Original subtitles

I know you try, but this... this isn't good.

You have to leave.

You alright? — yeah, just... me head's battered.

What do you know about Chris?

Only what ds mullen told me.

Ray organises cycling proficiency tests and lollypop men.

What?

What's he had you doing?

I am sick of being lied to!

There is something wrong with you.

Siren blares — why's he so angry with you?

Cos I robbed his cocaine.

Just pay him back then. — no, I robbed all his cocaine.

Jesus Christ.

There's no way you're getting 30 grand off these lads.

What have you done?

They laugh

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

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

I thought I was doing something good.

Someone wants to meet with you.

Heavy breathing

sound distorts

high—pitched tone

Gallagher's voice echoes: What have you done to him?

Distortion increases

can you hear me, Chris?

Have you taken something? Drugs?

I'm... a police officer.

Tell me what's happening.

It's a panic attack.

Has it happened before?

It's going to be alright.

Just try to breathe. Nice and slow.

Mm. — nose and mouth.

Count as you breathe.

He exhales deeply

Gallagher: One... — mm.

He exhales deeply two.

Gallagher: Two...

Chris: Three.

He exhales shallowly foun

Gallagher: Good.

He exhales deeply five.

Gallagher: Good.

Get him a chair.

Help him.

You only witnessed your friend's death yesterday.

But your job right now

right this minute, is to stay alive.

Do you understand that?

Footsteps approach

Greg?

Greg on phone: Is he there?

He's here.

H/ght questions and answers.

No messing about simple yes and no.

Right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Do you know where me drugs are?

No.

Did you swap them for washing powder?

No.

So it's the baghead girl then, isn't it?

Yeah.

Casey.

Do you know who you're talking to?

I'm Greg Gallagher.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah. — yeah, lknow who you are.

I know where you live.

I know where you work.

I know what you drive, I know what you eat, I know what you're thinking right now

so you will find that baghead and you'll get me drugs.

Get...

Er, I can't just, erm...

No, no, no. Shut up. No ”buts”.

You will find her cos we can't find her, right.

You've got no options, lad.

So you will just do as you're told. Ok, sausage?

Untie him.

Boti'le rati'les

they'll help... with the attacks.

Uh, thanks.

Alright.

He sighs deeply

Boti'le rati'les

Boti'le rati'les

Loud distortion

sound mutes — high—pitched tone

Steve!

Steve, open the door!

Open the fucking door now, Steve!

What? — man: People live here, you know?

I want you out of here today.

Did you hear me?

I'm sick of being treated like shit in my own home.

I pay for this place

and you've not contributed once since you moved in

which, by the way, I never even asked you to do.

I'm not a doormat, Steve.

Stop it now. Come on.

You changed the locks without even asking me.

Stop it. — no.

Fucking hell.

This isn't how I should live my life.

What did you say?

You going?

I can bag up your stuff for you if you like.

He sighs

Don't move.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Loud crash

loud clati'ering

drawer rati'les

Cupboard.

Please—— — get in the cupboard

or I'll fucking kill ya.

Get in the cupboard.

If I get home tonight, and you're not in this cupboard...

There we go.

In a bit.

Door opens and shuts

Tilly's voice echoes: Boo!

Inaudible

What?

I'm corrupt.

I've been taking money off Carl, for information

and now I'm on the hook with a major dealer

and I don't know what to do.

You are corrupt?

After everything that's happened, you...

She grunts — stop.

I'm tryin' to tell you, right?

Me mum's bills, I—— — I defended you. I stood up for you!

Carl's dead.

Carl?

Car... Carl's dead?

Wha...

Wha... our Carl?

Yeah.

Are you in danger?

Don't know.

Tilly?

No.

You fuckin' idiot.

Tilly!

Take my hand.

Tills, take my hand.

Casey: It's just salmon.

They haven't cooked it.

It's raw fish on me eggs.

You're such a bad divvy, you. They smoke it.

Fuck off. They what?

It's like posh salmon.

Salmon comes in tins.

Shit salmon comes in tins. Posh salmon comes like that.

Well, me nan was posh, and she got it in tins.

Your nan was a scruff and she robbed it off the asda.

Oh, my god. Tastes like foreskin, that.

How'd you know what foreskin tastes like?

Your ma told me what foreskin tastes like.

Well, if you don't want the salmon, we can go to maccies for something later.

Big kid.

Water runs — you can have the bed tonight if you want.

I'm gonna have a bath tonight.

With bubbles.

When I sell that bag, I'm gonna live this life forever.

Hey, have you seen the shower?

It's pure pressure, lad!

She chuckles

Even the mirrors don't mist up.

Excuse me.

She screeches: Marco!

Marco: Nah, lad, I can't go to the flat.

Nah, I can't, lad, cos she'll be there.

Lad... trust me, lad, she'll fucking be there. Where then?

Davey's? Alright, sound. Where is he?

Backamill street?

The fuck's backamill street?

Oh, the back of mill... alright, fucking hell! The back of mill street.

Sound, ok.

Meet you at da vey's place then. — sound. Alright, lad. In a bit. Ta—ta.

He sighs

Kate: Still haven't told me why.

Chris: I was up to me ears, hon. You know, with me mum... all that.

When I got demoted, Carl was good to me.

You know, he'd known me so long... We were mates.

I... I can make money.

Yeah, I know. — you didn't have to.

You didn't need to go to Carl.

Could've just asked.

That's it though, like, ask... Ask you for money?

That just makes it worse.

Worse than working for Carl.

He was me mate.

He was using you.

You weren't well, and you're not well now.

I think I might have to hand meself in.

How long would you get?

Ten years. Maybe more.

This was all I ever wanted.

To know where you were, where you are.

Ten years?

There's gotta be a better way.

Something to be gained from it.

Don't know. Justice?

Justice.

Where is the justice for tilly and me?

Hmm?

We are the ones who'il pay for it.

Think.

Figure it out.

I know you can fix this.

Dad, dad! — yes, darlin'?

Can you give me a push?

I'll be there. I'll be there.

He sighs fucking hell.

That's right. That's great, keep going.

This way.

You're doing... Whoa, watch out! It's fireman Sam.

Give us a minute, Mike.

Oh!

What are you playing at, ray?

I'm... running a proficiency test.

She's only got three months in the job.

She could get sacked. She thinks you're c and d.

I didn't tell her that.

You told her Chris was corrupt.

He is.

He is.

He bought a burner phone.

Rachel got me the number he called and, er, I—I traced it.

It's Greg Gallagher's sister.

I called the number, and she thought it was him... talked about drugs.

She talked about a drug deal?

Not exactly, but she was talking to him like he knew what was going on

like he was part of a deal.

There wasn't... detail, but...

How long have you got in the job, ray?

Twenty one years.

So I don't need to tell you about how important detail is.

You've got a doctor talking to someone who isn't well.

Even if she mentioned drugs, he could just say it's his medication.

It isn't enough.

Carl sweeney too.

What about Carl sweeney?

You remember him?

He used to hang around the squad like a bad fart.

I think he's trying to step up

and he... he's using Chris to give him a bit of weight.

Now, I can't prove that

but if I can, then... Then I've got the lot.

Yeah, this might be a shit job

but you are currently this close to losing it.

You need to stop. Think about what you're doing.

I can't fit it all together, but I know it's there.

Get help, ray.

You know I'm right.

Right, that's it! All passed!

Well done, certificates in the post.

Fucking yippee!

Well done, you can ride a bike.

Jodie...

I am trying to find a way through this for us.

So, Greg Gallagher.

What do you know?

She sighs I know that in the past

there's no way on earth that Gallagher would ever do business with the likes of us.

Mm—hmm. So why now?

Right out of nowhere...

Big bag of coke up front, no questions

cash down the line when it's out and sold.

Carl thought it was Christmas, but I knew it stunk.

But why now?

Cos Gallagher's desperate, that's why.

Everyone he's stashed his cash with is pulling up the drawbridge.

He's stuck in prison, on remand, staring down 20 years

and he can't pay his bills

so he did a deal with the one dickhead left who'd do a deal.

Right.

Greg's gonna get shiwed in the showers

if he doesn't pay what he owes.

How'd you know all this?

Carl tells me everything.

You with Casey?

I know she's got the fucking bag, Marco. Where is she?

I've sorted it. — sorted what?

The bag, lad. I've rung Ian and Barry. They're coming to get it.

Oh, fu... what? No!

No... listen to me, Marco

you cannot meet them two, or anyone else. Do you hear me?

Why? — cos they'll fucking kill ya, lad!

That's why, they'll fucking kill ya.

Now, where are ya?

Call Chris knobhead work.

Call Chris knobhead work on speaker. — phone chimes

automated voice: Calling ”chris knobhead work. ”

Phone dials

hang up.

Phone dials — cancel call!

Phone dials

Chris: Rachel?

Hi, Chris.

Yeah, I'm up the wall at the moment, mate.

Fflght er...

No, yeah, course, that's fine.

Sorry.

So what's up?

You still there? Rach?

Yeah.

What's going on?

Nothing.

You sound a bit echoey there, mate.

You ok?

Yeah, yeah. Fine!

You sure?

Voice ouivers yeah, just, er...

I don't think I'm used to...

I don't think I'm used to the nights yet, so...

I think I'm just gonna try and get my head down

and get some sleep.

Ok, as long as you're alright?

Yeah, fine. I'll see you to... I'll see you tonight.

Hang on, Rachel.

What the fuck's going on?

I don't... I don't...

I don't know what to do.

Rachel?

I... I can't hear ya.

He's... he's locked me in a cupb...

He's locked me in a cupboard.

He's locked me inside and I... I don't know what to do.

He's what?

He's locked me in the cupboard!

Jesus Christ fflght I'm on me way.

Mate, hold on.

Mate, can you open the door, please?

Keypad bleeps

fucking two. Flat three...

Intercom buzzes

Rachel?

Rachel?

Hello?

Phone rings

Rachel?

Rach?

Fuck sake, man.

Rachel!

Rachel: Chris?

Rachel? — Chris?

Hey. Hey.

You o... you ok?

You ok?

What's all that about?

You alright, lad?

Fuchnh"

did you think I wouldn't know where you were going?

Hey!

Sit down.

Ok, alright.

Give me that fucking bag!

Right, alright! Fucking hell...

So... you Rob them from me? — believe this, lad?

After everything I've done for you?

I took you to me nan's house.

I even let you have a shit in there, and what does he do, Davey?

Doesn't qush?

He robs me fuckin' drugs!

That was my one chance in life to change

and you took it off me!

You're me only mate. — I didn't Rob 'em.

Oh, he didn't Rob them, Davey. He didn't Rob them.

He just took them by accident.

I risked my life for that bag

and what it gave me, and you took it from me.

If you hate me that much

I never wanna look at you ever again.

Put it fuckin' down. — fuckin' 'ave it.

I was gonna give them back to who they belong to, alright?

That's what I was gonna do.

People like us don't win, Casey.

I was trying to save ya, talk about fucking hating ya...

Don't fuckin' believe this.

We could get away.

What? — don't you see? They're me chance.

My life's here. Alright? All my mates here.

I got me kid there, an't I?

It's what I know.

Why are you being so negative?

Me life's negative. What else am I gonna be?

I'm trying to change that for you! — yeah, well, I don't wanna change.

And you're not gonna change.

Mate, I just wanna... I just wanna stay here with ya.

Whatever. — I want you to be safe.

I just wanna be safe, ok? — whatever, mate.

Davey: Eh... eh?

Stay together, eh?

Eh... Davey muti'ers

it's hard.

Out here, Casey.

It's very hard.

If, er, if somebody loves you... That's, er...

That's your chance. Not... not that, no.

No. That... clown.

Vehicle approaches

Casey: Gotta go.

Barry: Eh, Marco! Don't run! — Casey: Ouick, get the bag!

Giz that fuckin' bag!

Give me the bag! — Marco!

Marco! — I'm gonna kill ya!

Get here now!

Run... run, forrest. He chuckles

Marco!

Run!

Casey: Run! — get here now!

He cackles

Marco!

You little bastard, come on!

Marco! — right! Right!

Ian: Marco, we just wanna talk, lad!

Why the fuck did you ring me up?

You sure you wanna do this now?

If I don't, I won't.

He's at work, yeah?

Yeah. — right.

Phone dials

phone buzzes — Casey: Who's that?

It's him. Lad, where are ya?

Where are you?

We've had to move. We're just off Flynn street, lad, we're hiding.

Hiding? — yeah, they fuckin'...

Yes, they're all fucking around us.

Oh, fuck.

Right, five minutes.

Do not move. I'll come and get ya.

Where are we going?

Oh, you don't want to know.

Ian: There they are! Look! — Casey: Shit! Run!

Which way? — Marco: Down here. Come on.

Ian and Barry yell

engine revs

Ian: Fucking hell.

Tyres screech

fuck! — Jesus Christ!

There they are, look! — fuck!

Marco: Open the door, lad. Ouick, get it open.

Casey: Go! Go! Go!

Right, go, go, go, go.

Marco: Yes, man! — Casey: Fuck off!

Rachel: What the hell is going on?

Marco, I know where ya live!

That's your fault, that is.

Marco and Casey laugh

hiya.

Chris: You two have any fucking idea how much trouble you cause me?

Right, out. Leave that bag.

I'll be back.

Hey, Casey?

Don't you fucking dare take my bag!

Leave it. Ok? Leave it.

Get to fuck. You're not getting it back.

You're not getting it back. — give me my fucking bag, mate!

Stay back. — give me my fucking bag!

Don't you dare take my fucking... She sobs

Alright, girl. Come here.

Come here. Come here. — fuckin' hell!

She sobs — it's alright.

It's over.

It's alright.

It's not fair! — I know.

I know, I'm sorry.

She whimpers

I know it's not fair.

What happened to Carl's not fair, is it?

I don't give a fuckin' shit about him.

Alright.

He's no loss and neither am I.

I don't matter.

Who said that?

Everyone.

Not me.

Course you matter.

Casey, listen to me.

You're gonna walk away, right?

You're gonna walk down that road, with him.

Leave these to me, yeah?

Marco: Come 'ed, case.

Come on then. Alright.

Good girl. Ok.

Ok? — yeah.

You'll walk down there... — yeah.

Hey, you do fucking matter.

Don't say that again. — ok.

Good lad. — come on, case. Let's do one.

You alright, yeah? — Casey: Yeah.

Rachel: They alright? — Chris: Yeah, they're fine.

What's in the bag?

Nothin'. Don't worry about it.

He exhales deeply

Casey: Can you hold my hand?

Marco: Yeah.

Engine starts

It was just a fucking coat hanger.

Yeah, but it wasn't the coat hanger keeping you in, was it?

It's your flat. You know that.

It's your life. Pisses me off. Don't let him take that away from you.

I thought you were a right dickhead.

I know, I saw your phone.

I spied on you for ray mullen.

Sorry.

Ray?

I gave him the number from the mobile you bought

from the petrol station the other night.

I'm sorry, Chris. — Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry for not trusting you.

He told me that he was c and d and I just...

What, he's c and d?

No, I... — Rachel.

Is he complaints and discipline?

He lied to me.

He teaches kids how to ride bikes.

Mate, he told me you were dodgy and let's be honest, you're not great, are ya?

I just try and make the job work, and do you know something?

I fucking do.

Give me Carson and you walk away.

Who?

Carson. Tell me what you know and walk away.

Who are you?

Detective sergeant ray mullen

and I have got a fuckin' cob on, so don't mess me about.

I know who you are, I know what you are

and if you don't cough up what you're doing with Chris Carson

I'm locking you up right now.

I don't know who you are talking about, and I don't like your attitude.

Where are you based?

I know you know him.

You'll be sorry. You will.

You'll be fucking sorry.

Barnes: I'm worried about Chris.

I saw him this week and...

Well, he looked like shit.

He's got a lot going on.

Did he, erm...

Did he tell you about his mum?

Yeah, she's not got long.

Oh. — yeah.

I hope you don't mind me prying.

I've got a duty of care to him, as a boss...

And as a mate. — of course.

This is awkward. She sighs

you don't have to answer this.

Thank you.

Ask me.

It's a mate question, not a boss question.

Is he getting better

or is he getting worse?

He's been seeing the job counsellor.

They gave him a few sessions.

He's got a lifetime of shit in his head

and a few sessions won't sort that.

No.

No.

What about his own doctor?

Rashid? He's great.

He tries, you know? He's a busy gp but...

He does care.

Chris mentioned a dr Gallagher.

He's brilliant.

Really helpful. — Chris said it was a she.

That's right.

You said he.

Did I?

Yeah.

Who is she?

His other doctor.

Other?

It's private.

For Chris, you know?

Has Chris seen much of Carl sweeney lately?

I thought you said you were here as a mate.

I am trying to help Chris. I really am.

So am I.

Phone buzzes

sorry.

Rachel: Answer it.

No. It's nobody.

I can't do it.

No, it's just gonna make things worse.

What, worse than being locked in a cupboard?

Maybe.

Phone buzzes

fuckin' hell, lad.

If you've somewhere else to be...

All the time in the world.

Seriously.

You're me mate.

Good luck.

Rachel: Steve.

Alright? What's going on?

Here's your shit.

Go back to your mum's and don't ever come back to mine, alright?

What do you mean? What you talking about?

We're finished.

Let's talk about this tonight, hey?

I mean it, Steve.

Come on. Later.

Do you want me to say it?

Or are you just gonna fucking go?

Later.

He hits me.

He hits me.

On my back...

On the top of my arms and legs.

Calls me a piece of shit.

He spits at me.

He locks me in cupboards and he tells me that he's gonna kill me in my sleep.

It's not...

You're a liar and a coward.

Don't ever come near me again.

Hey.

My office. Now.

Yeah. Steve clears throat

Right, we're doing this my way.

No.

No. No arguing.

You've gotta listen to me, ok?

If you want this to be sorted, this is how we're doing it.

What you talking about? Just...

Listen to me...

Ok, what do you suggest then?

Indistinct conversation continues

Rachel: You've got me driving around town with a bag of drugs in the car!

I could literally go to prison!

You're not going to prison. — It's got my DNA all over it, Chris!

You shouldn't have opened it then.

Don't you dare try to turn this into being my fault! Don't you dare!

The whole fucking finding Casey thing? That was her just then in the car, wasn't it?

Mm—hmm, mm—hmm.

And the... the... the... The dead guy? Carl?

He looked me in the eye and told me he was a drug dealer!

Is that bag why he's dead?

For fuck's sake, you're a drug dealer!

I'm not a drug dealer.

There is literally a fucking massive bag of drugs

two feet behind me in the fucking car, Chris!

I was just trying to help Casey.

She stole these drugs off some courier, right

and I got sucked in. I was trying to keep her alive.

I'm still trying to keep her alive.

Bullshit. — no, it's not, mate!

Well, why didn't you just take her into protective custody then?

What protective custody? You've been watching too much sopranos, mate.

Fuck off. — Jesus Christ!

If you want, you can lock me up. That'll get you off whatever hook you think you're on.

Think I'm on? — yeah.

I'm sorting it, ok?

How?

Throw the bag into the found fucking property locker

without booking it in.

What about my DNA?

Every copper in the bloody Nick's DNA will be all over it.

If anyone asks, which they won't

just say you kicked the bag out the way weeks ago.

I cannot believe I'm having this conversation.

Right, Rachel, if this all kicks off, I swear to god

you'll be in the clear. I'll cop the lot and keep you out of it, ok?

We good?

No.

No, Chris, we are not good. We will never be good.

So we ok?

Distant siren blares

I'll see you tonight?

Irvine: Come in.

Is this domestics?

Yeah, it is.

Are you new?

Yeah, I'm a probationer.

So, what's happening?

Do you want a brew?

Yeah.

Yeah. — yeah, it'd be nice actually.

Make yourself at home. Relax. I'll be back in a minute, alright?

Rachel: Thanks.

Seabirds cry

Car door opens

So what's he got on you?

I'm s o rry?

Well, I've been thinking, right.

This is not just a normal family thing.

You might tell yourself it is but we've all got family, this is different.

It's all wrong.

You're not the type.

I'm just doing what I have to do.

Right.

Where's the drugs?

Right. This is a yellow pedal.

It's evidence of a police seizure, it'll get Greg off the hook

with the people he owes money to.

He'll know what to do with it.

Fuck.

I'm still a copper, just.

You're still a doctor, right?

This is not our game.

We're not fucking drug dealers.

Paper rustles

that's proof the drugs have been seized by the police.

It'll stop Greg getting killed inside.

We good?

Yeah.

No surprises?

No.

Right.

She sighs

Barnes: Rachel?

Aren't you still on nights?

What is it?

I just need some help.

What is it?

It's... the job and, er...

Um...

Chris is just...

Chris?

What has Chris done?

Oh, it's...

It's me.

Think I need to take some time off.

If you need time off

take time off.

Nights are hard. You're not used to them.

Do your last one, sleep for a day or two, and you'll feel better.

Right.

Shall we?

Er, no, I'll just, erm...

I'll give you a ring.

Knock on door

So, there's enough gear in this bag to set you up for life

but if you take it, then I'm out from under.

This what started all this?

Yeah.

Anyone gonna come after it?

Well, someone's always looking for something

but we both know you can look after yourself, Jodie.

We're square now, yeah?

Hi. Y'alright?

I went to see your mum.

I paid the bill.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

For what I've done.

To us.

You know, my trouble, it's gone away now.

I'm gonna be better.

Footsteps on stairs — tilly: Dad, dad, dad!

Daddy! — hey, darlin'. Hey! Come here.

Give us a minute, yeah? I'll come up and see you.

Go on then. Good girl.

I really wanna make this work, Kate.

Cos my heart...

Is breaking...

With what's happened.

I know we can fix it.

I'm gonna speak to you.

Not bottle it up.

I love you so much. — I lied for you.

Deb Barnes came round here asking questions.

She was asking about... dr Gallagher.

Oh, fuck.

I told her she was your doctor. I lied.

Kate, you shouldn't have done that. — I know.

But I did...

Because I love you too.

He exhales deeply

Chris.

We have to make this better.

Haven't got a choice.

Music: "Pilgrim" by fink

Hey.

Alright, darling.

Got a new book? Let's have a look.

Wallaby chair/eg?

He's a detective. — is he?

Will you read it to me tomorrow?

Why don't you read it to me?

Come on, read it to me while I'm getting ready. Go on.

♪ Mm, come a long way ♪

♪ Come a long way ♪

Man: Alright?

♪ Not to ask the question that's been on your lips all the way ♪

♪ spit it out ♪

♪ the words come out, yeah ♪

You ok?

♪ Oh, it's already ♪

♪ oh, not as heavy as before ♪

♪ come a long way ♪

♪mm ♪

♪ come a long way ♪

♪ from small beginnings... ♪

Man on radio: Delta patrol to respond to a call marked ”lfi' lfi'”, please.

Report of a burg/a/y in progress.

Siren blares

♪ come big endings ♪

♪ from small beginnings ♪

♪ come big endings ♪

♪ from small beginnings ♪

♪ come big endings ♪