Original subtitles

Distant siren blares

I'm wra... I'm wrapped up in here, you know. In the head.

I thought I was doing something good.

Rachel: Who are you?

I'm a drug dealer.

You think Chris Carson's gonna come and help ya, don't ya?

Rachel: I just wanna do what's right.

Mullen: You're just helping me find the truth.

Maybe speak to your wife about your fears.

Have you slept with ray?

Kate!

Me head's battered... me mum's dying and now I'm homeless.

It's good, innit?

Why we even on this again? You got him demoted, ray.

I just don't understand why you hate him so much.

I'm starting to hate you.

Chris: Them phones charged?

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

You spying on me?

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

about something that belongs to me.

Bring it and you get your money.

Chris: What you doing here? — Carl: Saving your life.

What have you done?

Washing powder.

He grunts — the fuck?

Chris: I think I'm falling apart.

Sound distorts — he exhales deeply

Knocking on window

man: Time!

Carl: Chris?

Knocking continues

Chris?

He grunts

wake up, lad.

Chris?

A'i'i'endant: You're over your ticket!

Your ticket's until two o'clock. — yeah, ok, mate.

And it's two o'clock now, sir. — yeah. Alright.

Now fuck off.

Christ.

Seabirds cry

He breathes deeply

Phone buzzes

Where are you?

Nowhere.

I was worried about you. How're you doing?

How's tilly?

She asked about you this morning.

About hay... — no, Kate. Please.

Well, he made me feel happy again.

Just ..

In the moment.

Ife/t loved, loving...

And I really needed that.

And I wish that I didn't need that.

You just weren't there, Chris.

Right.

And / really, really wish it wasn't him.

And I know what you think he did to you at work.

I can't think about this now.

Well, I think maybe we need to. — honestly.

I haven't got it in me, Kate. Not now.

I'm not angry with you, I'm just beaten.

I wish you were angry.

Seabirds cry

can / hear seagulls? — no.

Are you at the beach?

Just don't worry about where I am.

Is this it?

All these years.

Fucking hell. Jesus Christ.

Shit!

Fucking... fuck.

Metal clati'e rs

He yells: Fuck!

Fuck!

Car door closes

Ellie: Are you fucking my husband?

Oh, Ellie, I'm so sorry. I never...

It's so difficult. I hated myself for it.

I wanted... I wanted to tell you but...

Your marriage is gone so you thought you'd take mine?

Ellie, please. That's not how it happened.

You mean so much to me. I'm so, so sorry.

Yeah, I can't believe it because, you see, I carried you, I helped you.

You were my best friend.

Tilly, get your stuff.

Kate: Ellie, please.

Door slams

I didn't mean to say anything. I'm sorry.

I heard you and daddy last night.

It's not your fault.

It's never your fault.

Come on.

Phone buzzes

her again.

He sighs bin her off.

Can't just bin her off.

What you gonna tell her then?

Dunno.

There's your problem right there then, lad.

He sighs

she breathes heavily

She sobs

Sound distorts

high—pitched tone

Carl: I'm saving your life.

The fuck were you thinking?

Bird warbles

Hello, erm...

Nothing to worry about, police.

Yeah.

Next door...

I don't get involved.

Right, erm, do you know when they're back?

She'll know.

Can you ask her?

She's not in.

Right. Have you got a number for 'em?

We don't get involved.

Well, do you know if their cctv works?

No.

Alright, I'll come back.

Yeah. You're welcome.

Phone rings

Yeah?

It's me.

Why you ringing me?

Because I wanna know what's happening.

Have you got something for me?

I gave you the number that Chris is using, what're you doing with it?

What do you think I'm doing with it?

I thought you'd have your team working on it by now.

This stuff takes time.

Well, then give me the number of someone else, so I can chase stuff up.

I'm your contact.

Who's your boss?

Rachel

I'm your contact.

Look, we 're doing the right thing

and it's gonna pay off for both of us.

Just trust me, ok? I won't let you down.

Gotta go.

Hello, love.

Oh, fuck... he grunts

I spend all day telling people they shouldn't smoke

and then I sit here where they can all see me from the car park.

I'm sorry about your friend.

What happened had to happen.

The first thing I want you to do is clean up after this morning.

And then I want you to get me the policeman. Alright?

What about the gear?

The policeman is the gear.

I'm not saying he has it.

I'm saying he knows who has it.

Or at the very least who had it last.

It's Casey.

Who?

The baghead who started all this.

She must have switched it

cos there's no way that copper would've turned up with jarg coke.

He isn't that stupid.

She might still have it.

It's ours, and people know it's ours.

Find her, find the copper

and get me my drugs back.

Alright? — yeah.

Sure? — you?

Look tired.

She sighs

You ready?

You can sit down.

He's me partner. Get up.

I don't care if you're Derek acorah, and he's your fucking spirit guide.

He's not coming.

He is coming. Get up.

Joe: This fella. The man we're gonna meet?

I've had to convince him to see us.

We aren't selling knock—off ciggies here.

This is a step up. This is dangerous.

People are looking for this stuff.

This guy, he's taking a chance.

We take him with us...

It's disrespectful.

State of him.

Col.

You tailing someone?

I'm a store detective. I'm tailing everybody, it's me job.

What happened to your grid?

Ellie. — he scoffs

hey, Carson? He's bought a burner phone.

What's that got to do with me?

Your mate, the one who works for the mobile company?

He scoffs piss off.

Oh, come 'ed, col.

No. — mate, I've waited years for this.

Please.

Calls, to and from.

Fuck sake.

Nice one, col.

Car approaches

Boti'le rati'les

He sighs deeply

Slot machine chimes

Get us a scotch, get him a lemonade, get something for yourself.

Do you want me to sit outside with a bag of crisps as well?

Clear head, dickhead.

But you can have a scotch?

I know what I'm doing, son, you don't.

Distant siren blares

Distant door closes

Distant door closes

Door opens — Rachel: You're early.

It's ten o'clock, innit.

Like I said.

Anything decent? — no, it's just shite.

Where'd you end up sleeping?

The beach.

Jesus. — yeah, beggars can't be choosers, eh.

How was it?

I smashed up a shit house.

Who?

No, not a "shithouse", a "shit house". A place where you shit.

She chuckles

are you serious?

You kip at your mum's?

Can't you tell? I think I've put on half a stone on already.

Chris, someone at the front desk for you.

Right. Who?

How should I know?

So you spoke to Steve yet?

No.

Look, if you ever want to talk, right? Sometimes it helps.

A mate.

I mean, obviously not me, like. What the fuck do I know?

Door opens

Karen?

Blonde.

Er, right. Come through.

Keypad beeps

sofa leather squeaks

That's better.

Can't you sit still?

It's all this sugar, lad. I'm off me tits.

Late. Text them.

You don't rush things.

I know what I'm doing. We just sit here and wait for them.

Was you a dealer, lad?

Casey: He was a burglar.

A safe cracker. And a good one.

Burglar.

Not houses.

Unless there was a safe in them.

If you was that good, why did you spend so much time in prison?

Joe: Wasn't that much time. — Casey: 15 years?

Not all in one go.

Go and get the ale.

Whatever.

Just like her mother. Always with the mouth.

Marco: Where's her ma now?

Joe: Nobody knows.

And nobody cares.

I didn't know what else to do.

So what are you doing here?

Carl hasn't come home. Has he called you?

No, why would he call me?

I know what you do for him, Chris.

Did you kill him?

What? Fucking hell.

No.

No. Who says he's dead?

He was scared. I haven't heard from him since.

Did you give Karen your name?

Who? — the front desk.

The woman on the front desk, did you give her your name?

No.

I phoned Ian, he wasn't interested.

I don't matter anymore.

Carl's gone, and I know he's gone because I don't matter.

Do you understand? — look, I can't get involved.

I've got no money. He's left me with nothin'.

Jodie... listen to me.

I'm sorry, but me job—— — I need money

and you're gonna get it.

Do you understand what I'm saying to ya? — hang on.

Hey. — money, Chris.

Jodie. Hey. Hey.

I'll not mention your name unless I have to

but I've got a daughter to look after, and I fucking will look after her.

Hey, Jodie. Fuck sake.

He sighs

He sighs — who was in the front office?

Just an old job.

Where you sleeping tomorrow?

God knows.

Engine starts

we're fucked, aren't we?

Tinny music plays

I'm trying to remember the last time I saw you, Billy.

What?

I'm just... just saying

it's a while since we've had a drink.

Eh?

Are these your lads, Billy?

Are they me what?

Your lads! Your sons?

Yorsons?

He yells: Put your hearing aid in!

I don't wear it, it's shite.

You can't hear anything with it.

Can't hear nothin' without it.

What did you say?

Nothin'.

I saw your lips move.

And if you speak again, you little bastard

I'll have one of these two take you outside and set you on fire.

Music: "Soul sister" by Allen toussaint

song becomes warped

♪ hey, you ♪

♪ hey, you with the curly bush on your head, baby ♪

♪ you know you're looking good you know you're looking good ♪

♪ you know you're looking good ♪

♪ soul sister, sister, sister ♪

♪ sister, ooh ♪

Music continues faintly on radio

she's got flu.

He scoffs she's fuckin' flying.

He whispers inaudibly

Billy, we... we don't even want wholesale.

I'm not buying.

It's free money.

And I know who it belongs to

and the only reason they're not here now is because I've known you for a long time.

Billy, I'm really sorry. I...

Billy.

Jesus Christ.

Tyres screech

Chris: You seeing this?

Tyres screech — whoa. Whoa.

Jesus Christ. — horn honks

wow.

Man mumbles

hey. — Rachel: Alright. Alright.

Hello, sir, can you get up for me?

Man grunts

can you get up for me, please? Alright.

Let's shut that. — god.

Hello, sir. What's... what's your name?

Liam. Father Liam.

Do you want to pull your trousers up, Liam? — oh, Jesus.

What's the point?

We don't want to see your knob.

Liam.

Liam, stand up for me, mate.

Stand up. Stand up. Look at me, Liam.

Look at me, right? — he grunts

Christ. Have you been drinking tonight, or are you ill?

I'm leathered. Absolutely leathered. — right.

I've drank a bucket full of vodka and I don't give a fuck.

Ok. Alright, mate. Ok.

Turn round for me, Liam. Turn round for me, mate.

There you go.

What have we got here?

Fucking seeing this?

There you go.

Look in there. Thanks.

Liam, come with me, mate.

Come with me. We're gonna go round to the front of the car, Liam, ok?

The car? — go round to the front of the car.

Rachel: Careful. — oh, Christ.

Have they fucking fallen down? — they're gone.

God almighty. Right, Liam, I want you to stay there for me, mate.

He mumbles incoherently — ok.

Check him for warrants, will you? Christ.

Hang in there, Liam.

Good lad.

Don't go away, Liam, please.

Liam grunts

Jesus Christ.

Hey.

Father Liam neeson.

You're joking. Liam neeson?

She chuckles st barabbas's in holt Lane.

He's got no previous, no warrants.

He's only round the corner.

Ok, Liam.

Liam: I'm a weak man.

Well, aren't we all.

Liam: I do terrible things.

Join the club, mate.

I meet young men and give them money to wank me off.

Liam sobs

we all need a hobby.

Oh, the misery of it all. I can't take it.

Oh, come on now.

It's just empty pews as I Bury the pensioners

who used to sit in them. I can't take it. He sobs

the things I've done.

Hey.

Liam, no one cares.

I care.

Don't you see, I care? I...

I was supposed to be a good man.

I'm a lie.

Everything about me is a... a lie.

What kind of man is that?

What... what good is a man who has no truth in him?

He's just a shell.

There's nothing of value left.

I just... I want this to be over.

Arrest me.

Stop this lie.

I'll clear the jail for one coming in. — no.

No, what?

Look at him.

He's pissed.

He's having a breakdown.

He's a drink driver, Chris.

I'm a drink driver. — yeah, well, we've all done it.

No, we haven't.

You know, in the old days.

I should go to jail.

Shut up, Liam. Father.

What's to be gained?

Liam: I have no life.

Fuck. He'll not do it again. — I probably will.

Shut... right.

He's under pressure, right, he made a mistake.

We... we can't just destroy a man's life cos he fucked up in the middle of a breakdown.

Look at the kip of him.

Honest, mate, I don't have it in me to ruin this man's life tonight. I really don't.

So what are we gonna do then?

Man on radio: Delta Romeo four seven?

Go ahead.

Can you take a look at a report of a car on fire, please, mate?

Yeah, will do.

Fuck sake.

Am I under arrest or what?

Fucking humiliated.

Fucking humiliated!

Me? — the pair of ya.

One chance you get with people like that. One chance, and you two...

She's smacked off her face! I'm having a meeting and she's sitting there, twisted?

How do you think that makes me look? Me own granddaughter?

What did he say?

Never mind what he bastard well said!

I put my reputation on the line for you!

People in this city respect me!

And you...

You're no better than that whore of a mother of yours.

She wasn't a whore!

She's a fucking whore! And you're no better than her!

She grunts

Joe grunts

you think I happened by accident?

Do you think that she took the road she did because she wanted to?

You made her!

I never put that shit in your veins.

You put the shit in our heads!

You made her, and she made me.

She let us down.

You let us down! She sobs

get off.

I can help you!

Dickhead.

What we gonna do now? — spend his doo la.

Ah, yes, lad!

They laugh

Delta, do we have an eta on the fire brigade?

No. No.

No.

Oh, fuck.

Ah, mate.

He exhales

sound distorts

distortion increases

Rachel: We know this car.

Eh?

The car. I recognise the reg.

I spoke to the driver the other night.

Yeah, he... he said he knew you.

Chris?

Are you alright? — yeah.

Yeah, it stinks, don't it?

Chris.

Phone buzzes

Let's see what you've been up to, shall we, Chris?

That's Rachel.

He clears his throat

phone buzzes

Gallagher.

Sorry, who's this?

Dr Diane Gallagher, who's this?

This is Chris... Carson.

I've been wanting to talk to you.

Why?

You know why.

Yeah. Yeah.

Are you gonna give me money?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Greg: What's up? — Gallagher: Somebody called me.

Greg: Who? — he said he was the copper Carson

but he wasn't.

I was half—asleep and I said my name, Greg, he knows my name.

Greg: Give that phone to David.

He'll be round yours soon. — Gallagher: You're always doing this to me.

I don't want to be involved and I can't—...

Greg: Just give the phone to David.

Do you hear me?

Yeah, alright.

Sound distorts

Er, so we pulled up behind the car and drove onto the track

erm, the fire was really well underway.

Anyone else bar the fire brigade been near it?

Just me and Chris so far.

And the radio room say it was called in by a passing motorist?

Yeah.

You ok?

M a.I am?

You've just seen someone on fire in a car.

I hadn't given it much thought.

Well, you will

so be ready for it.

M a.I am?

Er, I do know this car.

I spoke to the driver the other night, and, erm...

He knew Chris.

Assuming it's him in the car of course.

Did they speak?

No. — you didn't see them together?

I don't know.

But he was shady?

Well, he... he kind of said he was a drug dealer.

What?

Sorry, I sh...

Sorry.

What do you know about Chris?

Only what ds mullen told me.

Ray mullen? — yeah, from professional standards.

She chuckles

ray organises cycling proficiency tests and lollypop men.

What?

What's he had you doing?

Oh, look, I don't wanna know.

Ray mullen has had a feather up his arse about Chris

ever since the squad got disbanded.

He thinks Chris cost him his career.

They call him Willy wonka.

Whatever he's got you doing, I'd stop it if I was you.

Sound distorts

fireman: You alright, mate?

Yeah, just smoke, you know.

It's all yours then.

Thanks.

Barnes: You've got mud on your trousers.

Oh. He chuckles

come on, show me what we've got.

Chris: So what's she told you?

How you doing, skip?

I'm not the skip anymore. You are.

You'll always be my skip.

I wish you'd tell me payslip. So come on, what'd she say?

That you know the car and the buck who owns it.

Yeah, she's right.

Did you know he was a drug dealer too?

Er, no. No, we weren't mates.

I just knew him from school, like, years ago.

I see him around, you know

across a bar, in the gym, a nod and a hello.

Barnes: Not anymore.

Well, no.

Nothing else you wanna tell me?

No.

How's Kate?

She's good.

Your girl?

Ah, she's great, yeah.

Watch yourself, skip.

I'm alright.

You said that last time. — mm—hmm.

We'll take it from here, inform the next of kin.

You get back out on patrol.

Rachel: What did she say?

We're informing the next of kin.

What is it? Are...

Are you upset cos I told her you knew the guy in the car?

I'm upset cos you told her I was mates with a drug dealer.

Well, I'm sorry.

Were you though?

You taking the piss? — no, I'm not.

See, this is what I'm talking... This is what everyone does.

Christ. As soon as anything kicks off, right, people look at me.

Oh... — Jesus Christ almighty.

You've known me two minutes. — I only...

And you're doing what everyone else does. — I... I only said what I saw.

What you saw? Just use your head, you know.

Think who you're talking to.

I do use my head.

I only said what I saw.

What you saw. Thanks.

Right, we're here.

Have you got your hat?

Yeah, I've got my hat.

Great.

You have to get to the point quickly, tell them outright.

You know, he had a daughter, same age as tilly.

Shit.

Don't hug or touch 'em if they start crying.

Yeah, right.

Hello. Mrs sweeney?

Yeah.

Can we come in, please?

Thanks.

All we can say for certain at this time

is that it's his car

and there was a person inside the vehicle who is now deceased.

She sobs

Sobbing continues

we don't know for certain that it was your husband in there just yet though.

I know it's him.

Well, why do you say that? Was he in danger? Suicidal?

Was he having problems? — no.

Chris: Rachel, would you make us a tea, please?

Thank you.

Jodie. Jodie.

That's all I could get you.

What's that?

I need money for Lexie, Chris.

Why do you think I was working for him in the first place?

This is about my daughter!

You will get me more money, Chris.

God.

The thought of him knowing he hadn't provided for our Lexie.

Do you think he knew?

What was happening when they...

When it...

When it...

He would have wanted to say bye to her.

He loved her so much, Chris.

Imagine it was your little girl waking up in the morning to this.

I can't.

Erm, I just wanted to ask... — you'll hear about him later

and think he was a bad man.

You will.

Drug dealer. Wide boy.

He was, but he did bad things for good reasons.

He was a man

that just wanted to provide for his family.

It was all he had.

It was all he had.

Would you like some milk?

With the tea.

Leave her.

Just put some in.

Cid, they'll be here soon

and they'll wanna talk to you, but if you're not feeling up to it...

I know how to deal with the Jacks, love.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, jodes.

I know. He was your mate.

Yeah. Knobhead.

She chuckles

listen, when cid arrive...

We weren't here, ok?

Chris?

Yes.

I really hope you're not mixed up in this.

No.

Alright then. Don't forget me, and I'll forget you.

Right.

Rachel: You can come to ours if you want.

My mum and dad's.

I gotta do something first, but I can meet you there later if you like?

Thanks.

But no thanks.

What about you and, erm...

Steve. — the lovely Steve.

Settle down when it settles down.

Always does.

You don't have to be unhappy, Rachel.

Says you.

Maybe you should bell her. Maybe she'll have you back.

She shouldn't have me back.

Better than the beach.

You're not as much of a twat as you think you are, Chris.

I'll go make the tea.

Don't forget the milk.

What?

You, before.

"Er, milk? Ii

oh, god.

In timid voice: "Hello."

I didn't know... I didn't know what to say.

I felt like a proper arse.

No, it's alright.

You did good.

I'll be in.

Yeah. Yeah.

Mind how you go, skip.

Yeah, you too, debs.

Hey, erm... what did the wife say?

The husband's shady but she's not giving anything away.

She's been around too long for that.

My guess is he's either topped himself after getting para on gravel

or he's been ended for pissing on someone's chips.

It's a shame, with the kid and all that

but it's the game he was playing.

Yeah. He sighs

you get to bed, Chris. You look like shit.

He chuckles

cheers, you too.

He exhales deeply

I got you a tea. — you lied to me.

No, I never. — Willy wonka?

He's bent. I've got proof.

You used me! I could lose my job.

I thought you had something about ya, but you're just a st—...

I am fucking sick of being lied to!

There is something wrong with you.

You're a liar!

You can't see past what happened when you lost your job!

Willy fucking wonka?

If I ever hear off you again, I will make sure you get sacked.

Alright?

Alright?

You owe me two pieces of toast, lad.

He sighs deeply

Christopher?

Sorry...

Didn't mean to wake you.

Take my hand.

Shh, now.

It's going to be ok. Come on.

God, I try so hard.

Having to keep it all in, I just can't do it.

He exhales deeply

shh, now.

It's gonna... It's gonna be alright. Come on.

Mum.

Me and Kate, right.

I'm sorry, but I've ruined it.

And tilly...

It's all gone, I think.

Hold me.

Please.

Yeah. He sighs

you ok? — yeah.

Yeah?

Hey.

Carl...

He's dead.

Carl sweeney? — mm.

And it might be my fault, mum.

I... I could go to prison.

Carl was me mate, mum, but he wasn't a good guy.

Right? He was mixed up in stuff.

Carl? — mm—hmm.

And... and so am I.

What?

Christopher?

He sobs

he exhales

Hey, put your arm round me.

Put your arm round me. Alright.

She sobs

come on now...

This isn't you.

You're better than this.

God, just tell me what to do.

You fight.

That's what you do.

You fight.

You keep fighting... — mm.

Then you can't be beaten.

Steve?

Can you open the door, please?

It's my flat. You can't look me out. Can you open the door, please?

I could have you arrested!

Phone buzzes — there you go.

Chris?

Hey, you and til/y ck? Where are ya?

What?

We 're at home. What's going on?

I love you, that's all.

I love you.

Right, I'm gonna go.

Chris?

Doorbell rings

Fucking hell.

Cctv, lad?

Thirty years old.

Black and white shite.

Someone wants to meet with you.

Music: "Kiss the sky" by Shawn Lee's ping pong orchestra

♪ I hold my head up just enough to see the sky ♪

♪ and when we go we won't go slow we'll put up such a fight ♪

♪ when they fade into the dust and into ash ♪

♪ but all the children know this pain will surely pass ♪

♪ strong and wise and you are love ♪

♪ and when the tide it comes you will float above ♪

♪ and you will be one day exactly what you are ♪