli out of New York.

Who the fuck are you?

When?

-Where? -Tomorrow.

Park Street Hotel, 2:00 pm.

Okay.

[Frank] One more thing.

I don't play with kids.

These two, out.

This is our deal.

-We made this happen. -You're out.

-[Ben] Eh? -What the fuck?!

[Ben] Nah, man! What's going on?

[Rani] That's not fair! We made a deal! We're in this!

[door closes]

[upbeat music playing]

Committed, good.

[Frank] How about you, young fella?

Come on, give it a shot.

Guess how many.

[Diane] Oi, tabard off.

[upbeat music playing]

[Greg] Face painting here. Do you want your face painted, Madam?

No?

Get your face painted by a celebrity.

[Sophie] Greg?

Sophie.

[Sophie] Erm, this is Greg, my ex-husband.

-G'day, mate. -G'day.

Good... good day. Good day to you.

So, what do you do, Greg?

I'm a lawyer. Well-paid lawyer.

What about yourself?

Professional skydiver.

-Is that even a real job? -Yes, it is.

Darling.

Pretty, please, will you win me another teddy bear at the shooting range?

-[laughs] Okay. -[Gabby] Oh, look at you!

Oh, hi!

This is Sophie, my wife... ex-wife.

-And this is... -My name's Dante.

-Of course it is. -So, how did you two meet?

Well, um...

Greggles rocked on over to me after our kickboxing class and...

-Woo! -[Gabby] Ooh! [laughs]

Swept me off my feet.

Literally, 'cause it was a kickboxing class.

Yeah. Nice.

What about you two?

We met on a parachute jump.

[Dante] Her fifth. My 60th.

Oh, Christ, that must get fucking boring.

You jump, mate?

Oh, no, Greg tends to play it safe.

Not true.

We went, erm, inline skating recently, and I didn't wear kneepads or a helmet.

By inline skating, do you mean rollerblading?

Rollerblade is a brand name,

so you should really call it inline skating.

Like I say, Greg plays it safe.

I'm not gonna apologize for respecting trademark law, Sophie.

You should know that about me.

One of the reasons she fell in love with me.

-Oh, yes. -[Greg] Yeah.

Okay, well, we should get going.

Erm, it was nice to meet you.

-Yeah. -Ah. Yes.

[indistinct chatter]

Penny for your thoughts.

I'm thinking I'd still be married if I was more like him.

Darling, you can't pull off tie dye.

I mean the sort of bloke who jumps out of planes.

No, stop it, all right?

That's exactly the thinking that's holding you back, okay?

Asking out Anne-Marie, asking for a promotion.

You don't do things, Greg, because you think,

"Well, I'm not the sort of bloke who jumps out of planes,"

but blokes who jump out of planes only jump out of planes

because they, they jump out of planes.

Who said that originally? Was it the Dalai Lama?

[Diane] Oi!

Less getting acquainted, more faces painted!

[indistinct chatter]

[Myrna] Oh, shit.

What are you doing here?

I know you're not looking for my approval,

but you made something real happen here, something valuable.

I just...

I want to support that.

Right. Okay.

Thanks.

See? The bloody woman!

The one you framed for a crime she didn't commit?

Look, if I have to choose between the individual and the cause,

I choose the cause.

Doesn't make you a good person.

You think she's the cancer in your group. She's not, you are.

-How so? -We've... sold drugs,

we've taken dirty money, we've threatened people.

For the greater good!

Ends justify the means, do they?

If what we've done ever gets out,

any good your organization has achieved will be torpedoed.

Yeah, well I know that, don't I?

There's not much I can do about that now.

Wrong.

If you were in the army,

you'd be left alone in a room with a revolver

to do the honourable thing.

[cheering]

[Frank] Come on, guess how many.

Diane.

Ah, I don't feel good.

-Help me! -Frank.

-Frank! -[grunts]

What is going on?

I felt faint.

-I'm good now. -Oh, you've been on your feet all day.

You need a little lie down.

I'm good. I'm good.

Diane, permission to take Frank for a lie down?

-I'll allow it. -Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

[Gabby] Oh, dear, Frank.

Have a lie down.

Oh, oh, got you.

Ah.

There.

[Frank] Thank you, darling.

[upbeat music playing]

[Haines] Do we have a deal?

Everything you have on The Dean for early release

and immunity from further charges.

You won't get a better offer.

Are you signing or not?

You said something big is going down. What?

The Dean's taking receipt of ten keys of pure Colombian cocaine.

Park Street Hotel, 2:00 PM today.

[country music playing]

[Haines] Come on, quickly, quickly!

Better hot step.

[country music playing]

-[Haines] Has he arrived? -[Selforth] No, no sign of him so far.

-Park in here. -Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[buzzing]

Hello, Diane.

[Diane] Deputy Diane, Ma'am.

Uh, yes, hello Deputy Diane.

[Diane] I have eyes on all the offenders, as requested.

All are here, present, and accounted for.

[Haines] Thank you, dep... er, deputy.

[Diane] Ma'am, I don't know if you're free next Wednesday,

but they're doing a little graduation ceremony

for us PCSOs, and we're allowed to bring a plus-one.

My mum has bingo, so she can't attend,

so I just wondered whether you...

I don't think I can make it, Diane.

[Diane] No, I mean, just to be clear, I'm inviting you as a friend,

this isn't a lesbian thing.

I don't know if you are... I mean, not that there's anything wrong...

I mean, don't get me wrong, we've all dabbled.

But just so you know, I am partial to the cock,

if you catch my drift.

I do.

But I have to go now, Diane.

[Diane] Okay, roger that. Over.

[suspenseful music playing]

[brakes squeal]

This guy.

Change of plan.

Halloran is jumpy.

Wants to meet someplace with lots of people.

Take the back exit.

[indistinct chatter]

[Gabby] Charity car wash, donate.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Gabby] Show time.

I'm not sure I can do this.

You can't jump out of a plane without jumping out of a plane.

Still makes no sense.

Go!

[man] Come on, John.

[dramatic music playing]

[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[gasping]

[car approaching]

So good to see you again. Nice drive down?

So, where is he, Halloran?

Oh, he's just popped to the-- over there.

He what?

You wait here, I'll fetch him.

Keep him talking.

What am I gonna talk to a drug dealer about?

[indistinct muttering]

So, were you affected much by Brexit...

What's busier for you, Christmas or New Year?

-We don't need to talk. -No, definitely not, definitely not.

-All right? -Yup.

[Haines] Any deal should be done by now.

What are they doing in there, using the spa?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Gabby] Diane!

Diane, something awful has come to pass in the VIP latrine.

Well, how did that happen? You're the only one with a key!

[Gabby] I'm so sorry!

I've let you down.

Yeah, you have.

Show me the crime scene.

[dramatic music playing]

Which room is this man in?

-Is he a guest at the hotel? -He arrived about two o'clock.

I've been here since 11:00, I haven't seen him.

How do we get to the car park?

Quick?

[dramatic music playing]

Where the hell is John?

Oh, Christ on a bike.

[retching]

Oh.

I've identified the matter, and it's just soup.

I repeat, it is not vomit, it's just vegetable soup.

It won't open.

-Why is it shut? -What?

All right, stand back.

I'm gonna try and bash it in from this side, all right?

That seems like a bad idea.

One, two, three.

Never seen Del Boy falling through the hatch?

-I don't watch TV. -This is classic, everyone's seen this!

Watch, watch.

You should get back. You ready?

Stand back for safety, okay?

[laughing]

Look at Trigger's face! He dunno what's happened!

[Diane] No, no, no, no.

[grunting] Ooh!

[coughs]

-You okay? -[Diane] Yeah.

You've landed on top of the door.

[Diane] Yeah, I know.

[crowd laughing on phone]

No?

[Trigger] Ain't you gonna try for them birds?

-[Del Boy] Nah, no-- -Oh, I told you

he was gonna fall before you saw it. I ruined the punchline.

My fault.

-David Jason would be furious. -[sighs]

Where's Halloran?

John?

This is nice, isn't it?

Stuff for the kiddies and everything.

You're on! Let's go!

I can't.

We're all depending on you.

I'll have to let you down then, won't I?

I might get-- I might get a toffee apple. Do you fancy one?

No, thanks.

Look, we all make mistakes, but this is our chance

to fix them and then we can go back to our lives.

I-- I don't think I have a life, Myrns.

Aye, three months ago I had a life, you know, I had a job,

I had a little bit of money, a little bit of respect.

Now I'm a drug dealer who smokes crack.

I've just failed, Myrns.

Dad was right, you know. I'm a failure.

You're not a failure.

-Oh. -[Myrna] I'll tell you what you are.

You're a self-pitying little bitch.

Mmm?

You are a middle-aged white man

with all the privilege in the world.

Your dad bullied you, so you're scared to show weakness or ask anyone for help,

which means when the shit hits the fan, you implode.

So, here you are, sitting in the gents',

having a panic attack,

instead of sucking it up, taking responsibility

and doing your bloody part to help us sort this mess out.

[Diane] Okay, one more time.

[grunts]

[coughs]

[groaning]

That looked like hard work.

It's mainly soup, people.

The only vomit is my own.

[Greg] Are you sure you don't fancy a toffee apple?

-[The Dean] No. -[Greg] Smart.

I mean, it looks like fruit, but it's all sugar, innit, really?

And that stuff's like crack.

-You should sell these. -[sighs] This is a joke. I'm out of here.

[John] You. Come with me round the back.

Shall we do some business?

[suspenseful music playing]

Eh?

When it's cut, you'll be dealing for months on this load alone.

So, decision time. You in, you out?

No, no, hand it to High Pockets.

Yeah.

[The Dean] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm not driving up to London with product in my car.

[John] Well then, who is?

[The Dean] You are.

No, no, no. I've done my part.

Listen, I never handle product.

Unless you deliver that to me, I'll take my money back.

Back away from the van and put your hands in the air!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa! -Back the fuck up!

Whoa, wait! What the fuck is going on?

All we want is our money. Where is it?

Where is it?

[Ben] Look, we've got no beef with you.

But if you move, we will shoot you too.

Put the gun down. Let's talk.

Fuck you, Ralph!

You shouldn't have kept us out of our own fucking deal!

[Frank] You know who you're fucking with?

I'm Ralph Rostelli out of New York!

And I'm Rani Rekowski, out of Bristol.

[suspenseful music playing]

The deal is off.

The deal is done.

No money, no product.

[sighs]

This is your mess.

I want that product in London by 7:00 today,

or I'll find you and I'll hurt you.

I don't give a fuck if you're Ralph Rostelli out of New York.

[car door opens]

[car turning over]

[car engine revving]

Yeah, I need a fix on a grey Maserati Saloon

heading north out of Bristol towards London.

Yankee, whiskey, 20, Oscar, Juliette, Romeo.

[dramatic music playing]

[Gabby] Charity car wash, donate!

[The Dean] Thank you.

Handsome car for a dreamy man.

How about a donation for my bucket?

Yeah, sure, absolutely. There you go.

-Thank you. -Thank you, bye.

-Buh-bye. Take care. -Bye.

[Lord Mayor] Now, to accept the key,

the new custodian.

A woman who's selflessly devoted her life to the community

she loves so deeply through her organization,

the Bristol Justice Collective, Myrna Okeke.

[cheers and applause]

Well done.

[Myrna] This community centre stands now as a beacon of hope and rejuvenation,

helping families, local kids, people with addiction issues.

But when we first started, it was old

and decrepit and out of date, a bit like me.

The same way that this place needed updating, I do too.

Which is why...

I have decided to resign from the Bristol Justice Collective,

and hand this key to someone who will bring youth

and imagination

and integrity to the organization.

Claire, if you'd like to come up here.

[applause]

[dramatic music playing]

[siren wailing]

Hey, boss.

What the fuck is this?

[siren wailing]

I hereby declare Faircrest Hill Community Centre open!

[cheers and applause]

Please open the boot, sir.

Is there a problem, officer?

I need you to open the boot, sir.

[cheers and applause]

[groans]

[crowd applauding]

[radio beeping]

The Met have been after a London drug dealer known as The Dean for years,

but could never pin anything on him.

Yet I've just arrested him with ten kilos of cocaine in his boot.

How did I do that?

[upbeat music playing]

I give up. How did you?

This is ten kilos of pure,

uncut cocaine.

Was it good cocaine?

[Greg] Why would I give drugs to a drug dealer?

I mean, I don't wanna tell you your job,

but I think traditionally drug dealers give you drugs in exchange for money.

Isn't that the usual business model?

-Back the fuck up! -Whoa, whoa!

All we want is our money. Where is it?

[Frank] You know who you're fucking with?

I'm Ralf Rostelli out of New York!

And I'm Rani Rekowski, out of Bristol.

-[Malaki] Who is he? -[The Dean] Who's who?

-The American. -What American?

-No money, no product. -The deal is done.

I think you put the cocaine in his car.

Where am I?

How would you even go about planting drugs in a man's car?

[upbeat music playing]

What kind of car was it?

It's just that I've put cocaine in so many cars over the years,

they all just merge into one.

[Gabby] Charity car wash, donate!

When are we supposed to have done this?

I've been at the community centre all day.

[Gabby] Handsome car for a dreamy man.

How about a donation for my bucket?

-I've been at the... -...community centre...

-...all day. -All day.

[Haines] I suppose you've been at the community centre all day.

Is that where I am?

-All day I've been at-- -[Haines] Don't tell me.

The community centre?

You are a good detective.

You never let them out of your sight?

-No, Ma'am. -There was no instance

where you were otherwise occupied?

No, Ma'am.

You're saying, under caution, that you've had no dealings

with a drug dealer known as The Dean?

I'm saying that if I were a clever

and ambitious policewoman who just caught

a major criminal that the Met Police have been chasing for years,

I wouldn't question how it happened. I'd take the win.

["Chain Gang" by Sam Cooke playing]

♪ Don't you know that's the sound of the men ♪

♪ They're working on the chain gang ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, that's the sound of the men ♪

♪ They're working on the chain gang ♪

♪ All day long they're singin' ♪

♪ Hooh! ♪

♪ Aah! ♪

♪ Hooh! ♪

♪ Aah! ♪

♪ Hooh! ♪

♪ Aah! ♪

♪ Don't you know the sound of the men ♪

♪ They're working on the chain gang ♪

♪ Can't ya hear them, they're out there working ♪

♪ They're working on the chain gang ♪

[mellow music playing]

[Ruth] Are you alright?

[John] I need help, Ruth.

[door closes]

How'd it go?

It worked.

-And you're safe? -Are you okay?

I'm glad.

Now I want you to leave.

-Huh? -I'm not mad, okay?

No, I'm past that. It's just you can't live here anymore,

you're too dangerous.

There's no more danger.

You say that, but it will happen again, it always does.

I'm trying to be a better person, Margie, I really am.

I know I've said that before many times, and I was handing you a line,

but this time I'm serious.

I wanna be here.

I love you. I love my grandkids.

And we love you, and that's why I would like you to go.

I don't-- I don't follow.

Well, in a month's time, in a year's time,

you are gonna do something to hurt us.

You're gonna wind up back inside or let us down some other way,

and you are gonna break my kids' hearts.

I promise I won't.

[Margaret] You won't be doing it intentionally.

It's not your fault, Frank, it's who you are.

Fucking up is in your DNA, and when you do that,

you cause a lot of pain, so I need you to leave.

You say you don't wanna break your kids' hearts,

but the kids want me here.

Tom will hate you for sending me away.

-He will hate you! -[Margaret] Probably.

But I would rather that he was just a bit sad now than devastated later.

[Margaret sniffs]

[dramatic music playing]

Here's your cut.

And, um, here's the line.

It's a good chunk of change you've got there.

Enough to help you start again.

What you gonna do?

Ben and I are gonna move to Weston-super-Mare.

Gonna open a food place down there.

Is that you, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, good luck.

You too.

[scoffs]

[dramatic music playing]

You know you're welcome to see your grandchildren whenever you want,

but just so you know...

We've spoken to a lawyer.

And we're suing you for wrongful dismissal,

breach of contract, and workplace bullying.

And we are gonna take you for every penny you have.

But don't take it personal Dad, okay?

It's just business.

[crowd applauding]

[upbeat music playing]

I, Diane Pemberley, do solemnly swear

to serve Her Majesty the Queen

in the role of police community support officer.

[applause]

[upbeat music playing]

Sir, I've been working here for 11 years,

so either you make me a partner,

or I walk out that door and I ain't coming back.

Why did you do that?

You can't jump out of a plane without jumping out of a plane.

What's that mean?

Goodbye, Spencer.

Excuse me.

I'm middle-aged, divorced, and unemployed.

But I think you're terrific and I wondered if you'd like

to grab a bite to eat sometime.

Well, I could eat now.

[Greg] Then shall we?

So, how long have you been divorced?

-About 18 months. -Oh, me, three years.

Really? My wife said that living with me was like being trapped down a well.

[laughs]

My husband said that I'm as boring as a Russian novel.

[laughs] Really?

[soft mellow music]

[door opens and closes]

[Tom] What happened? Why are you leaving?

Did you and Mum have an argument?

-Is she making you leave? -No.

Your mum begged me to stay.

You said you wouldn't abandon us.

You promised.

[Frank] You can't trust what I say, kid.

I'm no good.

[soft rock music plays]

Hi. I'm Gabby.

[group] Hello Gabby.

I'm a drug addict, and an alcoholic...

and I have anger management issues.

So, I'm a real mess.

I realized I need help.

An hour ago I had a bag of cocaine

underneath my nose, but I flushed it down the toilet.

And I can't afford to keep doing that.

[laughs] I mean, people bang on about the cost of booze

and cigarettes, but the cost of cocaine is scandalous!

Do you know how much a rock costs?

Course you do.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft rock music playing]

[man over PA] Refreshments and light snacks are available

at the rear of the train.

Do you want a sandwich or something?

No, I'm good.

Could I have a ham and cheese sandwich, please?

Toasted?

Um, no, thank you.

Any ketchup or mayonnaise?

Um, mustard, please?

No mustard.

Ketchup or mayonnaise?

[soft brooding music plays]

[machine beeps]

[woman] £2.80.

[machine beeping]

["Knocked Up" by Kings of Leon playing]

♪ People call us renegades ♪

♪ Cause we like living crazy ♪

♪ We like taking on the town ♪

♪ Cause people's getting lazy ♪

[woman] You can't park here unless you have a disability.

I do, my girlfriend's a crippling bore.

-Oh, charming! -[man] What is that, just make-up?

[woman] Yes.

[man] Oi! Stop!

♪ But I love her like no other ♪

♪ And her daddy say he don't know ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ I'm a ghost and I don't think if I know ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ People call us renegades ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh ♪

♪ We like taking on this town ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh ♪

♪ And her daddy say he don't know ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ I'm a ghost and I don't think I quite know ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪

♪ Where we're gonna go ♪