All language subtitles for Blue.Lights.S02E03.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

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So, it looks like
this Dixon-Hamill rivalry

has now escalated
to a full-blown loyalist feud.

Lee: You heard somebody
went after Dixie this morning?

-Petrol bomb?
-So?

Feels like the start
of something.

-Something bad.
-There is one person, ma'am.

He knows the ground.

He's no longer
with the section though.

Then bring him back.
Immediately.

I need you to come back in.

Nicola Robinson will
never allow it.

-She already has.
-Aisling: You look different.

I, err, started to do
a wee bit of kickboxing.

-Kickboxing. Alright, Robocop.
-Stop where you are!

Police! Stop where you are!

Lee, they're right to be scared.

-Because it's real.
-What's real?

-Men with guns.
-We can change it.

-What?
-You just have to trust me.

You're done, Dixie,
dead man walking.

Any time, Davy!
Bring it on. Anytime, son.

Oh, you keep on slathering,
Dixie. You're all getting it.

Jen: I'm looking into an
incident,

that happened,
during the Troubles.

The Stuart's chip shop bombing?

Sorry. No.
We need to leave the past alone.

-So, do you fancy it?
-What?

Shane: A drink after work?

Nowhere is safe for you now.

Nowhere.

Close your eyes.
It's easier.

[ Silence gunshots ]

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-Morning.
-Morning.

[ Both laugh ]

-You okay?
-Yeah.

Aye. Grand.
Yeah.

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What?

We are idiots.

Very sexy idiots.

The fuck.

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Let's see.
Okay.

-Well.
-Yeah.

-Shane: Very nice.
-[ Both laugh ]

-Tequila.
-Okay. Love that one.

-You like that one?
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Great.

One for the road?

-No! Would you get away! No!
-Come on.

-You'll be fine.
-[ Footsteps, door opens ]

Shhhh.

-What?
-Shhh.

-What?
-[ Door closes ]

You can't let Grace see you.

-Huh?
-Like, no one allowed

to find out about this.

-Why not?
-Are you joking?

I'll go talk to her,
tell her to go to work.

You stay here.

-Just be quiet.
-Seriously?

Yes! Seriously shush!

Alright.
Whatever.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Oh, for God's sake.

Sorry.

I'll -- I'll tidy it up.

Sorry.

Did you bring
someone back last night?

Annie!

You know it's not safe to
invite random guys back home.

Hi. Err,
Jim Dixon was shot last night.

Canning wants to see me.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

Op's planning.
Inspector McNally.

Paul, I'm gonna need
more response officers here,

erm, for about seventy hours?

Doesn't matter
where they're from,

any district, any station.

Yeah, the boss has signed it
off on it.

Okay, yeah. Thanks.
Hey, okay.

So it's 12-hour shifts and
whatever overtime is necessary.

Well, that's still
not going to be enough.

Yeah, I've put in a request
for more boots on the ground.

Is anyone off
shift this morning?

Tommy's got the morning off.

-Can you call him in.
-Yeah, yeah.

[ Cellphone rings ]

No, I don't want the TSGs
anywhere near it.

Tell 'em to stand off nearby.

I don't know,
just not Mount Eden!

-Okay? Thank you.
-Yeah, I'll tell 'em.

-Murray, anything from MIT?
-No witnesses, no CCTV.

Looks like the gunman was
already in the house.

Double head shot.

Afterwards he even took out
the shell casings.

Not your average dickhead.

-And they've lifted Hamill?
-Yeah, first thing.

I'm interviewing him in thirty
minutes, MIT are sitting in.

-Any intel from Mount Eden?
-Yeah, I'm working on it.

You know they're gonna
be knocking on your door

for that any second.

Yeah, I know that.
Thanks.

Okay. Okay.

-Helen.
-Ma'am.

Sitrep?

MIT are forward basing
on the second floor,

we're pulling everyone
in on 12-hour shifts

to work the cordons
and manage VCPs,

erm, I've put in a request
for temporary transfer

of response officers from
districts, who can spare them.

TSGs are standing off nearby
in case of public order issues.

And we're advertising a
public meeting, on social media,

to help reassure the community.

I hope they're more reassured
than I am.

The chief's worried.

About reprisals.

About a public order event,

we don't have the numbers
to control.

We have to prevent
that at all costs.

Operation Bright Side.

Well, at least someone's got
a sense of humour.

You're silver command as of now.

I hope you packed your pyjamas.

It's not easy, is it?

-I need you to step up here.
-Yeah, sure.

I mean, I was the one
that brought you here.

I was told you were good
on the ground.

-A real prospect.
-I am, Sarge.

Yeah, the thing is, Shane,

right now,
we've a murder on our patch

and people are looking at me
for something solid

and I have fuck all.

And the one guy
I thought I could rely on

is standing in front of me,

sweating buckets,
stinking of drink.

I'm -- I'm fine alright.
Look, I won't let you down here.

I know you won't.

Because if you do, you can stay
here with your new friends.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-How are you?
-Yeah, really good.

Yeah.

It's all kicking off
up your way.

Yeah.

It's, err,
it's a loyalist feud.

-It's crazy.
-Sounds like it.

I've been working with
this guy, err, Murray Canning.

He's with the
Paramilitary Crime Task Force.

-It's interesting.
-Interesting?

Yeah.

I mean to see how the other side
of things work, you know?

I thought you were
a response man.

No, I mean, I am.

I was just...
I don't know.

-Not my cup of tea.
-No?

No. That shite always ends up
messy, you know?

So, what'll it be, Romeo?

Well, let me guess.
Scrambled eggs, no toast?

Actually. I think,
I'll have the large fry.

-Me too.
-I like a man you can influence.

Thanks.

[ Laughs ]

Jesus! Shane!

-Shane: What?
-We're in work!

-There's nobody here?
-I know. But just...

I don't know about you,
but my head is lifting here.

Have you any painkillers?

Err, guys just so you know,

we're gonna be on twelve hour
shifts and possibly overtime,

for the next few days.

I'm supposed to see
my mum tonight.

I'm sorry, Annie.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

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Hi, Sandra.

Sandra, I told you Inspector
Johnston was back in.

Yeah, you did.

I, uh...

don't know
if you got my letter.

I haven't read it.

Yeah, erm,
of course, it's, err...

Maybe we should...

Yeah.

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[ Birds chirping ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello.
-Sandra: Tommy.

Where are you?

I'm in the countryside.

You're in the countryside?
Alright, well, look.

Can I entice you back
to Gotham City asap, please?

We're all hands on deck here.

Yeah, sure.
Erm, I'm on my way.

Brilliant, thank you.

[ Laughs ]

You really need to get
out of Belfast more.

Listen, there's something
I wanted to run by you.

Your district has put
a call out for volunteers,

to help out in response.

Now, I know what
you're thinking.

You're thinking, oh shite.
She is a stalker.

But I swear it's not
because of you.

I just think it would be
really good experience,

and it's only for a few days.

100 percent.

-You think?
-Definitely.

I mean, I don't think
you'll be able for it like.

It's too much action
for a wee country girl.

[ Both laugh ]

Country girl?
I work in Derry, you slabber.

It makes Belfast
look like Surrey.

Yeah.
Well, we'll see.

Okay, well.

Well...

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-Grace: Heads.
-Stevie: Ah, shite.

Grace: Argh, got yer.

Stevie: God give me strength.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hello, sir,
we're making some enquiries

about a serious incident

that happened last night
in the area.

-No.
-Well, we were just wondering

-if we could possibly --
-No.

Heads.

-Argh.
-Yes!

Hello, we're just making
some enquiring about an incident

that happened last night.

We just wondered
if you'd heard anything

or you'd seen anything...

Oh, you can just feel
the love, can't you?

I wish people would stop
offering us cups of tea.

What's up with you?

-What's that?
-You seem a bit distracted.

Oh, God, it's just Annie.

You know living with her,
it's like living

with a bloody student.

Ah.

Remind me why I moved in
with her again?

-Because you're mad?
-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
that would be it.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Yes?
-Hello, we're just, err,

making some enquiries
about the serious incident

that happened in the area
last night.

And we just wondering
if you'd...

seen anything
or heard anything?

-I'm sorry, no.
-Okay.

We notice you have
a wee doorbell camera there.

There wouldn't be any chance
we could have a look at it,

would there?

I can't give you that, love.

-Why not?
-You know why not.

Well, is there anything on it?

I haven't looked.

Okay, erm, well,
say we came back here

with a warrant to seize it
against your will,

would it still be there?

Wouldn't be wiped, would it?

No, it wouldn't be wiped.

Okay. Thank you.

Uniform uniform seven two,
please advise MIT SIO

that it'll be worth
a while getting a warrant

for the doorbell camera
at 92 Cleary Street.

-Over.
-Barney: Will do, Stevie, over.

So, she'll give it to us,

as long as it looks
like she not given it to us?

Pretty much.

-Heads or tails?
-Heads.

Uniform Uniform seven two,

report of a suspicious death
at 38 Herondale Gardens, over.

Err, that's a negative,
seven two here,

we've been tasked door
to doors in Mount Eden.

You're reassigned, over.

Ooh, happy days.

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At ease, soldier.

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So, I understand you have
a proposition for us.

I want to take over.
The whole supply.

How?

I've got good people
around me.

Taxi business.
I can make it work.

You tell me this, Lee.

Who killed Dixie?

It wasn't me.

There's threats
against Jim Dixon,

all over your social media.

Last night, you attended
an illegal band parade

where police officers heard
you threatening to kill him.

He'd just had
my wee lad beaten up.

Yes, I threatened him.

But I had nothing
to do with this.

Where were you at the time
of the incident?

At my son's hospital bed.

I went there straight
after that parade.

Ask the hospital.

Did you order the killing
of Jim Dixon?

No, I did not.

And I have no fucking idea
who did.

Sorry, can
I just establish roles here?

Establish roles?

DS Kelly here is part
of the Major Investigation team.

So why are you interviewing
my client?

There's some crossover
in our enquiries.

Is that right?

-Fascinating.
-How so?

Well, I might speculate
that if, err, you're in here,

tryna gather intelligence
on what happened last night,

then you don't have much else
to go on.

And in terms of Mr. Hamill here,

you've absolutely nothing
at all.

Fogerty: The problem
with ye Nordies,

is that youse love chaos.

Did I ever tell you
about the last time I was here?

I was nearly shot meself.

Me cousin, Sully,
dead as doornails.

It's just messy, you know?

But it is profitable.

And that is why
my bosses don't wanna walk away.

Yet.

So, Tina here tells me,

that you're not part
of any organisation.

So how's that gonna work?

I'll pay my taxes.

Will you be in the frame
for this Dixon thing,

or anywhere near it?

You're gonna have to get
more cars.

More men.
Can you do that?

-Few weeks.
-Not in a few weeks.

Now.

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You pay that back double,
in a month.

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Where's the solicitor?

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Erm, excuse me.
I'm sorry.

I have to take this.

What now? Why?

What's changed?

Right, right.
Okay.

Yeah.
Yeah, see you there.

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Where are you going?

I can't represent you anymore.

-You what?
-I -- uh...

I have to recuse myself.
Sorry.

What?

[ Exhales sharply ]
What the hell?

Sweet Davy fucked.

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Well done, boss.
No turning back now.

No going back, mate.

Hello, sir.
Are you okay.

We're sorry to meet you
under these circumstances, sir.

What?

Did you call the police,
sir?

I don't know.
I don't -- don't think so.

Alright, well, erm...

Is there anyone else
in the house,

that might have called?

Anyone in trouble?

Eh, I'm sorry.

My husband's dead.

He just died.

Okay. Is he in the house?

Er, yes.
He's upstairs.

It was me.
I called the police.

Michael had stage
four lung cancer

and recently developed
boney metastasis.

-I'm sorry, what?
-It had spread to his bones.

Right, and err,
and you called us because?

He wasn't at that stage yet.

I changed a wound dressing
on him two days ago.

And, yes, he was in pain,
but he still had a month or two.

Okay, so you suspect that...?

Some of his pain medication
is missing.

A lot.
I called my practice.

They told me to call the police.

And you think
his husband has, err...

Chris, yes.
It can only have been him.

Michael couldn't have opened
the lock on the cupboard,

never mind the bottles.

Okay. Well, erm...

do you wanna show us
where the medicine cupboard is?

Err, yeah.
It's through here.

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Okay, so every thing east
of Spencer Road

is Dixon's territory,
or was.

Everything west of that
is Hamill's turf.

If it was me, I'd stick the VCPs
along, the main intersections.

Hopefully take the sting
out of any confrontations,

and maybe spot some players
going in either direction

looking for reprisals.

Okay. I hate these things.

Can't we just use
the ordinary patrol cars?

Jonty: Yeah.

I mean, look it's a balance
between going in ready

for trouble, and asking for it.

It's your call, Inspector.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

-A wee bit, yeah.
-Yeah.

-Okay.
-So, TSG's?

-Yeah.
-ARVs?

Christ. ARVs?
I mean...

Have them on standby, Helen.

Just in case.

Okay.

-Okay.
-Right.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

So, tell me this.

How do you feel
about public speaking?

Right, well, erm...

we'll calling it in
as a suspicious death.

Which means it will be dealt
with by our colleagues

in C.I.D, and, err,

and we'll stay here
until they come.

Do you need me to stay?

No, no, no, I've noted
everything you've said

and we'll take
a proper statement later.

So, err, if you've got
other appointments, you can go.

Right.

Grace, wait. Wait.

What?

Do we really need to do this?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, it's not exactly
a murder or manslaughter

were dealing with here,
it's just -- it's...

It's what?

Stevie, come on,
what else can we do?

Uniform uniform bravo lima
seven two, over.

Barney: Send, over.

Yeah, I'm just confirming
that suspicious death

at Herondale, Barney.

Can you task C.I.D?

Received over.

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Jen: I wasn't expecting
to hear from you again.

Mr. Graham.

I might have given you
a false impression.

I can't talk about anything
that happened back then.

Just want you to know why.

A group of us tried to sue
the government for compensation.

PTSD acquired in the course
of our duty

as RUC Special Branch Officers.

It was all about what we did.

Were asked to do.

And they threatened us
with prison.

They what?

They said we would be
in violation

of the Official Secrets Act.

And if we went any further,
we'd all end up in prison.

They said that?

Not on paper, no.

They just made it known that
that would be the next step.

The Stuarts chip shop bomb.

The files redacted by RG.
Was that you?

I'm sorry.

Are you not listening to a word
I'm saying?

Mr. Graham, Do you know
who carried out that bombing?

And why there were
no prosecutions?

I want you to leave right now.

You didn't invite me here
to ask me to leave.

You invited me because part
of you wants to talk to me.

You have no idea.

-About what?
-What I did.

About lying awake at night,

thinking I got blood
on my hands.

About taking human life.

Actually, I do.

Grace: Chris.

Look, we're gonna need you
to come with us to the station.

Chris: Why?

Well, because --

Hang on one second, Grace.

Chris, Nurse Kyle thinks you
may have given Michael

some morphine to help him die.

What?

We'll do everything we can
to get you back here to Michael

-but you have to come --
-No.

-Chris.
-No. You -- you --

you don't
understand.

I can't go.
I promised him I would --

I would never leave him alone.

He never wanted to be left
on his own.

Please, please.

I'm not leaving him here.
I'm not leaving him on his own.

Stevie: Chris, look at me.
Look at me, mate.

We're not leaving him here
on his own,

that's not what we're doing,
okay.

There are some people on their
way who need to see Michael

and they will stay with him.

We're gonna wait
until they get here.

Let's just sit here and wait.
Okay?

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Jen: Thank you.

I was just in my 20s
myself.

So young.

So, what I'm about
to tell you...

I mean, it's more
than was in my statement.

It's everything.

And when you hear it,
well, I don't know.

Okay.

So, the bomb went off.
Right?

I had a source. He was young,
but he was reliable.

A-One. That was the grading
we gave him.

Two days before

he told me he was
on a bomb team.

He told you it was gonna happen?

No, just listen to me.
Okay?

He told me there would be
a bomb.

Somewhere.

So, what did you do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

They suspected him.

It was a test of his loyalty.

If I stopped it.
They would have killed him.

So, I didn't ask
for the details.

I didn't wanna know.

So, you let it happen?

No, I mean...

I didn't...

I just didn't...

It was all about the source.

It was all about protecting him.

I ran that source
for 20 years after that.

He saved lives. A lot of lives.

So, who else knew?

What you did?

What?
Do you think it was a solo run?

No, they knew. My superiors.

Of course they did.

Of course they fucking knew.

# Mark Graham
says he loves her #

# All the boys
are fighting for her #

# Mary McFae
says she she'll die #

# If she doesn't get the boy
with the roving eye #

# She is handsome,
she is pretty #

# She is the girl
from Belfast city #

# She is courting,
one, two, three #

# Please won't you
tell me who is she? #

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Helen:
Respect and courtesy, yes?

We do our stop and searches
as quickly and efficiently

as possible and we keep
our ears to the ground.

Be nice.

Okay, I want a callsign
at both ends.

Shane and Annie go ahead

and set the check point up,
just down there.

Anyone not on a VCP
you're on rolling patrol.

Okay? Let's go.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

Okay, err, how you doing?

Erm, some of you
might remember me.

I'm Inspector David Johnston.

I was the Neighbourhood
Sergeant here for five years.

I just wanted to come
here today,

to reassure you that
we're doing everything we can

to make sure who
ever committed this murder

is brought to justice.
Now we --

we have a large team
of detectives working on this.

And you've probably
already noticed,

that we're carrying out house
to house investigations,

and we would ask anybody that
has any information to, err,

to cooperate with us.

You may also notice an increased
police presence on the estate,

and some vehicle check points
as well.

And as I say, we're
doing everything that we can.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Any questions?

I have a question.

Lee Thompson.
I own The Loyal Bar.

Why didn't you do anything
before now?

Lee, err, we've been doing
everything that we can.

-Woman: No, youse haven't!
-Man: Youse do nothing!

I came here today
to tell the truth.

I'm tired of none of us
ever being able to do that.

Sick and tired of it.

They say,
don't speak ill of the dead.

Well, sometimes you have to.

Woman: To right.

Jim Dixon was nothing
but a scumbag paramilitary.

I've been paying him
protection money for years.

£500 a week.

It breaks our backs.

It's most of our profit.

Now I know

that many of you
are in the same position.

Some of you owed
Jim Dixon money.

Some of you
owe Davy Hamill money.

Payday loans that never end.

Are you saying you
didn't know that was happening?

You knew,
and you did nothing about it.

-Isn't that right?
-We need evidence.

[ Laughter, indistinct
conversations ]

You coming here
is an insult to this community.

-Man: Yeah.
-I think you better leave.

Lad. Lad, take it easy.

It's up to us to fix this.

Us, this community.

Not them.
They don't stop paramilitaries!

They work with them!

-He's right.
-Get out!

Go on, fuck off!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

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[ Cheers and applause ]

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Uncle Rab, that was mad.

It was, aye.

Did you see Uncle Lee?

Son, listen to me now, okay?

You need to stay away from
Uncle Lee for a few days, okay?

From Uncle Lee?

For a wee while, yes.

-Where are we going?
-Your ma's house.

You can go on your computer
all day if you like.

-No limits.
-Really? All day?

Really.

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# I found out how
to keep you keen #

# I read it in a magazine #

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So, was the countryside pretty?

[ Chuckles ]

-Mmm.
-What.

Don't know, just looked
like he was trying to avoid us.

Shall we?

[ Siren wailing ]

Yeah, that's lovely.
Thank you.

Sir, can I see your license,
please.

Papa check
on Robert Leonard McKendry,

DOB five slash two slash 60.

Barney: Received
a whole life's term

for multiple terrorism
offences.

Released under the terms of
the Good Friday Agreement,

over.

Can you step out of the car,
please, sir.

Come on, I haven't been
in trouble since I got out.

-Come on.
-Uncle Rab.

It's grandad.
Wait there.

Arms out please.

Hey. Err, don't worry.
We'll just be a wee minute.

Just leave my uncle alone.
He didn't do anythin'.

I know,
we'll just be a second.

Just leave him alone.

Search the car.

-What?
-The wee boy's getting upset.

Annie, search the car.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Can I go now, please?

Who killed Jim Dixon?

-How should I know?
-Come on.

I'm not a member
of any organisation.

I've been doing community
work for 22 years.

[ Horn honks ]

You're gonna have to give
me something.

Or we can stand here
for as long as you like.

[ Horns honking ]

The wee lad is upset.
Let me go.

Shane.

Can I go now, please?

You can go
when I say you can go.

Rab: Nah, that's bullshit.

I know my rights.

You have no reason to hold me.

Someone with a record
like yours, I have every right.

Go on, file a complaint
and see what happens.

-Uncle Rab.
-Get back in the car!

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-We won't be much longer --
-Just let him go!

[ Horns honking ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Alright, see you around.

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-Uncle Rab.
-It's fine, son.

It's fine.

Come on, let's go home.

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What the fuck was that?

What you doing?

You have to let them know
who's boss, right?

Let's get on with it.

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Sandra: Uniform uniform,
papa check on Craig McQuarrie,

DOB two slash 10
slash 87, over.

Barney: Clear, Sandra.

Good to go?

Err...

we just need to have
a quick look around the car.

-Why?
-Just doing our job today.

Don't worry.
Won't be a minute.

We'll be quick.

I really need to go.

Tommy, can you check
the boot please.

-I don't have time for this.
-Tommy.

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Sarge.

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Sandra: Okay, roger that.
Informing him now.

-Barney: Roger.
-Sandra: Right.

We're seizing this money
under the proceeds of crime act,

until such a time as you can
provide an explanation for it.

I told you,
I'm on the way to the bank.

Well, you're gonna
have to come in

and provide a statement
to that effect.

This is daylight robbery.

No, it's the law.

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Chris: He got sick a few years
ago, but he had treatment he --

he beat it.

About six months ago
it came back.

You were his sole carer?

Along with the district nurses.

Exhausting.

Yeah.

You know, at the start,
you'd do anything

to help them hold on just
that little bit longer.

But by the end, you'd
do anything to help them let go.

That's it. Exactly.

Who was it for you?

Err, my wife.

[ Knock on door ]

Connor. This is Mark

The deceased is upstairs
and the suspect's inside.

Sweet.
Has he been arrested yet?

Err, no.

Erm, I think look maybe
we should do the arrest.

And, err, let him know
when we take him to custody.

If that's okay with you guys?

C.I.D.: Knock yourself out.

Chris this is gonna sound
strange and a wee bit scary.

But I have to do it, okay?

Sir, I'm arresting you
on suspicion

of assisting a suicide
under section 13

of the Criminal Justice Act
1966.

You do not have to say
anything,

but I must caution you,

if you do not mention
when questioned something

which you later rely on in
court, it may harm your defence.

Anything you do say,
may be given in evidence.

Oh, my God.

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[ Sniffs ]

Hello?

What the fuck!

Mags.
Long time no see.

Are you out of your mind?

-What?
-What are you doing here?

-Err, neighbourhood policing.
-Oh.

I was actually hoping
to speak to your brother.

No! Absolutely not.

No, you need to leave.

Is everything alright?

Let me get this straight.

You walk in here
in your nice shiny uniform

and ask me is everything
alright?

And then what?

You go home to your
fucking bungalow in Carryduff?

Is that it? Lee is right.
You failed this place.

You failed us.
You need to leave.

Get out.

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Jen: Do you understand
what I'm saying to you, Happy?

We have a statement
from a former officer

who was involved in this case.

And he -- he --
he saying that

it could have been stopped?

The -- the bombing?

Yeah.

Maybe, possibly.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Mr. Kelly,
we need to be realistic here.

This may lead nowhere.

But we might find out the truth?

Yes.

-What are you doing?
-Pardon?

You just let him walk
out of here

thinking you're gonna
get him answers.

I am.

Jen, you know
the government is shutting down

all cases looking into
the past.

I know, but we've made the
deadline on this, haven't we?

Look, this is gonna be one
of the last of its kind.

That's why it's so important.

That's why they're gonna
fight you on this

-every step of the way.
-Fine.

Where's my phone?
Where's my fucking phone?

-Give me my bag back.
-Back off.

-What?
-Back off! Go outside, okay?

-This way.
-You're always torturing me.

Honestly, I can't get
a fucking minute's peace.

There's no room in custody.

As usual.

They'll give me a call
when it clears a bit.

Meanwhile...

So, what happens to me?

You'll be processed.

Finger prints taken,
interviewed by two detectives.

They'll ask you about Michael's
last dose of medication.

Did you do it?

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What do you think?

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Okay, listen to me.
Act confused.

Huh?

When you go in there,
you ask them what day it is.

What?

Yeah, when they start asking
you questions, tell them...

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Then when they start
asking you questions,

tell them you're
absolutely exhausted.

Not thinking straight,
forget your words,

speak slowly.

Make sure they know
that you're absolute wreck.

-Right. So I --
-You're confused.

You're exhausted.
You don't know what's going on.

Because --
Because maybe you made a mistake

with the time,
with the dosage.

Right.
They're ready for you.

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Not a good day to be hungover.

Hmm, yep.

Do you think maybe
we made things worse today?

What?

The way we went
into that place.

Shane: What do you mean?

The VCP stop with the wee boy?

What do you mean?

We humiliated them, Shane.

No. We pushed things a bit with
a guy who has a criminal record.

To try and get some information.

It's called police work.

It's just you seemed like you
were really enjoying it.

I was doing my job.

Aye.

Fuck.

Nicola: So, we've nothing
on the Dixon murder.

Not a single person
would speak to us.

We've lost it.

-Lost what?
-Mount Eden.

Maybe we lost it
a long time ago.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yep.

Sorry, who?

He's here now?
Okay.

Yeah. Okay,
we'll be down in a minute.

That was the front desk.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

Can I have my money back?

-What happens now?
-There'll be an inquest.

That'll take a while.

Best not thinking
about it for now.

I can't go home.

Chris, you can.

Yes, you can.

-Listen to me.
-Oh, God,

please don't give me
a quote about grief.

-I've heard them all.
-I'm not, and so have I

by the way.

This is more practical advice.

You know, you're gonna
cook twice as much food

as you need to for a while.

Don't bin the extra dinner,
just stick it in the freezer.

Because pretty soon you'll
not feel like cooking at all.

That it? That's your advice?

That's my advice.

Thanks for everything.

[ Car door opens ]

[ Engine starts ]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You know I think you were right
the first time.

What do you mean?

You said to me
a long time ago

that it would be too difficult
to work together

and be together.

And I thought
at the time, okay.

Let's just work together,
it'll be okay.

But it isn't.
Not really.

You see you're right.

I have been trying
to protect you.

To stop anything bad
from happening to you.

I have.

Because...?

Because I don't want
the worst thing in the world

to happen to me again.

I think we should
just take a beat

work wise, everything-wise.

Okay.

And you mean not...

Yeah, I'll contact Sandra
just ask about the shifts

and just take a beat,
you know?

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Yeah.

-Okay?
-Yes.

-Okay.
-It's fine.

[ Chuckles ]

Good.

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