Original subtitles

I work on my own.

Man grunts — Bernie: Not tonight.

Spray! — he groans

Phil's knackered, so he's going home and she's going with you.

Engine starts

invoice for you, sir.

June: You look shattered. — I'll sleep when you do.

Gotta get the most out of this place, it costs enough.

You know Chris Carson? — who are you?

I'm a drug dealer.

Mullen: My name's ray mullen. I'm part of a team investigating Carson.

I know you're as fed up as I am.

I love my husband, ray.

Why are you lying to me, after all I've done for you?

I've given you free money, lad.

It—it's not free money.

Kate: You are disappearing, these last few months.

You missed breakfast.

I had work, you know.

It isn't great, Chris.

I know. Look, I'm sorry.

Darling, I love ya.

I wanna be a good Bobby. I wanna do good things.

I wanna be normal.

I'm a fucking police officer, Casey.

If you hand them in, you're as dead as I am.

He breathes deeply

He grunts

oh, shit.

He grunts

he sighs

Fucking hell.

He exhales deeply

knock on door

Gallagher: Come.

Doctor?

Mr sweeney, if you could go behind the curtain

and remove your clothes for me, please.

Decent?

Underpants too.

I see the psoriasis is back.

You've been hiding.

No, I haven't.

Don't argue with me.

You told us you were going to make everyone money, and then you ran away.

Yeah, someone, er... Someone took it off me courier.

He got smashed. Sorry.

But I'm gonna get it back.

Do you have any security?

Well, I've got Barry and Ian but, erm—— — I mean collateral, Carl. Cash.

I'm all in. I never thought, erm... sorry.

It's ok. We'll take it from here.

Don't worry about it.

No, no, I can... I can fix this.

Honest to god, I can sort it, I just—— — it's ok. Get dressed.

Go home to your family and learn from this.

Are we alright, though?

Just go home to your family.

Shit!

Music on radio: "Boilermaker" by royal blood

♪ head like a cocktail shaker ♪

♪ living in a house like an old bodega ♪

♪ got the odds looking in my favour ♪

♪ staring at the bottom of a boilermaker ♪

♪ so keep your feet on the ground ♪ — he exhales deeply

♪ and listen to the sound of a real money maker ♪

Phone buzzes

Sorry to keep you.

Oh, it's ok.

She sighs

how've you been?

He breathes heavily

that bad?

Mm—hmm.

Bad at home, or bad at work?

Yeah, both.

How's Helen?

Helen?

Your wife?

You what?

No, that's... he scoffs

James?

No.

Distant siren blares

she tuts and exhales deeply

oh god, you're four, aren't you?

I'm so sorry. I've...

I looked at the clock cos I'm running late, and I've...

I've picked up 4:30. — right.

Erm, I'm so sorry but I'm absolutely, erm, swamped.

There's so many of you.

There used to be two of us.

Dying in front of you, you don't even know me name.

Oh. Chris.

The car park. — mm—hmm.

The boy who fell.

Yeah. I'm not here cos he fell, I'm—I'm here cos I cried when he fell.

I know. — yeah.

I remember. — right.

Can... can we, erm, try again...

With the time that we've got left?

Chris: Yeah.

Erm...

He stu'i'i'ers: Yeah, I don't...

I don't know.

Just keep it simple.

Please.

Ok, right.

I don't know what's right and wrong anymore.

Ok?

I thought I was doing something good this week

and now it's got me...

Fucked.

So what I want to know is, right, how do you even know...

Before you do something, right

how do you even know whether it's right or not?

And I mean right for you.

And right for them.

Right for someone you've never even... met.

And fuck, I know I'm spinning here, but...

Right and wrong... — mm—hmm.

Is quite a binary concept when you break it down.

Pretty much the first thing a child learns. — mm.

If you can see through the fog

and clear your mind in the ways that we've discussed

then you'll know what is right and what is wrong

and you will be able to apply that decision to the issue at hand.

Does that help?

Are you able to... You know, share what's...

What can... — can I stop ya?

Yeah. — erm...

Do you want... — I'm sorry, no. It doesn't help.

It doesn't help.

I'm gonna go. You fucking hate me. You don't even know who I am.

So excuse me.

Well, I can only apologise.

Thank you.

Door slams

I fucking hate this job.

Carl: I'm in the shit, Chris.

You've got some fucking front. You know that?

I should knock you out.

I should fucking... you come to my house, and you threaten my wife?

Come on, you know I would never hurt Kate or tilly. I love the bones off 'em.

Fuck off, Carl. Honestly, mate.

Fair enough, I was out of order. I'm sorry.

Yeah, it was. Alright. So are you following me or what?

Where've you been, Chris? — to see my therapist. What do you want?

You crackin' up again? Gonna end up like your arl fella.

Seriously, mate. — look, look. Weird...

Look, if you want to talk...

I'm late picking up tilly, what do you fucking want?

Is it money? Cos I could, you know

try and sort something... — ah, mate, look

you... you threatened to kill my wife.

I'm in the shit, lad.

I don't care!

She did a runner on the other two dopes. — who?

Casey... she's still got me gear. — for god's...

I need you, mate. — he groans

I know you can find her.

I'll double whatever I pay ya.

Ok. How about this, mate.

Fuck Casey, fuck your drugs

and fuck you, Carl.

Come on, mate, I'm not messing.

If you don't help me, I'm a dead man. I've got a family too, you know?

You've got a family now? Right.

I swear to god.

If... if you knob me off, you'll be making me bird a single mother.

No. A widow. I'll be making her a widow, mate.

Now fucking do one.

Car door slams

Y'alright? — alright, mate.

Keypad beeps — door buzzes

Fucking hell.

You gonna be long?

Another three hours. Fucking job is not worth it.

Sound distorts

high—pitched tone

Carl on phone: Chris?

Chris: Thirty k.

Thirty k? Where the fuck am / gonna get that?

Chris: I don't care, right, just get it.

Are you sure it's corruption?

I mean, if it is, obviously I'm on board if it's something like that

but I have heard about him having other issues.

If he's bent, he's gonna be struggling to cope.

But the corruption came first.

I can absolutely say that for certain.

I'm not sure.

What we are supposed to do as police officers is find the truth.

If he's corrupt, we find that truth.

If he's not corrupt and he's just a bit... unstable, we'll find that truth.

You're just helping me find the truth.

I just wanna do what's right.

Brilliant.

Come on.

Hey, er... you're not gonna have me whacked are you?

What?

I had no choice, Casey, honest.

What you on about "whacked"?

I watched goodfe/las on itv four the other night.

Boss film? — boss film.

I'm just gettin' me bag.

Oi, he was gonna give me a grand, you know.

A grand?

Erm...

I got you a wham bar.

You bought me a wham bar?

Well, I robbed it, like, but, er...

I was gonna give you half the dough.

So, you was gonna give me five hundred quid

but instead you got me battered and robbed me a wham bar?

He didn't pay me.

A wham bar, though?

Children shout

hello, hello, hello. Look, tilly, it's your dad!

We did painting today. — Chris: Did ya?

Very clever. Nice one.

Mullen: I normally see Kate, here.

How's the counselling?

You what?

Come here, tilly. Tilly, come here, darling.

Put this on.

How is Kate, is she ok?

I swear to god, mate, one more.

One more, lad, you're a snake. You're a snake.

Yeah? — and you know you are.

Hey, listen, come on, give me a reason. — what's wrong wi' ya?

Give me a reason, lad.

Language, Chris.

You need to calm down, officer.

Make your move or shut up.

Make your move, lad.

In front of the kids? — I'm ready for you.

Really? — tilly: Daddy? Let's go. Please.

Yeah. Do as you're told.

Tilly: Please?

Alright, darling. I'm only messing, just messing.

Take care, Adam. Alright, mate.

Mullen: Say hello to your mum, tilly.

If yous two can sub me thirty grand, I can sort this.

Thirty grand?

Yeah, the copper says he can get me the gear

but we've got to give him thirty k.

Lad, you shouldn't be paying him, you should be knocking him down.

How the fuck do I knock him down?

Ian: Kick the shit out of him. Piece of piss, lad.

Me and baz'i/ go round there, no sweat

you can't, lad. He's a bizzie.

He's your mate.

What?

There's no respect for you anymore, lad.

Who the fuck d'ya think you're talking to? You cheeky twat!

I'll come round there and show you some...

His voice softens: Fucking respect.

You ok, daddy?

Yeah, babe, I'm fine, yeah.

I'm just talking to uncle Barry and uncle Ian. I'll be up in a second.

Ok. Goodnight, uncle Barry, goodnight, uncle Ian!

Goodnight. God bless, love.

Night—night, darlin'!

Go on, off you go to bed.

Night, babe.

You two shitheads have done nothing for me.

Thing is, lad, all you've got left

is tin legs you can't stand up on.

Phone beeps

Boti'le rati'les

I needed to come out tonight. — mm.

Just breathe, you know. She clears her throat

it's so intense at the moment.

You don't need to hear this.

No, go on, I'm your best mate.

You're my only friend. — no, that's not true.

I only laugh when I'm with you, these days.

And now I've gone and spoilt it.

No, you haven't.

What am I gonna do?

It isn't good.

Ellie.

Home.

It's all over the place, and...

I wanna be there for him.

There's only so much I can do.

Gotta think of tilly.

I mean, you do, but...

Look, nothing good comes from just... pfft...

Limping about, you know?

Maybe it's time for one of yous to make the decision, I don't know.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Woman on police radio: Three lads, basically, just causing trouble in the pub.

Chucking stuff about with threat

you look shattered.

I said, you look shattered.

Thanks.

About last night...

Ah, listen, mate. Don't sweat it.

No, really Chris, I just, erm... — he chuckles

I was out of order.

No, I was out of order for leaving ya.

Yeah, you were.

Stop, that's them. — men laugh

Oi, oi, what you doin'?

Getting my coat.

That alright?

Yeah.

Men chati'er indistinctly

you, in the middle. Come here, arms out.

Hey, I'm clean.

Yeah, I'm not arsed, to be honest, mate.

Now, have you got anything in your pockets that could hurt me or you?

Man: No. — don't laugh about it, son.

No laughing matter.

Is it?

Alright, you're good. Go. You, sir. Thanks.

Arms out.

Got anything in your pockets that could hurt me or you?

No.

Need a belt there, fella.

Unlucky, mate.

Something cla'i'i'ers — right, you know what to do.

Mark: Come on, mate, it was just a tiny bit! — hands behind your back. Turn round.

Rachel!

Man: Don't look it, can ya, mate?

Cla'itering noise

show yourself.

Steve! What the hell are you doing?

I'm just having a piss. — you were hiding, Steve.

Well, why'd you ask me, then?

You were just standing there behind bins. — Is he fucking arresting him, there?

You were taking drugs in a pub. — we weren't taking drugs in a pub.

Chris has just found them on your mate.

Oh, really, you're doing this, are we? — Chris: Rachel!

We doing it? — yeah, I am.

Rachel!

Right, you're coming with me, son.

Men clamour

keep your head down, mate. Keep your head down.

You're hurting me wrist! — stay in there.

You're gonna break his arm! — fucking hell, alright!

Take it easy, Mark. Don't say nothing, alright?

Get back! — Ryan: Alright. Alright.

You touch that car, I'll kill ya.

He breathes heavily

you're gonna arrest your own boyfriend?

If I lose my job now, right, then you lose yours. Simple as that.

You can't be... — Chris: Rachel?

Rachel: This is a nightmare.

Just make a decision, I'll back you.

You're my partner.

I could kill him.

Chris: Rachel, look at me.

It's just a street bail, ok?

It's a bit of coke, it's not genocide. He's your boyfriend.

Listen, the job is not worth it.

Yeah.

Yeah? — yeah.

Get out, dickhead. — Mark: What?

Chris: Out.

Mark: What's going on?

I don't understand. You gotta be joking.

Lisa?

You called her?

Right, I'm sorry about that.

Yeah, of course, I know. I know.

I'll... I'll try her now.

Rachel: Right, off you go. — alright, love, I'll get back to you.

Steve!

What?

You wanna go to your mum's tonight, cos I... — no. You go to your mum's, Rachel.

Or go to your new boyfriend's.

Shut up, Steve, I just work with him.

Ok. He sniffs

Chris: Kate. The babysitter.

You need to be telling me or Lisa where you are gonna go, alright? Call me back.

You ok?

You did well, mate. Did well.

Right. So I'll bin that.

Unless you want it? — she chuckles

I appreciate this.

Don't mention it.

If you ever need to... — no, really. Don't mention it.

Don't forget it either.

Kate. I've rang ya four times, where the hell are ya?

Hey.

I'm sorry, Lisa.

No idea where she is, you tried her?

Yeah. I've tried like five times.

It's embarrassing, sorry.

There's 40 there. Thanks very much for staying.

Thank you.

Get home safe, ok? — Lisa: Alright, bye.

Chris: Thanks, love. — mobile phone buzzes

erm, right. Fix yourself a brew

get something out of the fridge, and then I'll check on tilly, ok?

Rachel: Yes, boss.

What? — Carl on phone: I can't get the money.

What do you mean?

What do you think I fucking mean?

Right, so you open a shoe box or go digging in the garden or something.

Look, I'm not Pablo Escobar, you tit. I haven't got it.

I've got outgoings. If I get some money

you know, leave it lying around, it's to pay suppliers.

So / get a cut, lspend a cut. That's how it is.

Right, so you're skint?

That's why I was steppin' up.

He mouths

so you can't pay me?

You give me the gear, right

and I'll weigh you in when it's moved.

Leave it out, mate. I'm not an idiot.

Look, you need to think about it.

If you know where it is, you've gotta ask yourself

”what the fuck am / gonna do with it?”

Because this shit's worthless to you without me.

I'm begging ya.

Don't fly and do this. Nobody's gonna buy that shit off you without me.

You need me here, yeah?

Carl, no money, no drugs.

Hey.

Hey.

Where's mum?

She's out with Ellie.

It's late. — yeah, I know.

You know I don't like anyone being out.

Lisa was here, wasn't she?

Nobody's ever here.

Yes, they are.

You weren't this morning.

I know, cos I had work stuff.

Everybody's always got stuff.

Hey, I'm sorry, kid.

Tilly: Who's that?

This is my friend, Rachel. Rachel, this is tilly.

Hi, Rachel.

Hi, tilly.

She's alright, in't she?

Good girl. Are you gonna go to sleep?

Yeah.

Alright, my darling, I love you. So much.

Sweet dreams. I'll be up in a bit.

Pop music plays faintly

Sorry. Ellie rang and I had to...

It's ok.

She'll be back in a minute.

Good night?

Yeah.

I miss you.

Don't say that.

I do.

You can't say that.

I know you miss me too. — no.

No.

Don't.

Ellie: Ready?

Ellie thinks I should leave Chris. What do you think, ray?

What? I just... I just want a man's opinion.

I mean, you know him better than anyone, right?

I don't know the ins and outs... But if it's not working, I mean...

Kate: Starting again...

Scary on your own, isn't it?

The stuff with his mum and that... I mean, is it the right time?

What?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Kate, you have to do what's best for you and tilly.

Kate: Yeah.

Nice wedding photo.

Look like borat.

Them taches where standard issue when I joined the job.

You know I got demoted, right?

You do know.

Well, I wasn't bent, Rachel. I know everyone says it, but I wasn't.

I was a lot of things, but they were wrong to think I was bent.

I never took a penny.

Anyway, Kate carried me then

and...

She's carried me since.

I haven't got a pot to piss in.

Alright?

What's he doing here?

He's Ellie's husband.

Yeah, but here though?

He picked us up.

You could've got a taxi. Where've you been, anyway?

Where've I been? — tilly's on her own.

How dare you ask where I've been? Where've you been?

Tonight, today, yesterday? I mean, you are never here

and now you've got a nark on because for once, just once

you've had to be a dad for five minutes! — right. Keep it down. Keep it down.

Ray was nice enough to pick me up, which is more than you'd ever do.

Did you talk to him about me doing counselling?

What?

Cos outside the school, that gobshite is telling everyone I'm having a breakdown.

Well, half the job know you're losing it, Chris!

Anyone could have told him.

Alright, don't... don't walk away.

Do you know, I've been walking away for years, Chris

it's just you haven't noticed, and that's the madness of it.

You know, I've been walking away from someone who isn't even there.

Keep your voice down. — what, keep my voice down?

Shall I go as quiet as you do when you lose your temper? Hey?

Or... or... or should I go quieter than that?

She whispers: Or should I go as quiet as you do

when you sit there silent for hours staring at the wall?

You know, when it was just sadness...

When it was just that, I thought I could get close to you and help you.

But now you...

You won't let me in, Chris. You are, you... you are gone.

I do try, you know.

I do try, you know, it just... swamps me.

I know.

I know you try, and I know that you love us

and we, god we love you... — he exhales deeply

but this? This isn't good...

For any of us.

Tilly.

No.

All of us.

I'm sorry.

Maybe you should leave.

He exhales deeply ok.

Oh, fucking hell.

Erm...

Can I ask you something?

I won't ever ask you again.

Have you slept with ray?

Again?

Fucking hell, Kate!

Dad?

Hello, darlin'.

Where you going?

Erm... just...

You coming back?

Yeah, I'll see you soon.

Is it my fault?

No. No, it is not your...

Come here. It's just me, I've got to go and get better, ok?

Please don't.

Ok, listen to me, I want you to be good for your mam.

Tilly: Ok.

I've got to go to work, alright?

I love you.

Tilly: Love you.

Alright, be a good girl. Have a good sleep.

I need to go to work. Night, night, darlin'.

Night, night.

Just leave it.

Engine starts

Alright, so if you need any further assistance

just ring the number on the top. — man: Yeah.

It's not worth it, alright?

Man: Alright. — alright, off you go.

Engine starts

He breathes heavily — sound distorts

Distortion increases

Rachel's voice echoes: Chris? Chris?

Hey.

You alright? — you what?

You alright? — yeah, just...

Me fucking head... me head's battered.

Is that just from...

It's tonight. You know, Kate.

And, er...

I should probably tell you, me mum's dying.

Your mum? — yeah.

She's got cancer.

Fuck.

Chris: Yeah.

And the care home fees, they're killing me...

Cos she just won't fucking die.

And now I'm homeless. That's good, innit?

Sometimes I just want to get in me car and drive until I run out of fuel, you know?

And just get out and walk away from it all.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Do ya?

Become a bin man or something.

Trawlerman.

I don't even like fish. I just fancy it. — he chuckles

How long have you and Steve been together?

Too long.

You alright?

Rachel: Yeah.

Time to go.

Alright. Cheers.

He sighs and chuckles

what a trawlerman.

Rachel: You'd make a great bin man, you know.

He chuckles don't get cheeky.

Rachel: I'm serious. You'd look great in the outfit.

He chuckles

gonna stop at the garage and get a drink, ok?

Rachel: Sure.

Can you park any further away?

The walk'll do you good.

Thanks.

Distant dog barks

car door closes

Ah. Orange?

That's what you wanted last night.

I wanted apple.

- Alright. - I'll go. I'll go.

I need a burst anyway.

Car door closes

Phone buzzes

Hello.

What were you doing at his house?

My wife knows his wife. It's nothing to do with our operation.

Well, you should 've told me that.

I'm not cool with this.

What do you mean?

You being... what, mates? It's a conflict of interest.

I've told you. This is professional.

Besides, he's... he's not well.

I don't think he's dodgy, I just think he's not well.

That's what he wants you to think.

You haven't seen him.

I need you to trust my experience here.

If you're not up to this, you need to tell me now.

I'll let you know.

Put it in. In the nozzle.

Put it in the nozzle. That's it, put it in.

Put it in the nozzle.

Put it in the no... that's it.

Well done.

Jeez. That's £8.80 please, pal.

Them phones charged?

Er, that one's charged, but they're all pretty shit.

I'll take it. Can I have one with a £10 credit.

Yeah. — thanks.

Dom on phone: Yeah, man? Who's this?

You don't know me.

I don't know anyone who rings this phone, dickhead, what do you want?

Er, I've got some coke to sell.

A big bag of it. Cheap. — what?

Thirty grand. — is that Iggy?

No. You don't... look...

I've come into possession of a bag of coke, right? A big one.

Lad, stop chattin' shit, and give your head a wobble, will ya?

Hey, imagine having a gaff round 'ere?

Boss Ken's round here, lad.

You couldn't live round here.

If I won the lottery...

Even if you won the lottery, which by the way, you don't do the lottery...

Nah, I do scratch cards.

But even if you won the lottery, which you don't do, you couldn't live round here.

Why not? — because.

Why? — cos you're thick.

I'm not thick.

Who would you talk to?

I dunno, have a bird if I lived round here.

But aside from the bird which you haven't got, who would you talk to?

Next door.

Round here's like doctors or solicitors or something.

Like, what would you talk to them about?

I talk to solicitors.

It's not the same thing, dickhead.

You know, like Carl and the money and that...

I would've done the same.

Would you actually?

Grand's a grand, innit?

Sick.

Hey, gan on this.

What?

Ready for this?

He grunts

no!

What are you doin', like?

Fucking hell, are you off your...

This is the turbo. — he chuckles

on me head, I can do it.

He laughs wow!

It's good, innit? — fuckin' state of ya

with your Michael Palin backpack and that.

Shut up!

Sorry.

Where we going anyway?

She whooshes

hey, I was good at shapes at school.

Miss connolly said.

She chuckles

dodecahedron, like. — she laughs

hey. — what?

Car alarm blares

ah, fuck!

Knobhead.

Casey: Grandad! No!

Marco: Erm...

Oh, I'd... I'd give it five minutes, lad.

Mrs Jones? — she's in the bin.

I'm s o rry?

My daughter, Alana. She's schizophrenic.

I can't do this anymore. She keeps coming back.

I keep kicking her out and she keeps coming back.

She needs help, proper help.

She won't take her tablets and they won't take her, and I can't do this.

Ok, sorry. So she's in the bin now?

She was shouting that the sheriff of Nottingham was after her.

I can't do this anymore.

The sheriff of Nottingham?

I know what's going on.

What's going on?

He can't afford to have me running around knowing what I know.

I'm a threat to him.

Ok, Alana, your mum says you've not been taking your tablets

and I think that might mean that you just, you need some help.

Alana: He wants me to take them.

Cos he knows they mess with me head.

Alright? Can't you see I'm in peril here.

Peril?

Fuchng".penl

there is no one here that is gonna to hurt you.

It's just me—— — we've haven't got time for this.

You know what I mean, like? We could be here all day.

You could've given me a bit of warning.

You coming out?

Voice over intercom: Hello?

Hi, it's the police. We've brought Alana back.

Here, do you wanna give us the keys, and I'll just, erm, grab some change

and get us some coffees.

Cheers.

Door buzzes

Phone rings

Wha... what?

You alright?

It was a rough night.

Know the feeling.

You schizophrenic?

Yeah.

You?

Anxiety and depression.

Bummer.

What you on?

He inhales deeply sertraline.

What dose?

Hundred mil. — she chuckles

yeah, you might wanna up it.

I might. Yeah.

My advice?

Take some time off work.

And erm, get some sleep.

You look like shit.

Yeah, you live in a bin.

Take it or leave it.

Door buzzes

here you go, love.

Thank you.

Alright? — yeah.

You ok?

Yeah.

Oh, Christ.

You know, I was just telling him that he should just take some time off work.

Stay out of it, Alana.

Woman yells

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, you get used to it.

I'll take that.

Listen, Rachel, tonight, it's between us, yeah?

Yeah, course.

Just find somewhere to sleep tonight, cos you're not coming to mine.

He chuckles

Why'd you buy a phone at the petrol station?

You what?

You spying on me?

No.

So why'd you buy a phone at the petrol station?

Well, if you must know, I want a new number away from Kate.

You looked at the intel system in the car.

You taking the piss? That's me job.

You hid it though.

I looked after you tonight.

If you're struggling, Chris, you can talk to me. I mean that.

Right, thanks.

Distant police siren blares

phone rings

oh, it's yours.

There you go. — thank you.

Hello?

He interrogated the intel system and bought a burner phone last night.

Yeah? — from a garage.

Ok. Tell me you got the number.

Yeah.

That's great well done, Rachel.

Oh, you filthy fucking... shit! — metal clangs

he exhales deeply

Phone buzzes

hello?

Gallagher: You want thirty thousand?

Who's this?

A friend of mine called to say that he'd spoken to you

about something that belongs to me.

So if you want money

I'm the person who's going to give it to you

assuming you're telling the truth.

Yeah. Yeah. Er, it's, coke, erm...

There's a lot. I don't know if it's cut, or... it's like, in a...

Sports holdall, a big one.

Why only thirty?

It's all I need

you haven't been doing this for long, have you?

Well, it's what I need.

Eight o'clock, calderstones park. The carpark off yew tree.

Yeah. I know it. — bring it, and you get your money.

Don't bring it, and you'll be sorry.

Boss.

Phone buzzes

yeah?

Gallagher: Lspoke to him.

Who?

Your policeman.

Why?

He's reached out to dom carver last night, trying to sell my drugs.

Carver rang me and now I'm fixing your mistakes.

I'm gonna kick the shit out of him.

David and Marcus will be there.

Oh, hang on.

I'm not, erm...

I... I'll sort him out. I know him.

Yeah, yeah. I'll let him know he was out of order, alright.

Calderstones at eight

yeah, sound.

You her boyfriend?

He sniffs

I'm her mate.

That's a relief.

Car door clunks

alright, dickhead! — Jesus Christ.

Chris: What...

It's alright, chill your beans. — what you doing here?

Saving your life.

What the fuck were you thinking?

What? I'm... — you're a bizzie.

What, they know? — course they fucking do.

Fucking hell.

You're alright. They won't hurt ya.

Why's that?

Cos you're my mate.

Where's the gear, Chris?

Sound distorts

high—pitched tone

Chris?

Fuck!

Here y'are.

Yeah, the money?

Walk away. — ah, mate, you're taking the piss.

I'll box you off for a few Bob when this is all over, but come on, lad

there's no way you're getting thirty grand off these lads.

You're fucking killing me, mate.

Go on, get back in the car and go home, mate.

Mate, I need this.

Alright. You think you do, but you don't.

Honest to god. You're dodging a bullet and half. Gizz it.

Is that a threat?

Not from me lad, from them, come on.

Fucking wake up, lad.

Chris.

That the bizzie?

Dirty fucking rat.

He unzips bag

yeah, we got it. Hang on.

Yeah. Looks like it.

Marcus is just testing it.

Just a second.

Come 'ere.

Marcus: Try it.

Marcus is asking him to sample it.

Carl sniffs

oh!

He blows his nose hard

what the fuck's that, lad?

Washing powder.

What have you done?

They chuckle

He spits

I swear down, I didn't know.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

He grunts — what the fuck?

Fucking hell, lad.

He exhales deeply

sound distorts

Distortion increases