Original subtitles

GINA: Did you know I was Gwyn Jenkins's daughter?

Gina.

GINA: I just want to understand what he was mixed up in.

LAYLA: If you've seen the files,

there's not a lot more I can add.

[ Speaking Welsh ]

Gina.

ELA: I'm a one-off.

[ Speaking Welsh ]

RAY: Yeah, we're gonna need to be careful.

I think someone might be onto us.

You're pretty good-looking. You could do a lot better.

Sam said you were a charmer.

Oh, I have my moments.

Get back against the wall now!

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Get back!

Get back against the wall now!

I said get back!

Get back against the bloody wall.

-Back off! -All right, all right.

I don't want any trouble.

SAM: Open the door.

ELA: Open it, or I'll cut you.

I'll unlock the door,

and you can leave, and I won't say a word.

-SAM: Give me the fucking keys! -All right, keep calm I said.

ELA: Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go!

-Keys! -Eh?

Keys!

Go.

Okay. You need us to come down?

All right, no worries. Cheers.

Don't be so stubborn.

-Fine. -Fine.

[ Both panting ]

-I'm knackered. -Come on.

-Oh, one minute. -Ela, come on.

Unless you want to give me a piggyback?

-[ Both chuckle ] -[ Sirens wailing ]

-Oh, shit. -Fuck.

-Okay. -Okay?

Go. Ela, come on.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Stop! Police!

[ Panting ]

-[ Whispering ] Get down! -Whoa. Easy. Easy.

I said get down on the floor.

-Listen to me. -Do it.

Keep calm. We can work this out.

I said get on the floor!

-Listen, now... -Get down!

You shouldn't have come after me.

You made a mistake.

I don't want to do this.

[ Crying ] Please, please, don't do this.

-Please. -I don't want to do this.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Oh, please, please, don't do this!

Please, don't do this!

Please!

[ Retches ]

[ Sobs ]

Chicken pakora? Samosas?

Good.

Gina, I need you to take a look at this.

The theft from the Naval Social Club.

Oh, well, Carl hasn't come in yet,

and I know there's some follow-ups

he wants us to pursue on the Stevie Rose case.

I'm sure D.I. Roberts can spare you for a couple of hours.

A witness has come forward this morning.

He was at the bar last night taking photos of the band.

When he heard about the robbery,

he thought we might like to review his pictures

to see if there are any likely suspects.

Isn't there anyone else who can do it, ma'am?

I'm asking you to do it, Gina. Let me know how you get on.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Oh! My stomach feels like my throat's been cut.

1,210, to be exact.

[ Laughs ]

-Twat. -[ Laughs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Hi, Ela. [ Speaking Welsh ]

Yeah.

None of your business.

[ Speaking Welsh ]

-Saying that... -[ Speaking Welsh ]

Oh, forget it.

GINA: Ela.

Well...

Guy gave me the creeps.

LUKE: All right?

Ela.

Luke.

Hello, Luke.

Yeah.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Gina. Well?

We tracked down customers from the photographs.

Two of them remember seeing a couple

acting strangely in the beer garden.

Descriptions?

Yeah, but they're very rough.

Talk to the manager again.

She said she didn't get a good look at their faces,

but you might have enough detail to trigger her memory.

Ma'am, I do need to get on with the Stevie Rose inquiry.

People are saying there's a crime wave.

I need this robbery solved quickly.

SAM: [ Whispering] Get down!

Get on the floor.

Jesus, please, don't do this.

[ Sobs] Please!

[ Inhaling deeply, exhaling ]

-[ Door opens ] -RAY: Hello.

Come back to snoop around again, have you?

It's nice to see you again too.

Thought you might want to meet Sam's mother.

Linda, this is...

I didn't catch your name the last time.

Ela.

Our Gina's told us a lot about you, Ela.

Nothing bad. Don't worry.

-Sam?! -RAY: I'll find him.

Let you two girls get acquainted.

[ Clears throat ]

Oh, I'm sure he leaves the washing up for me to do.

Why you looking so worried, Sam? We just popped in to say hello.

See your girlfriend's still hanging around.

Didn't think you had it in you.

SAM: Oh, there's a lot of things about me

that'd surprise you, Ray.

RAY: I do not doubt it.

SAM: Is that why you were 'round here yesterday?

Your mother asked me to keep an eye on you.

-You know how she worries. -Is that all?

Why else?

Don't know.

"Sam and Ela."

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah. Linda!

-Yeah? -"Sam and Ela"!

[ Laughs ] "Salmonella"!

Just hit me.

Ah. That's very good.

You make a lovely couple.

-GINA: Hi, Leanne. -LEANNE: Hiya.

I'm D.C. Jenkins. This is D.C. Lloyd.

Have you caught the bastards yet?

No, not yet.

But we've had a description of two individuals

we'd like to speak to.

A bald man, large build, with tattoos.

Does it ring any bells?

Oh, the bloke weren't big.

Needed feeding up if anything.

There was a young woman, petite, pretty.

Mouthy. Add that to your list.

Come again?

Are you sure they don't sound familiar?

Look, we have hundreds of people

coming through these doors every week.

I wish I could tell you more than I already have,

but it -- it were dark, and it happened so quick.

They were arguing in the beer garden.

-Oh, no, they weren't. -What do you mean?

The garden's been closed for two weeks.

There's a problem with the water main.

It's like a swamp out there.

I don't know where you're getting your information from,

but it's wrong.

ELA: Six weeks, off and on.

Depends.

He's all right when he's on his meds.

Do for now.

Drumroll, please.

-The big reveal. -Yeah!

Fuck off. Fuck off!

Hey!

Fucking pricks, the bunch of you.

You could fucking tell us.

Pricks.

Dickheads.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Man vocalizing ]

GINA: So?

Oi, sexy.

Was that meant for me or him?

-You're police, aren't you? -Yeah.

-I like a woman in uniform. -Do you?

Oh, I bet you've got a nice poster of a lollipop lady

above your bed, have you?

Tell you what, if you want a chance with a woman in uniform,

or any woman actually, you should show her some respect.

All right?

Nice ass.

GINA: Oh...

LUKE: Think you're fucking funny, do you?!

-Don't talk to her like that! -Luke!

-Do you understand that?! -Luke!

Do you fucking hear me?! Do you?!

Get off!

Gina.

You all right?

Go.

Okay, now piss off.

Ela?

[ Laughter ]

Ryan took pity on me.

Drink, Tom?

SAM: [ Speaking Welsh ] Honest.

Anything in a bottle, he's happy.

Yep.

Read my mind.

211.

What in hell's name were you playing at?

What were you thinking?

Luke knows he should've spoken up sooner.

He should've spoken up straightaway.

Why didn't you?

Well?

Or maybe you hadn't noticed we've spent the last three weeks

trying to catch a dangerous gunman.

I was ashamed.

How long have you been on this force?

Six, seven years?

You have a duty to report what happened.

There are people out there terrified by this idiot!

He's robbed, he's killed.

I wasn't thinking straight.

You weren't thinking, end of!

If you had spoken up

we might have been able to get eyes on him.

We might have been able to get him off the streets.

But instead we're still in the dark, still clueless,

and people are blaming us for failing!

What hope have we bloody got

when even our own officers won't come forward

when they come face to face with him?

Okay, Gina, um, take Luke home now, please.

There'll be a disciplinary over this.

Mark my words, this isn't finished, not by a long shot!

He's a good lad.

Not good enough.

And what exactly are you doing to find this gun, Carl?

I thought you were one of the capable ones.

We are doing everything that we can.

Oh, well, that's all right, then, isn't it?

So long as you're trying!

[ Breathing rapidly ]

[ Moans softly ]

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Carl!

Shh! Call an ambulance.

RYAN: [ Speaking Welsh ]

Really?

Right. [ Clears throat ]

Yeah, cool.

So tell me more about St. Lucia.

[ Sighs ]

[ Beeps ]

Very much in love.

Devoted, in fact.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Laughs ]

Cocky.

Same again?

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Knocking on door ]

Room service!

Twat.

Okay. Go.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Shit!

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Muffled screaming ]

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Sam!

Sam.

Sam.

[ Breathing heavily ]

SAM: Ela.

Ela!

Ela!

Ela.

Ela, stop!

You've got a gun!

You got a gun out and put it to his head,

and you wanted to shoot him!

[ Down-tempo music playing ]

[ Music stops ]

Hey, Marie.

Hiya.

Sorry.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Sorry.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Get rid of the gun.

Yeah.

Okay.

Please.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music stops ]

Are these mine?

Yes, ma'am.

They said your husband was coming.

If there's anything I've left, just -- just let me know.

It's all right. I don't intend to be away from work for long.

What did they say was wrong?

Stress. It was a warning to slow down.

Thank you. You acted decisively.

Well, you've been under a lot of pressure, ma'am.

When I was a P.C., we thought the chief spent his days

with his feet up on the desk.

Probably did.

I can tell you, it's far from the truth.

You know, Gina, you don't have to chase promotion

to be a good police officer.

What, is ambition a bad thing?

If it's driven by the wrong reason.

I've wanted to be a police officer

since I was a little girl.

Because of what happened to your dad?

We've all got a reason for wanting to join.

I didn't tell you everything the other day.

Yes, I was working the day your dad was shot.

It was me who was sent to break the news to your mum.

When I knocked at the door,

a little girl answered.

We did everything we could to find your dad's killer, Gina.

You must believe me when I say that.

Did you think...

Did you really think it was mistaken identity?

It was hard to believe

anyone would have benefited from his death.

Your dad was a small-town crook.

He was one of 20, 30 people running scams,

from Brenda, who was selling stolen cigarettes

from an ice cream van, to Douglas Rose.

My dad knew Douglas Rose?

Douglas was the sun around which everyone else revolved.

If he didn't know what was going on, it hadn't happened.

We looked for the connection between them

but came to a blank.

I'm sorry.

Truly.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knocking ]

RUBY: Mammy?

Mammy. Mam!

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Woman singing in Welsh ]

MAN: ♪ Somebody should have warned you ♪

♪ Never listen to performers ♪

♪ Each name on a bullet ♪

♪ And you can value everyone ♪

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]