All language subtitles for Blue.Lights.S02E01.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]-en

[ Radio beeps ]

Grace: Uniform from
Sierra two Alpha,

we're on Lindsays Mill

heading back towards
the main line, over.

Control:
Roger that, Sierra two Alpha.

Oh, shit.

Barricade.

-[ Radio beeps ]
-Uniform from Sierra two Alpha,

Lindsays Mill is blocked, over.

Barney: Sierra two Alpha
from uniform received.

Stand by, over.

Stand by? What for?

-Stevie: Shit!
-Uniform from Sierra two Alpha,

we have people gathering
around us, over!

Eyes on, left and right!
Left and right!

-There's more!
-[ Indistinct shouting ]

Barney: Sierra two Alpha
from uniform,

extract immediately, over.

Roger that.
Roger that.

-[ Shouting continues ]
-Bollocks!

Uniform from Sierra two Alpha,
we can't extract.

There's a crowd around us, over.

Look left.
Petrol bomb!

[ Shouting continues ]

Uniform, we have
petrol bombs incoming, over.

We need backup, over!

We need backup, over!

Barney: All call signs
committed, Sierra two Alpha.

Wait out.

Grace: Wait out?
Wait out? What for?

[ Shouting continues ]

Annie! Annie!

Yes.

There's more petrol bombs
on the right!

On the right!

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Engine sputtering ]

Stevie: The engine's gone.
The engine's --

The engine's gone.

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Banging ]

Fuck.

[ Air horn blows ]

Oh, fuck!

EndEx!

Stevie: Oh, shit.

That's one of the worst public
order training performances

that I have ever seen.

What did you do wrong?

We left the main line.

Oh, so now they get it.
Wisdom from beyond the grave.

Well, we were told
there was a casualty down there.

It doesn't matter.

You never get separated
from the other units ever.

[ Drone buzzing ]

Hello! Hiya.

Come on, wave to the angels.

If this was real life,
you'd be joining them.

Hello! Everybody's dead!

Barney:
EndEx confirmed, over.

Oops.

Bill Clinton: Everyone in life
at some point has to decide

what kind of person
he or she is going to be.

Will you be someone
who defines yourself

in terms of who you aren’t
or who you are?

The time has come
for the peacemaker.

Ian Paisley: Politicians!
They don’t know anything

about the faith...

that makes Ulster tick.

They don’t know anything about
the real, deep conviction!

There are men in Ulster
who will die.

Grace: Oh, dear.

Alright, sir?

I've the wee shop
across the way there.

Okay. Do you know him?

Only his nickname.
Soupy.

-Look, Stevie.
-Stevie: Stop, Grace.

There's a syringe.
I've got the gloves.

He's gone.

-[ Radio beeps ]
-Uniform from 7-2.

We've got a suspected overdose
on Talbot Road.

One male. Deceased.

Can you, erm -- Can you task
an ambulance, please, Barney?

Barney: Roger that, 7-2.

Did you talk to him much?

Brought him a wee cup
of coffee every day.

He's a nice lad.

Was.

This too shall pass.

Sorry?

That's what he used to say
every time we talked.

"This too shall pass."
He said he was in the army once.

That's what they used to say
when things got bad.

You know, youse have a lot
to answer for.

Excuse me?

What in the name of God
are youse doing all day?

I mean, look at this place.
It's chaos.

Well, sir,
we're doing the best we can.

Ah. Right. Aye.

Stevie: Sir, if you wanna
give us a wee minute.

We'll er, come
and take a statement off you

when we're done, okay?

Aye. Right.

If it's not too much hassle.

Well, he's not wrong, is he?

[ Johnny Cash's "Just the Other
Side of Nowhere" plays ]

[ Siren wailing ]

I actually think his
later stuff was his best.

"American Recordings."

It's like he knows he's
at the end of his life

and all he's got left is...

is that voice, you know?

Would you ever shut up
about Johnny fucking Cash?

-
-Eeeeeet.

Barney: Uniform. Uniform.
To any free call signs,

we have a disturbance
at Moylan's Pharmacy,

Spire Street, over.

7-6 responding, over.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

-Give it to me!
-Sir, sir!

She won't fucking give it to me!

Step back!
Step back now.

What's going on here?

His prescription hasn't arrived.
There's nothing I can do.

Prescription for what?

Methadone.

How old are you?

None of your business.

Let's make it our business.

PAPA check?

[ Indistinct talking ]

Are you okay?
Did he assault you?

No. That's what I put
these screens up for.

These last six months is
just desperate people

screaming at me.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

[ Indistinct talking
over radio ]

Look. We can get rid of him
for you.

Tell him to go somewhere else
from now on.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

[ Lock clicks ]

Eamonn McSweeney.
Drugs and Theft.

He just turned 18.

Right.

Okay.

Go.

You can go,
but don't come back, okay?

Bastards!

Annie: All the best!

What's wrong with you?

Tommy: Nothing.

Annie: Here.
Do you know what you need?

Huh?

You need a ride.

What?

Who was that girl that you
were messaging a while back

from the training course?

The one from Derry,
what's her name?

Aisling.

Annie: What happened there?

Nothing.

Nothing as in you went on
a date, nothing happened?

-Like what?
-Nothing as in...nothing.

-You should ring her.
-I can't ring her, Annie.

Why not?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll text her
or something.

-Oh, weak.
-Weak?

Weak.
Texting weak, calling strong.

Everybody knows that.

-Really?
-Annie: Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How do you know I'm not, anyway?

-What?
-You know.

Like ridin'?

Believe me, mate.

It's obvious.

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

Nicola: Yeah!

-Inspector.
-Ma'am.

How was
the public order training?

Good. Thanks.

Nicola:
You remember Murray Canning?

He was CID at Blackthorn
until six months ago.

-Of course. Murray.
-Inspector.

DS Canning is now with the
paramilitary crime task force.

Those are the latest
crime stats for the district.

Out tomorrow.

Helen: Right.

Not pretty.

No.

What's going on, Helen?

You know, I lost another
response officer last week.

That's the third this year.

He left to become
a lorry driver.

Apparently the money is better.

I'm not interested in excuses,
Inspector.

It's not an excuse, ma'am.
It's a fact.

Fewer cops, more crime.

Which is why you're getting
a new response officer today.

Constable Shane Bradley.
Transfer.

DS Canning personally
recommended him.

Helen: Is that right?

So why are the PCTF
interested in crime stats?

I didn't think that was
your thing.

The drugs supply
to the city centre's

increased exponentially,
over the last year.

That's the main reason
for the rise

in street crime and overdoses.

If we can work out
where the supply is coming from,

we can cut it off and put
a serious dent in those numbers.

From now on, DS Canning
will be working closely

with your section.

In what way?

In whatever way he sees fit.

[ Telephone ringing,
copier whirring ]

[ Knock on door ]

Jen.

Do you wanna close the door?

Oh, yeah.

John: How are you?

Jen: Err, yeah, good.
Thanks.

So, you're coming to the
end of your training contract.

I've been going over the work
you've been doing for us

over the last several months,
and that of the other trainees.

Now, Jen, as you know,
we can only keep on one of you.

I mean, this has been an
incredibly difficult decision.

All three of you
will make fantastic solicitors,

I'm convinced of that.

And I genuinely wish
we had room here for you all.

But we don't.

We only have room for you.

What?

Welcome to McAleer and Hamilton.

[ Both chuckle ]

Thanks.

Now, the partners
would like to take you to lunch.

-Today?
-John: Mm-hmm.

-Erm, I-I can't.
-You can't?

I've promised to meet someone.
I'm --

Oh. Okay. Another time.

Yeah.

Erm...

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Shit. Sorry!

Sorry.

Okay.

You alright?

Yeah, err, err, I just --

You what?

Nah, it doesn't matter.

Okay. Come on, come on.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Alright, alright, come on!
Come on, come on.

Let's get started.

Alright. Thank you.
Thank you.

So, most of you will
already know DS Murray Canning

from the Paramilitary
Crime Task Force.

He would like a word.

Thank you, Sergeant Cliff.

Alright.

Crime stats in the city centre
are off the charts.

What's your take
on what's going on out there?

Anyone?

Ah, it's chaos.

Street crime, robberies,
drugs seizures, overdoses.

Take your pick.

And gold star.

Now, a year ago, we closed down
the McIntyre crime group.

Now as you can see here,
for about three months,

we saw a decline
in drugs seizures

and a corresponding drop
in street crime.

Then this.

Looks like someone's
taken over the supply

and turned up the volume.

Now, you all know these two?

Jim Dixon and Davy Hamill?
from the Mount Eden estate.

Now, what do we know about them?

They're loyalist gang leaders?

Canning: Yeah, that's right.
Big rivals.

Now, our current intel suggests

that either one or both of these
two individuals is behind this.

Here are some
of their associates.

Again, they should be known
to you.

You see them on the move,
you come to us.

You hear anything about them
or their operations,

anything at all, you come to me.

I need you to be
our eyes and ears

on the ground out there, okay?

[ Scoffs ]

Everything alright, Constable?

Yeah. Super.

Alright, everyone,
this is Constable Shane Bradley.

He's transferred here.

Now, he is our first replacement
in a year,

so please don't break him.

[ Light laughter ]

Er, Tommy, DS Canning wants
a word with you upstairs.

Constable Bradley, you're 7-4
with Constable Conlon.

Okay. Alright.
Sharp eyes save lives.

Murray fucking Canning.

If he was a chocolate bar,
he'd eat himself.

-Annie.
Shane: Shane.

Sorry about walking in on you.

Oh, that's alright.
At least I had my trousers on.

True.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, Annie,
give him the tour, yeah?

Oh. The tour.
Sounds like fun.

Always fuckin' late.

Right. Here goes.

Alright, Tina.

Who's he?

Dixon: He's alright.

Well?

We can do more the next time.
Twice as much.

You're getting too big
for your boots, Dixie.

Dixon: Ach, no, Tina.

There's a bit of room
in my boots yet.

Just let them know,
we can do it.

-What?
-Just tell them.

The Dubliners.

You wanna watch
your fuckin' mouth, Dixie.

You don't give me orders.

Ever.

One word from me and the
Dubliners just cut you loose.

Apologise.

Come on, Tina.
I was only messin'.

Apologise.

I'm sorry, Tina.

I'll pass on the message.

Now, yeah,
keep the fuckin' noise down.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Tyres screech ]

[ Vehicle door opens ]

Someday that bitch is gonna
get what's coming to her.

Lee: Where are you livin' at
these days, Dixie?

What's it to do with you?

Lee: Just wondering
where to drop you off, mate.

Right. Aye.
It's 12 Glendale Road.

[ Engine starts ]

So, what exactly is he gonna do,
Canning?

I have no idea.
He's taken an office upstairs.

Top security access.

-Oh, God.
-Helen: I know.

And this new constable,
Shane Bradley,

he was hand-picked by Canning?

Yeah, seems that way.

Apparently Canning's got
his eye on him for intelligence.

So it looks like
our new replacement

might be just passing through
on his way to somewhere else.

Yeah, erm, speaking of which...

Oh, no, Sandra.

Look, Helen,

I stayed because I knew
if I went back to London,

I'd be the only person there
who really remembered him.

No-one would talk about him.

Or remind me
of his stupid jokes.

Ever.

But apart from that,
what have I got here?

Nothing.

I've got nothing, Helen.

Okay.

I wish it wasn't that way.

You're already the best skipper
this section's ever had.

Except for you.

Well...

Including me.

Okay.

Write the letter.
And we'll start the process.

Thanks.

[ Beep ]

Canning: I'm trying to get
my head around this place.

Doing some homework.

So tell me, Constable Foster,
what are you playing at?

Sorry?

Your arrest reports are
twice as long as anybody else's.

You're feeding reports up
the line at least once a week,

unasked for.

Talking about patterns in the
dealing and seizure spreads,

patterns that stand up.

But you dropped out
of the fast-track programme.

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing ]

Why?

Look, Gerry Cliff was
a great peeler, no doubt.

But do you really think this is
what he would've wanted for you?

Yeah, I do.

Change into your civvies.
We're going for a drive.

-Huh?
-Dump the uniform.

I'm gonna show you
how this district really works.

Come on!

Dixie. Dixie.

Dixon: What?

£14.50, man.

Aye. Right.

By the way, Lee...

I'll be round your place
later on the night.

Make sure you have
everything ready for me.

Right?

Looking forward to it, actually.

Always like seeing
that wee sister of yours.

[ Engine starts ]

Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Happy:
How's you today, love?

Woman: Okay.
Thanks, Happy.

-Happy: Enjoy.
-Woman: Cheers.

Hey, John.
Two Johnnies today.

[ Laughs ]

Brilliant.
Well, my man. How are you?

All good.

Just like my momma used to
tell me she made it, too.

Well?

I got it!

Yes!

Brilliant. Well done.

Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You know, Gerry would be proud
of you for doing this.

I had to do something.
Or else...

I get to meet people here.

Talk to them.

Keeps my mind off things.

Better than
getting arrested, eh?

[ Laughs ]

Happy:
They're gonna close it soon.

They're closing down
a soup kitchen?

What? Why?

They get a grant
from the government.

No money left, apparently.

Cutbacks.

How are you?

Good days and bad days.
You know?

Yeah.

I know.

Keep thinking if I hadn't have
met you in the street that day,

if I hadn't have mentioned
those bloody number plates.

If I hadn't been out
on patrol with him?

If I hadn't --

Sure, it'd drive you mad.

It does.

I get people hurt, Jen.

Happy, stop it.

I do, Jen.
I get people hurt.

My daddy.
My brother.

Then all them years later...

Gerry.

The bomb that night in 1978.

It was my idea to go for chips.

I said to my daddy,
"It's Friday.

can we go for chips?"

It was my idea.

One to avoid.

Did they ever convict anyone
for the bomb?

Looked into it a few years back.

Made a report.

What kind of report?

Into unsolved cases.

Nothing ever came of it.

Nobody would talk.

That's the thing
about this place, Jen.

Even after all these years,

people think
the truth is dangerous.

Maybe they're right.

[ Children playing ]

[ Car alarm wailing
in distance ]

Henry! Henry! Look.
What's happening?

Look.

Grace:
You sure this is the place?

Stevie: This is the address
in his wallet, yeah.

You alright?

Stevie: Hello.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Can I help you?

How you doing?

[ Door closes ]

Hello.

We're -- We're here about
someone called Ian Campbell.

-Do you know him?
-Yeah.

Why?

Stevie:
Can I ask your names, please?

Lee Thompson.
My sister, Margaret.

Mags.

Stevie: And this is your place?
Lee: Yeah.

Stevie: Can I ask your
relationship to Mr. Campbell?

We're friends.

And his address is here?

Soupy lives here.

Upstairs in the flat.

He did.

What's wrong?
Is he alright?

2012.

Lashkar Gah.

That's him there.

That's me.

He wasn't wearing
that scarf, was he?

Erm, yeah, yeah, I think he was.

[ Chuckles ]

He never had it off him.

Do you think we could get it?

Well, I can definitely ask.

Tell me this,
did youse know each other

before youse joined
the military?

No.
Both from Belfast like.

But, err, we --
we only met over there.

And he had no family?

Grew up in care.

-What, in Belfast?
-Lee: Hmm.

We were all he had.

So, erm, what happened?

That happened.

What was it? Heroin?

He was on and off the skag
for years.

A couple of weeks ago
I caught him shooting up

in the toilet of the bar.

Told him to get out.
Threw him out on the street.

Jesus.

So, where you from then?

Err, The Glens of Antrim.

Ah. Lovely part of the world.

Yeah.

Still living there?

No.

Barney: Uniform. Uniform.

7-4, we have reports
of a disturbance

at 7 Flax Avenue, over.

Yep. Frequent flyer.
Violence.

7-4 responding, over.

[ Siren wailing ]

Show time.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mags:
So, what happens now?

Well, assuming
the coroner signs it off,

there'll be a cremation,

unless, that is, you want
to arrange a church burial.

He wasn't much of a God man.

We'll give him a send-off here.

Okay. Well, then...

Well, if you give me
a call tomorrow,

then we can arrange that.

Again, I'm sorry.

[ Vehicle doors close ]

[ Engine starts ]

-Fuck's sake!
-What?

I thought they were here
for you!

Me?
Don't worry about that.

He died from drugs.
Lee.

He died because of heroin, Mags.

Not a ten-spot of weed.

We should have been there
for him.

We were.

He made his choices.

Jesus, Lee.
Really?

Everybody gets
what they want, Mags.

In the end.

For God's sake.

-Brendan: Fuck!
-[ Clattering ]

Bastard!

[ Clattering ]

-Shane: Hello? Police.
-[ Brendan grunts ]

-Annie: Hello? Police.
-[ Brendan grunts ]

Hello.

[ Clattering ]

Brendan: Fucking -- Argh!

[ Clattering ]

[ Muttering ]

Shane: Sir?

Sir.

[ Breathing heavily ]

-Get out of my house!
-Easy.

-Brendan: Get to fuck!
-Shane: It's alright.

-Go!
-What's wrong?

Brendan: Go!

Leave.

Leave me alone.

Get out!

Do you want one of these?
Hmm?

What's your name?

Brendan.

Alright, Brendan.

I'm Shane.

This is Annie.

Why don't you take one of these
and tell me what's wrong?

That's a disgrace, mate.

I know. I don't even know
when they can see me.

Uniform, uniform,
Bravo Lima 7-4.

Err, that disturbance
has been resolved.

We'll be back on the road
in about 10, over.

Barney:
Roger that, 7-4. Over.

I called his brother.

He's gonna come over
and sit with him.

What was it?

He says he's been waiting
over seven months

for a mental health assessment.

Fuck's sake.

Like, is everything just fucked?

I'm still working okay.

I'm gonna go back in
and sit with him

until his brother comes.

You can join us if you like?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Alright, big man?

Ah. Funny thing is, Brendan,
I don't even smoke.

I just carry a packet around

so I don't get the shite kicked
out of me by big lads like you.

Sympathy fags, really?

You haven't heard that before?

Always carry sympathy fags.

Very good for your health.

Right.
[ Chuckles ]

Canning: Hamill and Dixon
hate each other.

Between them they control
everything around here.

Drugs, loan sharking, extortion.

Yeah. But there's never
enough evidence to arrest them.

Exactly. Smart.
They keep their hands clean.

That's where I come in.

You?

Intelligence policing.

The more I know about them,
the more I can contain them.

Contain them?
How?

If they know I'm watching,
they're boxed in.

They're not boxed in now,
though, are they?

They're doing whatever
they want.

Yeah. That's 'cause I haven't
had the resources

to be up in their faces
all the time.

And that is where you come in.

What do you mean?

Shane Bradley, the new guy?

Knows the score.
Not your average grunt.

Neither are you.

You two are going to be
my eyes and ears around here.

Like a couple of fuckin'
human drones, yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

Cheer up.
This is the good stuff.

Okay, here we go.

[ Siren wailing ]

Dixon: Fucking peelers.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Murray.
-Dixie.

-How's tricks?
-Dixon: Very best.

Is there a reason
you're stopping me here?

I'm just saying hello, mate.

So here, tell me this,

why are you making life
so difficult for yourself?

-What are you talking about?
-You're crossing the line, mate.

-Is that right?
-Hmm.

You and I both know
the city centre's a mess.

The brass, in their wisdom,
have put me onto it.

Want me all over your shite.

It's the last thing
either of us wants.

Fuck all to do with me, mate.

Who is it then?
Wee Davy?

I'm just telling you,
it's not me.

Now, like I said, is there a
reason you're stopping me here?

Or can I go?

'Course you can, mate.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You told him we
were investigating him?

Yeah.

Like I said, containment.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Keys clacking ]

[ Mobile ringing ]

-Hi.
-Nicola: I got your message.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Nicola:
If ever I need a solicitor,

I'll know who to call.

Well...

that'll be a conflict
of interest.

Yeah.
I suppose it would.

Do you know, perhaps
you've finally found your niche.

You were always good
at the more...

academic side of things.

Well, we're all different.

Nicola: We are.

Well done, Jen.
Come for dinner soon.

'Course I didn't have any help.

I'll show you.

[ Both laugh ]

Go on, then.

Hmm.

Mmm.

There's something to be said
about the humble fifteen.

Yeah?

And this is a good one.

It's good?

What, it's not great?

Well, it just needs a
little bit less condensed milk.

Oh, piss off.

I followed the recipe
to the letter.

Exactly.

Well, fine.

How's Cal getting on
in Manchester?

He loves it, yeah.

He's fine.

Oh, man.
That poor lad.

Stevie: Who?

The dead body we just found.

Oh, yeah.

-Grace: Ian Campbell.
-I know.

Grace: Soups.

Well, I mean, he grew up
in care, didn't he, so...

So?

Well, you know what I mean.

No.

No, I don't know what you mean.

Don't get all social worky
on me now.

-Social worky?
-[ Laughing ] Yes.

-Social worky.
-Yes.

What the hell does that --

You are such a dickhead.

I know, right?

[ Laughs ]

Barney: Uniform. Uniform.

7-2, we have
a panic button pressed

in Moylan's Pharmacy
in Spire Street, over.

Grace: 7-2 responding.

[ Siren wailing, engine starts ]

Barney: All call signs, we have
an ongoing serious incident

at Moylan's Pharmacy
on Spire Street.

All call signs, over!

Annie: Uniform from 7-4,

are you sure that's
not a duplicate in the system?

We were there earlier today.

Barney: No, the incident
is ongoing, 7-4.

-Shite.
-[ Siren wailing ]

7-4 responding, over.

[ Tyres screeching ]

Uniform 7-2, that's arrival.

Barney:
Roger that, 7-2.

You wanna make sure
the back entrance is secure?

What?
Well, aren't I supposed to --

Secure the back entrance, Grace.

[ Camera beeps ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

-[ Buzzer ]
-Hello?

Hello!

[ Door rattling ]

-Hello?
-[ Shutters closing ]

Fuck.

[ Door rattling ]

Fuck.

Barney, 7-2,
get me backup now!

I'm trapped in the main shop!

There's been somebody hurt
in the back!

Barney: Roger that, 7-2.

[ Siren wailing ]

Around the corner.

[ Tyres screech ]

Stevie: Grace. Grace,
there's somebody in there.

They've just locked
the shutters.

Don't go in. Do not go in!

Grace?
Grace, can you hear me?

-Grace, can you hear me?
-[ Radio shuts off ]

[ Squishing ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Grace shouts ]

Jeez, Grace!

[ Pounding on door ]

-Stay back!
-Grace.

Grace: Stay back!

Stay back!
Stay back!

Grace! Grace!
Your gun!

Grace, your gun!

Armed police!

You stop!
You stop!

Do it!
Fucking do it!

Put that down!

Fucking shoot me, you bitch!

Grace: You stay back!

Stay back!

Put it down!

I said put it down!

Annie: Shit. Shit.

Hello? Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Shane. Shane.
Open the shutters.

Open the shutters!
Paramedics!

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Shutters opening ]

Alright. Make sure
your notebooks are in order.

Annie, Tommy,

I need every detail from
that first call earlier today.

Everyone else, second-by-second
account of what happened.

Don't do it later.
Do it now.

Is she okay?

The pharmacist?
Yeah, she's stable.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Okay.

This is my fault.

Huh?

We let him walk this morning.

Annie...it wasn't
an arrestable offence.

Because I decided
it wasn't, though!

Grace:
Annie, don't be silly.

Look, we all do it.
We all do it all the time.

You weren't to know.

And I'm fine. I'm fine.
Okay?

Stevie: Are you okay?

Err, well, I almost shot
someone, so, no, not really.

Well, do you wanna
talk about it?

No, I don't.

Yeah, no, I do, actually, yeah.

Why did you send me
round the back?

Well, because I thought --

What?

You thought it would be safer.

Stevie, do you remember when --

Do you remember
when we talked about us

and I said we couldn't do
this job properly and do that?

Well, this is what I meant.

Oh, come on, Grace.

No, earlier today,

with that dead body,
you grabbed my hand.

There was a syringe.

Oh, come on.

Stevie, you know what I mean.

God, there's loads
of other examples.

You know,
you going in houses ahead of me,

even though I'm on obs.

You -- You stepping in
when it get physical.

It's happening all the time.

-Grace, all I'm trying to do --
-No.

No.

No, I don't need anyone
to protect me.

Alright? I never have.

Okay.

It won't happen again.

Right. Fine

[ Rain falling,
thunder rumbling ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Line ringing ]

[ Mobile ringing ]

-Hello?
-Hi, Aisling.

It's, err -- It's Tommy Foster.

Err, from training last year.

Err, I -- we were in the --
in the -- in the --

Good to hear from you,
Tommy Foster from Training.

How's things in Belfast?
Bit mad?

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. Bit mad.

What can I do for you?

Well, err...

it's not work related, as such.

Right.

I was just wondering if, like...

you know, and don't worry
if you're too busy

or you can't or...

I was just wondering
maybe if you --

you wanted to, like,
go out some time?

Or -- Or something.

Aye. Why not?

Okay, great.

Okay. Sure. Why don't you
send me through some dates

when you're off shift
and we'll get something sorted.

Tommy:
Yes, I will, I will.

Thanks.

Bye.

-[ Mobile beeps ]
-Whoo!

Yes!

Yes, Tommy, come on!

[ Chuckles ]

Did you just get asked out?

Yeah.

And he didn't text you first?

He just rang you?

Strong.

Strong.

[ Laughs ]

-
-[ Sighs ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Thanks, big lad.
You not having one yourself?

Wylie:
£500. It's all here.

What about your wee sideline?

[ Zipper opens ]

Ah.

Sit down.

You know, sooner or later
you're going to have to join us.

Officially like.

I've already been in one army.

Feels like enough.

Yeah.
I'm not a fan of freelancers.

Don't trust them.

And I've got the peelers
breathing down my neck here.

I need to know who I can rely on
if things get serious.

I'm just trying to keep
my head above the water, Dixie.

Keep the lights on
in this place.

That's all I want.

Well, see, that's the thing.

It's not about what you want.

You know?

Sorry to hear about
your wee friend.

He was always a bit
of a fuck-up, wasn't he?

-[ Chuckles ]
-[ Wylie laughs ]

-Tragic.
-[ Glass thuds ]

They talk a lot,
these druggies, don't they?

He didn't.

I hope not.

Come on.

See you next week.

See you later, Mags.

[ Door closes ]

You can't go on like this.

Paying him protection money
every week.

Why don't you just sell
this place to him?

You know he wants it.

This too shall pass.

-Will it, though?
-[ Engine starts ]

[ Vehicle departs ]

This too shall pass!

[ Knock on door ]

You good?

Okay.

Look.

If we do this,
there's no going back.

You know that.

I know.

I have had enough!

[ Keys jingle ]

Move or die.

[ Vocalising ]