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OK, you can go.

This is the last of it.

Stop!

We'll give you the money back!

Please, we'll pay it back and more!

More! Give us, uh, eight weeks.

That's it.

No. Count it all again.

He's counted it three times already. That... is... it.

We did it? We're done.

Woo!

♪ This train is a clean train, you know this train

♪ This train is a clean train

♪ I said, this train... ♪

Oh, yes!

♪ This train is a clean train

♪ Everybody riding in Jesus' name

♪ Because this train is a cle-e-an train... ♪

Ma'am.

Diane. How did you get into the police car park?

Oh, I went up to the front desk, said I had information

on the Somerset Stalker, desk sergeant went to get his notepad -

bingo. Right.

And can I help you with something? Yeah.

Cluck-cluck-cluck.

Excuse me? I found this little bad boy on a routine search

of the community centre, carried out while I was on a date during which

the guy said he was in love with me.

After one date.

You take evidence bags on dates?

What, you don't?

What do you imagine to be the significance of a plastic egg?

Oh. Well, ma'am, these can be used to transport or conceal

illegal drugs

cos they can be inserted into various human orifices.

Oh. You open the egg thusly, pop the drugs in, close the lid,

then gently insert it

into your anal or vaginal cavity.

Like that, or there.

Dealer's choice. Well, uh... Do you want to...?

It's evidence. Thank you, Diane, I will see to this. Pleasure.

Have a good day.

Jesus Christ.

Can I talk to you about something?

Since they granted us the community centre,

there are all these due diligence forms to fill in,

and this one's about money laundering.

Money laundering? Yes. Not-for-profits are a big target

for money launderers, obviously,

and we have to be whiter-than-white.

That's not the phrase I'd use.

So, I was checking our bank account and...

What am I looking at, exactly?

Here. Thousands of pounds going out

to something called Laycock Logistical Services.

Do you know what that is? Hmm.

During my date with Gregory Dillard, I immediately noticed

he shuffled into the pub with hunched shoulders and lowered head,

as if he doesn't want to be seen by the world,

like a paedo in a playground. I get that.

What do you mean, you get that?! During our conversation,

the subject told me he was so lonely he sometimes orders things

from Amazon just so he can see humans over the weekend.

Actually, here I've got written,

"My vagina feels as dry as a camel's arse."

This is good. Thank you so much, Diane. I mean, everything you are

saying completely chimes with my own findings. Which are?

Since his divorce, Greg has become so scared of rejection

that to protect himself from it, he has made himself hideous.

Mm. Yeah, I concur. I object. Overruled. Mm.

Also I think all this repression is actually making Greg very dangerous.

During our date on Friday, he kissed me

without me giving him any sexual signals.

You asked me to have intercourse with you!

Yeah. As a test.

Mm. What kind of test would that be?!

He came at me with such terrifying lust,

I was forced to pepper spray him. Seriously?

Why do you think I came home in tears?

I thought you were like that after every date.

Look who's here.

Hello, son.

You look well.

So do you.

One month. She's clean. As a whistle.

Good for you, Mum. Weird how it happened.

I was buying gear from this kid and he handed me a leaflet

for one of them drug support groups.

Got to start listening when even your dealer's worried about you, eh?

So, I want to move back in with Mum. No.

Why not? She's better now.

Look, I'm proper glad you're better and that,

but we both know one month's just not a long time.

One day at a time, son.

I couldn't agree with you more.

Esme, go and get ready for school, please. I got ages.

Es. Please go and get ready for school.

Do you know she's got a boyfriend now? Yeah, of course.

Missy's all grown-up. Still my little girl, though.

It's good to see you.

Congratulations on the coin. I hope it all works out.

Goodbye, Mum.

He's not my legal guardian any more. So, I can move in with you

if I want to. I can do what I want.

Your brother only wants the best for you.

You feel like a big man now?

What in God's name are you doing, Frank?

Ironing.

Well, how'd you learn to do that? Tom showed me a video

on the internet.

I'm going to mow the lawn next.

Who are you and what have you done with my father?

I'll get it.

It's sort of like making a pizza. Is it?

How's your mom doing? Oh, she's much better.

They think that she had an adverse reaction to some medication.

She's back in the home now. That's good.

We should visit again.

I'd appreciate that, thank you.

Grandpa, there's someone at the door for you.

Hey.

What's tickin', chicken? Don't call me chicken.

There's this woman, Claire, she's my second-in-command at the BJC.

Now that we've got our little situation under control,

she's started snooping around in our finances. Why?

She'll do anything to bring me down.

That is, unless I can bring her down first.

Is that something you could help with?

Are you sure you want to start throwing innocent folks

under the bus? Claire isn't innocent.

She's trying to take control of my group.

If I have to choose between Claire and the BJC, I choose the BJC.

You sound like Stalin before the purges.

Do you want to join me in jail if she carries on digging?

You and your second-in-command,

you both have BJC credit cards for expenses and whatnot?

Yeah.

Good. We'll run the old Windy City Railroad on her.

I need you to...

..send her on a coffee run.

OK. So, let's imagine this is a really hip cocktail bar and,

Greg, let me see you walk in.

You're right, he does walk like he's on the Sex Offenders Register. Yep.

What? You know it's my sight that's bad, not my hearing?

Let's try again. OK, turn around.

Right, chin up.

Shoulders back. Walk.

You're too stiff, swing your arms.

You look like a chimp.

Put your thumbs in your belt.

OK. Now, lead with your crotch.

Yeah. Too much. Dial it back, dial it back.

Add a bit of swagger, yeah, yeah, that's it.

Easy there, cowboy.

I mean, it's...

..it's... it's good enough?

OK, imagine Diane, she's back in the pub, she's doing a crossword.

Your date never happened, and then you walk over and chat her up.

Yep. Come on. Lean, Greg, lean, let me see some lean.

That's it, yes.

Yes, that's it, Greg.

And ask her out.

How? Say something off the cuff and flirty. Oh.

Apparently, eight across is "What's your number?"

Oh, really? That's interesting.

Yeah.

Cos six down is "Fuck off, weirdo."

Would that happen?

It just happened, Greg. Roll with it. Hello?

Hello, is that Lady Gabby?

This is Claire from the Bristol Justice Collective.

Oh, hi. How can I help?

Have you heard of something called Laycock Logistical Services?

Er, no. Should I have?

Forgive me being so direct but can I ask why you chose to donate

£100,000 to the BJC? I did what now?!

Don't think we're ungrateful. Thanks to you, we didn't have to rely on

a council grant, and we love our new office. I...

I didn't donate £100,00.

I realise you've asked to remain anonymous but I know it was you.

Sorry, I-I... I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

My lawyer, Greg, handles the money matters.

Why are you asking all of this?

Because I think we could be the victims of money laundering.

You still there?

Let me look into it.

That wasn't flirting, you just shot me in the face!

So... how does it feel,

letting John fly the coop? Well, it may not seem this way now but...

..what I did will eventually be viewed as a great kindness.

What do you mean? He means, uh...

He means letting me leave without a fight, don't you, Dad?

Right.

I always thought you'd pressed him into

a kind of indentured servitude,

so I was surprised when you let him have his freedom.

Girls, did I hear something about a trifle?

Yes. Come and help me put the sprinkles on the trifle.

This is Daddy's favourite, isn't it?

So, um, you didn't tell her

how it went down, did you?

Look, if you want to dress things up for the sake of your marriage,

I understand. What are you doing here, Dad?

I'm at lunch, what does it look like?

Yeah. Just thought you'd pop in for lunch?

Yeah, like I always do.

See you and Ruth and the grandkids.

You fired me.

Like I said, it was nothing personal, only business.

Ah, business. You are ruining me, do you know that?

You have to be able to compartmentalise things, boy.

Work and family are two different things.

We're family, always will be.

Here we are.

Oh, my goodness. That is delicious.

Son? Is that not delicious, son?

It's whatever you say it is, Dad.

I'll get some bowls. Yeah.

Can I get six flat whites with oat milk,

two mint teas and a masala chai for me? No worries, coming up.

You're one thirsty lady. I drew the short straw for the coffee run.

Oh!

Uh... Oof...

Are you OK? I'll be OK, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Low blood sugar. Thank you.

I said to the bloke, "What is your problem?"

"Nadger did a shit out of the window."

Anyway, long story short, my Uber rating is down to a 4.3, so...

Oh, hold on, chap, posh trim alert. Your Ladyship!

How lovely to see you. I'm afraid Greg's not here at the moment.

I know. It's you I wanted to see. Fuck off, chap.

How can I help, Your Ladyship? I'd like to see my client account.

Nay problemo.

Um, I know you say you're a lesbian,

and I am totally on board with that,

but would you ever consider trying it with a bloke?

Oh, here we go.

Can you see if I've made any large donations

to something called the BJC?

Uh... yes, a very sizeable amount several months ago.

And Laycock Logistical Services?

Again, a number of large amounts.

In fact, you have one such payment going out today.

Freeze all payments this instant.

What? Just do it.

Who authorised these payments?

Er, Greg. Why?

What's going on?

I need a drink. Want to go and grab a drink?

Does a rocking horse have a wooden cock?

Yeah, I would absolutely... Sorry!

Apres-vous.

How much is that ting, though? Expensive. Expensive.

Oh, shit, you lot, stay there.

Yo. One sec, one sec, one sec.

See you later.

There you go. Thanks.

Right, get some rest. I'll take over.

Margie, you ever start thinking about a big old lobster dinner?

Mm, no, I've never had lobster. You never had lobster? Why?

Well, I'm a single mum, not Camilla Parker Bowles.

Well, tonight I'm taking you to dinner.

A little fish restaurant I've had my eye on.

It's Wednesday, we can't go to a restaurant, I've got a wash on.

Table for four, seven o'clock, it's already booked.

Young Tom, throw on a necktie. It's a high-class joint.

Dad, is this some sort of Last Supper thing?

Have you got test results you need to tell me?

I'm fit as a fiddle.

I just want to treat my family to the finer things.

Make up for lost time.

I totally want to try lobster. Yeah.

I totally want to eat a lobster. Of course you do. Come on.

Margie, put your best dress on.

Let your old man treat ya.

Lobster. Lemon. Mwah!

Here we go!

So, Yamani wants to leave her husband. Really? Yeah.

Last weekend, Book Group, she told us that she would leave Raj

for Benedict Cumberbatch at the drop of a hat. Her words.

That doesn't mean she's going to leave her husband. That's like me

saying I'd leave Ben for Michael B Jordan,

or Dad saying he'd leave you for... Dame Helen Mirren.

Celebrity crushes don't mean anything.

I also fancy Dame Helen Mirren.

Oh, no, Ben's leaving me for a national treasure!

You're all idiots.

Have you done a business plan? What?

For your food stall in Weston.

Rani's sorting that. Yeah, it's all in my head,

I just need to get it down on paper.

Well, I could help you with that.

Your mother and I have been talking.

We have some money put aside for when Rani went to university

but, uh, as it's not happening...

We would like to help both of you with the food stall.

Really? Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Thank you! Thank you so much!

Thank you. Thank you.

Pleasure. Pleasure, pleasure.

Hello?

Time's up. Where's my money.

We transferred the last of the money to you.

No, no, you're 10,000 short. What?

Deadline's today and I told you if you missed it,

I start hurting people you love.

You want cream or custard on your rhubarb crumble?

I'll have custard, Mum.

You having dinner with your mum and dad?

Yeah. Mm-hm. That's lovely. My mum and dad have passed on.

It's really important to treasure time with your mum and dad

cos they'll be gone one day. Like tomorrow,

if I don't get the rest of my fucking money.

Your dad and Ben are having both cream and custard.

Mum. I'm on the phone. It's a simple yes or no.

Yes. I'll have both. Oh, fine.

I don't understand what's happened.

Maybe there was some sort of problem with the shell company.

Not my concern. A deadline's a deadline.

I'm going to need more time to figure out what happened.

I warned you. No extensions, no negotiations.

You have till tomorrow morning or you and I will both be orphans.

♪ Happy Birthday to you... ♪

Your crumble's getting cold.

What's wrong?

How is this happening? How is this happ...?

Why didn't you transfer the money?

I did but Gabby stopped it and froze her account. Unfreeze it.

Only she can do that. Then find her, you lanky bastard!

I dunno where she is and she's not answering her phone!

We were done. We were done!

Right. We're just going to have to ask for a bit more time.

This isn't asking a teacher for an extension for an essay!

He said he'd kill my parents! OK. Right.

How do we make £10,000 by tomorrow?

We could... hold up a bank?

We're not holding up a bank. We could hold up... a petrol station.

We're not holding up anything. We could kidnap somebody rich.

Gabby's dad's loaded. We could kidnap Gabby

and then threaten to cut off her fingers every hour.

OK, let's calm down, all right? We're not in the Yakuza.

And we'd run out of fingers before her father paid a penny. Oh!

Tony Robinson from Blackadder lives locally. Is he rich?

He's a white male actor. We're not kidnapping Baldrick!

We're not kidnapping anyone! Do you have a better idea?!

Pressure selling. What's pressure selling?

Huh? Pressure selling? Yeah, what about it?

You just brought it up. No, I didn't. Yes, you did.

You just mentioned pressure selling as a way to make fast sales? Yes.

We need to approach our client list with a time limit.

That's what we need to do. Bulk offers, OK? And persistence closing.

That's what we need to do.

We don't let them go anywhere until they have bought fast

and they have bought in bulk. I mean, it's a form of bullying...

You'd know something about bullying,

calling me a lanky bastard. Look in the mirror once in a while.

Who's a lanky bastard?

You just said I was a lanky bastard. What did you say?

I will never be able to go back to tuna in a can.

You want another lobster, I can tell.

Do people have two in a row?

One time in Maine, I ate five.

For a bet, which I lost.

How many did the other guy have? I'm not sure,

I was wheeled out with butter poisoning.

I might get a coffee.

Oh! Masala chai. You have to try a cup.

Nothing washes down shellfish better.

OK, can we get two masala chais, please?

What's up? It's Lady G, live from Bar Revelation,

which is appropriate as I'm thinking about telling you... a secret.

Yes, yes, but we are about to close up shop soon and I would hate

for you to get to the weekend,

not get your hands on a nice, strong macchiato.

What if you find yourself real thirsty after we close?

Yeah, fine, then - hang up. Still there, are we?

Cos you know a great offer when you hear one,

but this offer must end midnight. Look, if I were you,

I would stock up for the holidays. Christmas. Easter. Half term.

Take your pick. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What?

..you might think that he was, you know, a nice sweet nerd.

But he isn't. No. And this is a story of discovery

but also of betrayal, and I'm not sure if I should tell it

because if I do then, well, he won't have a flatmate any more,

he will have a cellmate. Oh. Yeah. Shots fired.

Is that live? Very.

Does she know about the money laundering? Dunno.

I bet Claire's told her something.

She is trying to take the BJC away from me.

She's not even from Bristol. She's bloody Scottish!

Bloody foreigners. Coming over here,

stealing our black civil rights groups, eh? Focus!

You better find Gabby and stop her talking.

Go!

Business is booming all of a sudden.

Oh, is any of that going spare?

I'm back, unleashed. You know what?

You shouldn't trust anyone. Don't... Don't...

Don't trust your... your family, don't trust your friends,

don't trust lawyers called Greg Dillard.

Yeah, and do you know what? He's a fucking creep, actually.

I went on his internet search history once, just for fun, and he

searched "Viagra, how much is too much?" People need to know that

they can't break my heart any more, don't they? I mean, really?

Let me know in the comments if you think I should tell my story.

Did she say Greg Dillard? Mm-hm. What is that?

Remember Lady Gabby? Her live feed just popped up.

She's on a massive bender,

blabbering on about a criminal conspiracy. What a hot mess.

Bring her in. Huh? Remember that kid who was in for armed robbery,

we thought he had drug ties? Yeah.

Well, the lawyer who magically showed up to take his case...

Was Greg Dillard.

The same lawyer we saw in court defending Christian Taylor.

The same lawyer who's doing CS at Bennysfield. Go.

OK, I'm putting you down for three flat whites and an expresso martini.

I will offer you this at a reduced price if you buy in bulk.

Well, then throw a party.

You'll be Mr Popular. All right, cool.

What are you going to say to Grandad?

Thank you for my lobster. Thank you for my lobster.

Yeah, thank you, Dad, for a lovely evening. Oh, sure. And this is?

Masala chai. Cardamom. Cinnamon.

Cloves. Delicious.

Mm!

Smell that.

I'd like to pay with this, please. Of course.

Where are you going? Inside? My friends are all expecting me.

Nah, you're not coming in here. Why not? Cos the people we want in here

look like they're going to provide glamour, not IT support.

Step aside, mate. All right?

Gabby! Mate, step away from the glass

before I put your head through it. Seriously. Just let me in. No.

Now, move. Come on. All right, I'm going.

I could laugh at you if I want.

Gabby! Ga...

Cool. I'll send someone to you now. Ah, but this is a one-time deal.

Yeah. Only for our most valued customers.

You absolutely are, madam, yes, both you and your grandson.

All right, so shall we say your usual?

Oh, yeah. We've got our own dedicated delivery team.

Karmacoma, Jamaica and Roma.

Hiya. What? Can I come in, please?

Password?

Is it my mother's maiden name?

Jesus! Woo!

Don't mind me, I'm just... passing through.

Greg? Yeah?

It's Rosie.

I was giving you a blowie when you reversed into that police car.

Oh, right, yeah. How's it going?

Yeah, yeah, mustn't grumble. Keeping busy.

What happened that night with you, after?

Cos I just got off with a warning. Did you? Yeah. Yeah, I got, um,

120 hours of community service. Oh, no. Yeah.

How did it go? Not great, if I'm honest.

I ended up getting blackmailed

and now I'm in hock to a ruthless London drug dealer.

I'm sorry to hear that. Yeah.

Oi! I'm sorry to break up this little reunion

but I'm paying by the hour here, mate. Oh!

Shut up, you little bitch! Yes, mistress. Eh, listen.

I'm done here in 20 minutes if you want anything doing.

We could finish that blowie that you never got.

That's very good of you, but no, I can't, actually,

cos I've got to quickly try and find one of my other clients before she,

um, sends me to jail. Oh. You have been a bad boy.

Anyway, lovely to see you. It's been good to see you.

Thank you so much. Sorry for interrupting you.

Woo! You've been a bad boy! Oh, yes, you have!

Ooh!

Evening.

I don't suppose you've got a member of the landed gentry

in here, have you?

There's so many whips.

Gabby!

Gabby?

Gabby?

Gabby.

Judas! Can we speak in private, please?

Anything you have to say,

you can say in front of my real friends here.

There's a policeman here.

Good. I have things to say to him.

Just let me explain first. It's too late for explaining.

Just hear me out. And if you still want to turn me in,

I won't stop you.

Please.

Police.

Has anyone seen Lady Gabriella Penrose-Howe?

Right, then, you cheeky little monkeys. Guess who's brought

the goods. We have got Chang and a lovely bit of MD... Mmm...

..mazing that you are here, Detective,

because these are drugs.

Yuck.

Did you find my watch, by the way?

We should get a move on, I think. I want an explanation, right now.

Shall we do that at home over

a cup of tea and a Mr Kipling? No, explain. What have you been doing?

It's... It's so complicated, Gabby. Well, then un-complicate it, Greg.

I've been using your client account

to launder the proceeds of an illegal drug operation.

Right. That's it, is it? Yeah.

Cool. Great.

Great. Shall we go? No, not great, Greg! Not cool!

You've been using me to launder...?!

So when you... when you said that everyone else in my life was a mooch

and a hanger-on and I thought that that meant you really cared about

me, that was bollocks?

No, I do care about you. Of course.

How can you say that?!

Literally no-one in my life has used me more than you!

I know. I'm sorry.

You're my consigliere.

I know you hired me to protect you and look after you

and, uh, I betrayed you.

But you have to know, I would never deliberately hurt you.

You know, money laundering and exploiting you,

that's not something I would choose to do.

It's not just that you're my lawyer, Greg.

I thought you were my friend.

I am your friend.

I know. I'm so sorry, Gabby.

I don't even know how I ended up doing this.

All I know is that there's guns, and threats,

and everyone's lives are in danger if I don't do this.

Whose lives? Who else is involved?

Rani, Ben, Myrna, John, Frank.

I'm the only one who doesn't know about this?

Yeah.

Yup, all here.

Go on, kids, be on your way.

Police are watching the building.

What we going to do?

Fuck. We're all fucked.

Our humble thanks for attending Fight Back Bristol.

We'll be back next week,

so be sure to tell all of your friends.

And remember -

we will NEVER give up on you

so, please, don't give up on yourselves.

And if anyone should offer you drugs, what do we do?

Just say no.

Fight Back Bristol? What is that?

Grassroots initiative. People like us with criminal records

just trying to ensure that the kids

don't make the same mistakes that we did. I mean,

can't wait for the system to step in, can you?

So you're all activists now?

Just caring members of the community.

You're feeling a deep ideological connection to the movement, are you?

What's your home address?

He lives in Clifton Towns.

He can't speak for himself? Well, yeah, of course he can.

But if what you're implying is that there's no place

for a white, middle-class man in this,

then you'd be wrong. In some ways...

Spare me the lecture. Please.

Are we OK? Everyone OK?

John, are you OK? That was close! Ha!

Yeah, way too close. Definitely way too close.

Oh, come on, you've got to admit - it's a bit of a thrill.

We weren't ziplining, Rani.

Oh, my God. You're so boring!

I don't want to run around with drugs and guns and money.

That's different to being boring.

Be careful, Rani.

You know who told me this before?

Who? Christian Taylor.

And that's why he's in jail

and I'm not.

Hi, lovelies. How's the drug dealing going?

You told her?

My mum killed herself when I was six years old.

My dad was never home

so I was just passed from caretaker to caretaker.

Never really had a real family.

But all of us over the past few months, working together,

laughing together...

..it's kind of felt like we were a family.

I'm sorry, Gabby. We should never have involved you.

I can only imagine how upsetting it must be to wake up

and find yourself embroiled in a criminal conspiracy.

I'm not upset because you've involved me

in a criminal conspiracy.

I'm upset because you haven't.

What? I know everything about drugs.

I've been using them since I was 12.

I know what's good, I know what's bad,

I know the jargon, the prices.

I could help you.

So you're saying you WANT to be a part of a criminal conspiracy?

Yes!

Now, which one of you is the Mr Big?

What happened to you last night?

I-I talked my way out of it

but it was so awkward

that even the bloke in the gimp mask couldn't look at me.

Luckily, I managed to get away when an ambulance showed up.

Some pervert got his fist stuck inside someone else.

Did he lose his watch as well?

I need to make a fresh transfer to Laycock Logistical Services.

W—We froze the account. Well, now we need to thaw it out

cos I've got a lot of logistics I need servicing. So, chop chop. Um...

We did it.

Ain't you happy?

Yeah. Of course I am. Tell your face then.

What's eating you?

Nothing. Well, I...

Ben said something but...

..it doesn't matter. It's fine. What did he say?

He said I remind him of you.

When you was in the sack?

No. When we were arguing.

I said he was boring,

then he said that...

..I'm enjoying this gang shit too much.

Are you?

No.

When me and Ben were just young guys,

olders in our neighbourhood all had cars,

nice jewellery and cash, working for The Dean.

There was easy money to be made running with them.

And on top of that, the status and respect and...

..you know, the hype gets addictive, right?

Your boy Ben was smart. He resisted.

Me? I started in country,

then started running my own team.

And the whole time, I'm thinking, "This isn't who I am."

I'll just make some quick P's then go back to where I was.

But one day, you wake up and it IS who you are.

And it's too late to go back to where you was.

And the next thing you know, you're wearing the same grey tracksuit

with the same grey socks and the same grey underwear -

because they're all washed together -

spending 23 hours a day in the same four-square-metre room.

Take it from me...

..that's boring.

Four black Americanos, a masala chai

and a piece of that cake.

Right, two seconds.

Morning.

Right, there is a coffee there for you

and a masala ch... Ooh!

Shit! I am so sorry. Oh!

Let's just get that off of there.

Doesn't matter that it's a bit dry in there.

Sorry about that. I'm more fingers than thumbs today.

Right, let me get you some more tissues... Please.

Coffee...

Oh... Right, tissues, tissues.

What was you doing in the house, all alone with a boy,

without telling me? It's my house, too. Oh, it's your house?

Do you pay bills? Do you know what? Furthermore, give me your phone.

Why? Give me your phone. I want to know who the guy is.

Give me your phone. He's none of your business.

It was past midnight on a school night

and you were here chilling with some boy. We were studying!

This is why I want to live with Mum. Because she lets me do what I want.

It's because she's a smackhead! Not any more!

She just trusts me.

Dickhead.

You have to let her live her own life. Sometimes.

Not yet I don't. She's 16. You can't protect her all the time.

Yeah, well, I can try. Well, my parents tried.

They tried to wrap me up in cotton wool my whole life.

Look how I turned out.

I'm a drug dealer.

OK. You're not... boring.

You're right.

I was getting hooked on buzz.

So, anyway,

it...

It's over. I'm back.

I'm sorry.

You were starting to scare me there.

I thought I was sharing a bed with the Godfather.

About Es.

If things go wrong with your mum, she knows where to find you.

Myrna? Claire? Um, have you got a minute?

I just found something a bit odd,

and I was wondering if you could help me get to the bottom of it.

Something odd?

Yeah, I was just going through the BJC bank account - you know,

doing the money laundering due diligence and everything.

I just found this payment on Claire's company card for £518.

What? Let me see. Is that your card number?

Yes, but what's Le Grande Poisson?

I think it means "the big fish". It's, um,

a fancy seafood place in Clifton. But did you use your BJC card

to pay for a meal in there or anything?

No, I've never even been there. No? It's probably some kind of mistake.

Greg, could you call them, please? On it.

Le Grand Poisson, how may I help?

Uh, hi. Can I speak to your manager, please? This is he.

Hi, my name's Myrna and I just wanted to check

and see if a credit card was used in your restaurant last night.

It ends in...

Hold on, please.

Someone probably stole your card. No, it's here.

Yes. That card was used here last night. Right, um,

can you tell me what it was spent on?

Three dozen oysters, four lobster mains,

a truffle mac and cheese, two bottles of champagne...

Someone was peckish. ..and two masala chais.

Right, so, that's your drink, isn't it? Yes, but... OK, thank you.

You're welcome.

Claire, if you were in my position,

what would you do right now?

This is... Someone has done this. Done what?

I don't know. Made it look like...

Claire, it gives me no pleasure to say this

but, while we investigate this matter,

I feel I have to suspend you.

Suspend me? We need to be whiter-than-white.

Erm...

Yeah, sure.

What?

Activism is a fight. Sometimes, you have to fight dirty.

What was I supposed to do?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you were right. You know, about giving people second chances.

About forgiveness. Seriously?

If you ever need anything,

just pick up the phone and I'll come, yeah? I'll be there.

Come here.

Thanks, Ben.

We need to go for a little ride.

You got me anything from the gift shop?

All I've got for you is a deal. I'd prefer a muffin.

I know Rani Rekowski and her friends are running your crew.

And I know you're all in bed with The Dean.

Do you know the numbers for this week's EuroMillions?

Co-operate.

Help me collar The Dean,

and I'll get you out of here. How does that sound?

Like a great episode of Line Of Duty.

Do you think it hasn't been noticed by people in here

how many times I've visited you?

Do you know how easy it would be

for me to spread the word around that you're my favourite informant?

How long do you think you'd last after that?

Think about my offer.

Evening, all.

I have good news

and I have even better news.

The good news is, I have received payment, in full, on time,

as you promised. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd make it.

And my boys are livid. They dug ditches out the back for nothing.

Now, on to the even better news.

What's that? This, my dear,

is ten kilos of pure uncut cocaine

that you are going to shift for me.

No. We're done.

No, you're The Beatles of drug selling

and I can't break up the band. Don't make me the Yoko.

And think of this as your White Album.

This isn't fair!

We did what you asked!

Fair?

You're lucky your parents aren't on TV, in tears,

asking for information of your fucking whereabouts.

We're not doing it. This is over.

This is over when I say it's over.

And I'm sorry,

but it ain't fucking over.

He's never going to stop.

Why would he? He's on to a good thing.

I cannot deal drugs for the rest of my days.

Obviously! None of us can.

Right, what are we going to do?

We'll kill him. Sorry, what?

Well, any other ideas before we settle on murder?

Anyone heard of the Brass Bunkum?

Short Change Hero by The Heavy

♪ I can't see where you comin' from

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from

♪ And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" but the

♪ Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, when you're

♪ This ain't no place for no hero

♪ This ain't no place for no better man

♪ This ain't no place for no hero

♪ To call home

♪ This ain't no place for no hero

♪ This ain't no place for no better man

♪ This ain't no place for no hero

♪ To call home... ♪