All language subtitles for The.Walk-In.S01E04.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_[ENG]_non-SDH

- Armed police! Show me your hands!
- All right!

The only people I told...

was National Action.

In exchange for the immunity,
they...

the police want you to give
them everyone, not just Renshaw.

I’m only talking about Renshaw.
That was the deal.

Do you honestly think...
if Lythgoe and all the others

had any proof that
it was you and not Garron Helm,

they wouldn’t hesitate to chop you
into little pieces?

This is the way it works.

We give you a new identity
and we help you find a job.

You’ll leave all this behind you
and become someone else.

What if I don’t want to become
somebody else?

He’s not gonna do
the witness protection.

I know how he feels.

They’ll just erase everything,
like he never existed.

Won’t take them long to figure out
he’s the only one not arrested.

I got it all wrong.

I know who the rat is now.

Can you confirm your name
for the tape?

Robbie Mullen.

- Where are you gonna put him?
- I’ll think of somewhere.

Robbie, come on, lad, wake up.

Where are we?

Hi, love.

Ally, this is... Robbie.

- Hiya.
- Hiya.

You’re not my dad.

N-no.

Sorry.

So, this is ridiculous.

He’s just gonna live with us now?

We don’t know
the first thing about him.

It won’t be for long.

Yeah, well, I think it’s dead tight
having Mikey sleep on a camp bed.

Well, now the others were arrested,

I couldn’t just leave him there,
could I?

Because you know
what my problem is?

He’s got a target on his back now
cos of what he’s done

and you’ve brought it into our home.

I had no choice.

You’d have done the same thing,
Ally.

My mum lets me have them sometimes.

Do-Do you want some?

I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.

That’s right. Good lad.

But... Robbie’s not a stranger.

He’s your dad’s mate.

OK?

Go on.

- Do you want a brew?
- Yeah, whatever.

I don’t like tea.
I only like hot chocolate.

Morning.

Go on. Go in, he doesn’t bite.

- What football team do you support?
- Man United.

Who do you support?

- Crystal Palace.
- Crystal Palace.

- Yeah, Crystal Palace.
- We hate Man U, don’t we, boys?

- Yeah.
- They’re sh...

Shocking.

Yeah.

Go, go. Go.

Hello?

All clear? Yep?

Hello?

All right?

- Did you just try and call me?
- No. Where are you?

L-Look, I’m sorry
I’ve not called you, but I’ve...

had to go away.

W-What do you mean, “away”?

I can’t tell you.

What the fuck’s going on, Robbie?

Look, I’ve got myself into...

a bit of trouble and...

I’ve had to go away for a while.

Robbie, where are you?

- I can’t tell you, Nat.
- Why not?

Cos I don’t want to put you...

and Ellie in... in any danger.

I shouldn’t even
be calling you now,

but I just...

wanted to hear your voice.

Robbie, Robbie...

whatever it is, we can sort it.

- I-I can help you.
- You can’t, Nat.

I’m sorry. Just give...

Give Ellie a kiss for me, yeah?

- Robbie...
- And don’t call me, cos I won’t be answering.

Who was you
on the phone to, Robbie?

Just my sister.

Well, maybe you...
shouldn’t call her for a while, eh?

Just until after the trial.

Yeah.

I didn’t do any of that stuff
with those boys, Dad.

It’s not true.

My phone was hacked.

Matthew Collins posted all that
to assassinate my character.

I seen it when I worked at Dixons,
I know how it’s done.

What about the MP?

I know who the informant is.

It’s this slug called Robbie Mullen.

Apparently, someone tried his phone
and he answered it,

which means he couldn’t have been
arrested like everybody else.

We thought it was him before, but...

well, now we’re certain.

There’s a lot of people
that won’t forget what he’s done.

- To me, to me, I’m here!
- Yes, he’s given it...

Mine.

- There you go.
- X!

Square, square, square!

Get the ball,
get the ball!

I wanna get the keeper!

Are we all right?

Always.

I promise you,
he won’t be here for long.

OK.

- You look gorgeous.
- Thank you.

Come on.
I’m starving.

- Pass it in over there.
- Go on!

Right. There we go, there we go,
take it round him.

- Take it round him!
- Yeah, come on!

Come on, boys.
Get yourselves ready.

Just a minute, Dad,
we’re in the semis!

We might be able to get Ronaldo.

Well, forget Ronaldo,
you’ve got to get ready.

- You deal with it.
- Why am I dealing with it?

Got to get my coat on.

Hey.

- Right...
- No!

- Game over, game over.
- No!

Thank you, Robbie!

Come on, we’re going out
and having some dinner together.

Never mind Ronaldo.
He’ll be there tomorrow.

I know, I’m evil. I’m an evil mum!

Number seven, lasagne al forno,
£8.99 please.

Babe, you don’t have to say
everything on the menu.

- What do you want, Rob?
- I dunno. Whatever.

What you having?

I’ll have
the spaghetti Bolognese, please.

- I’ll have one of them as well, please, mate.
- Billy,

what you having?

Dunno. Whatever.

Hey! Keep that up,
you won’t be having anything.

- OK, lasagne al forno.
- Copier!

Right. Can I have
the chicken parmigiana, please?

Thank you.

Why don’t you have the Bolognese, Rob,
like me and Mickey?

Yeah, if you like.

It’s dead nice.

All right there, Robbie?

You don’t look like you’re enjoying it.

Nah, it just tastes a bit funny.

Shall we order you something else?

- Nah.
- Are you sure?

Dessert or anything?

You don’t have to wait for us.

They’ve got tiramisu.

Nah.

What’s going on, mate?

You’ve got a face like a smacked arse.

- What do you mean?
- You haven’t touched your food.

Sorry.

You’re sitting there moping.

Look, you’re ruining it
for everyone else.

Look, I’ve never been
to an Italian restaurant before.

- Never?
- Take the piss if you want, but...

I didn’t know any of them names.
It just... tasted funny.

If you must know, I’ve never been
to a proper restaurant like this.

You should’ve said something.

- What, never?
- No.

He said the only places
he’d ever eaten out in

was McDonald’s, Burger King and KFC.

Look, I know he mopes round
the place like a big baby,

but I can’t help
but feel sorry for him, you know.

Our Danny’s had more life experience
than he has.

- He can come with me tomorrow.
- Yeah.

To be fair,
it can’t be much fun being a racist.

You know what I mean?
Being a member of the far right.

Look at this fella here.

He was one of the leading lights
of the far right in this country.

Horrible. Nasty. Vicious.

That’s me... in that photograph.

20 years ago.

Thanks very much,
mate. Nice one.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

Ta, mate.
Thanks.

Gets them every time, that photo.

What’d you think?

Oh, come on, don’t make me
throw water all over you again.

All those kids listening to you...

What if I think differently to ’em?

Look, Robbie, lad,
if I can change, then so can you.

What if
I don’t want to?

So, the police raided
the National Action gym yesterday.

- Unfortunately, it was the wrong gym.
- Joking!

We fucking published images of it
on our website and everything!

Apparently, they went
to the wrong industrial estate.

So, if there is anything
incriminating at the real place,

anything proving it was still
being used by National Action...

- Then it’d be long gone, yeah.
- That’s just complete incompetence.

And arrogance.
All they had to do was call us

and ask us
to verify the address.

And there’s more bad news.

Apparently, Renshaw’s gonna claim

that we planted all the paedo stuff
on his phone and his computer,

and that the whole plan
to kill Rosie Cooper

was made up by us and Robbie
to discredit him.

- What about the machete they found?
- Well, that definitely helps,

but the fact is that the key
to the prosecution case

is now gonna be Robbie.

Yeah, because he was in the pub

the night Renshaw announced
what he was gonna do.

Which is why I’m fielding
calls from the police every day

asking us to persuade
Robbie to take witness protection.

Yeah, which we’re not gonna do.

Which we are not going to do.

Tonight’s final meal
is served up by 35-year-old Nick,

who promises an entertaining evening

featuring his beef shin
and mushroom casserole,

with a little bit of help...

- Robbie!
- Hey. You all right, lads?

- Do you want to play FIFA?
- Yeah, give us a minute.

I wanna see if the queer wins a grand.

- He’s so bent, you wouldn’t even believe it.
- Robbie...

can I have a word?

Well, take your coat off.
Put the cartoons on.

Shut the door, please.

What?

We don’t use that word here.

What word?

“Queer.”

It’s not a word
I want my sons to use.

OK.

Faggot?

D’you know, I don’t think you’re
as stupid as you’re making out.

- What?
- You know what.

It’s homophobic and it’s nasty.

- He had make-up on!
- So?

Well, it’s not right, is it?

Says who? Go on.

What exactly
is your problem with gay men?

Don’t like ’em.

- Why not?
- Well...

it’s weird, innit?

- Why?
- Because they shag other blokes.

What difference
does that make to you? Billy...

out, babe, I’ll come
and get you in a minute. Go on!

I don’t like ’em.

- It’s unnatural.
- You’re behaving like a bigot.

- Cos I don’t like dick up my arse?
- You should be so lucky!

You’d have to find someone
who’d want to put it there first!

Where’s your mum?

In the kitchen.

Haven’t you got any homework?

Done it.

Yeah, I had a lovely day, thanks.

Hiya.

Where is he?

He’s upstairs, sulking.

- What happened?
- We’ve had words.

What’s going on?

Get your shoes off the bed.

What’s wrong?

Nothing.

You know,
we don’t like hate in this house.

It’s not hate.

I-I don’t hate ’em, I just...

I don’t like ’em.

I’m allowed
not to like somebody, aren’t I?

What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s...

It’s only a name.
Everybody calls them it.

Nobody I know does.

They even call themselves it.

Why can they say it, but we can’t?

That’s different.
You’re using the word to be nasty.

Do you know anyone
who’s gay, Robbie?

- No.
- That’s wrong.

Remember lovely Brenda?

That woman that picked you up
from your place,

drove you all the way down to
London,

looking over her shoulder,
making sure we weren’t being followed

by any of them
National Action nutters, yeah?

Yeah, well, she’s gay.

Yeah, well, lesbians aren’t as bad,
are they? So...

You’re a fucking piece of work,
you are, lad.

You know what? You... do
all this stuff with them students,

milking it about how much you’ve changed,

how much of a better man
you are now,

yet you thought exactly the same way
as I did

when you were my age, didn’t you?

So why don’t you just fuck off
with your preaching?

Nick?

Do you reckon there’s any money in
the budget so I can take him away?

The lad’s never been
abroad his whole life

and at least then
I can give Ally a little break.

- Maldives? Caribbean?
- Don’t take the piss!

He’s got to start experiencing
different things, hasn’t he?

Really?

OK, yeah. Look,
why don’t you phone your missus

and tell her you’re
bringing him home tonight?

- I’ll find you the money.
- Thank you.

Ronnie?

Uncle Ronnie!

Matthew!
Look what the cat dragged in!

You OK?

- Nice to see you.
- Let me have a look at you.

Oh, God,
you’re looking more like your ma...

and I don’t know if I’m
insulting you or insulting her!

I see you’re still running
Rudolph’s nose in for him!

Oh-ho-ho, you little shite.

He’s a sharp one, this fella.

Wanna be careful
he doesn’t cut himself.

This is Robbie,
who I was telling you about.

- Robbie, this is my Uncle Ronnie.
- Hello, Robbie.

He’s a Man U fan.

Well, why didn’t you say so?

Sit down there, Robbie, beside me.
Good man.

Do you want a pint, lad?

- I’ll have a Coke, please.
- No, you will not.

He won’t have that piss here tonight.
Get him a Guinness.

So... what do you think, Robbie?

This fella Pogba, has he got it
or is he just a show pony?

I think he’s useless.

Should have sold him
back to Juventus.

That’s what I said!

Matthew, why didn’t you tell me you
brought a genius along to see me?

You all right, lad?

Yeah, I didn’t
think I was gonna like Guinness

but it goes down pretty well,
don’t it?

Yeah, it looks it, yeah!

How you getting on with Uncle Ronnie?

Yeah, he’s sound.

- Top man, eh?
- Yeah.

What’ve you been talking about?
You’ve been talking all night.

Mate, I couldn’t tell you.

I can’t understand a word
he’s saying, to be honest!

He’s a good lad.

I can’t believe it myself, I can’t
normally get a word out of him.

What were yous talking about?

I haven’t the foggiest.
I can’t understand a word he fucking says!

He said the same thing about you!

Matthew, listen now.

He’s not bad.

He’s just lost.

He’ll get them.

Get yourself something nice.

The room’s spinning.

Don’t shut your eyes.

How did you get involved in this?

To what?

In this, like me.

In the... NF or the BNP,
whatever it was called.

It’s a long story.

Man, I’m drunk.

It’ll do you good.

You don’t have to go home, you know.

What?

You could stay.

Ronnie said he’ll sort you some digs
and get you a job

if you want to stay.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And if you tell the Irish
you’re here for political reasons,

they’ll never extradite you.

Do a runner? Live in Ireland?

Yeah.

Well, you’ve done the hardest part,
haven’t you?

You saved two lives.

What would happen with the charges...

Renshaw and the others?

They’d still go to trial.

They’ll have a better chance
of getting off

if you’re not there, like, but...

Well, the right thing to do
is to go home, Robbie.

But you do that and...

you’re gonna have to stand up
in court and face them.

You’re gonna have to give evidence
against all of them.

Get some sleep, man.

Turn the telly off.

- All right, love?
- The police are here.

Don’t let them in. They’re probably
just after my laptop.

- No. It’s about the boys.
- What? What are you on about?

Fucking keys! Someone’s made
a threat against them.

- What?
- Matthew, they know their names.

- They’re saying they’re gonna hurt them.
- What you on about?

The police think
it’s a credible threat.

- All right, calm down, will you?
- Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!

- Right, where are the boys now?
- They’re in school.

I’m just on my way
to go and get them.

- The police are coming with me.
- Listen, I’ll try and get

- an earlier flight, OK?
- All right.

They’re saying it’s something
to do with National Action.

Listen, listen.
Look, I’m, I’m...

I’m leaving here now, OK? I’ll be on
the next flight as soon as I ca...

Hello?

W-What’s up, Matt?

I’ve got to go home.

What? Why?

Some of your old mates have
threatened my kids, that’s why.

- What are you doing?
- I’m coming with you.

Are you sure
that’s what you want to do?

Yeah, I-I wanna go back.

Right, get your shit together.
Pack a bag. Come on. Let’s go.

Can you just wait there, please?

I don’t want you inside,
you’ll scare the kids.

All right.

Excuse me?

Excuse me? Hiya.

So, what is it
your husband actually does?

I can’t talk about it. I’m sorry.

And we’re not married, actually.

I note that you’ve asked in the past

for your children not to appear
in the end-of-year school photos.

Yeah, that’s right.

It’s just that I want to make sure

this doesn’t become a safety issue
for our other pupils.

I understand.
The police are saying that it’s...

not a danger to anybody else,
just a precaution for my family.

I’m sorry.
Matthew’s work involves

dealing with...

He’s sort of a journalist.

Hello! You all right?

Why are we going home?

Cos we’re gonna go
and see your dad.

- Cos he’s been away.
- Is Robbie with him?

Look, I’m... I am...
I’m really sorry about all this.

I’ll be in touch when things
are a bit clearer. Thank you.

- Come on, boys. Thank you.
- Goodbye. Bye.

Go on, out you go.
All right, steady on!

Has this happened before,
this kind of thing?

Not with me kids, no.

But I get threats to my family
all time.

A few weeks ago, some fella
threatened to rape my mother.

They’ve been trying to get
to your kids for... a long time now.

They wanted to use it against you

so you’ll stop writing
articles about us.

Did you tell them
where me kids go to school?

What do you mean?

Someone’s told them
where they go to school,

and now they’ll
have to move school again.

Look, it wasn’t me! I would...

I wouldn’t do that to you, would I?

Are you sure it wasn’t you?

Cos you’re never off
that fucking phone!

S-Sorry, Matt.

It wasn’t me.

OK. So, you can
reach that easily, yeah?

- Yeah, that should be fine.
- OK.

So, that will send an alert
to the Met switchboard.

And you said you want it to trigger
the house alarm too?

Yeah.
If you can do that, that’d be great.

Yeah, OK.
Give me a minute.

- Thanks very much, Lee.
- Any problems, give us a call, yeah?

- I will do, thanks.
- OK.

What’s going on, Mum?
Who was that?

Nothing’s going on.

I just thought your dad might be
home a bit early

and it’d be nice if we were all here
when he got back, that’s all.

Stop worrying!

I’ve asked my mum
can we go and live there?

Me and the boys.
Not you.

What’d she say?

She said yeah, if it’s what I wanted.

And is it?

I’m this close.

You see, when they start
threatening my kids,

that has to be the end of it.
Do you understand?

Yeah, I agree with you.

Maybe I should look
for something else.

Yeah, maybe.

What’s going on
with soft lad upstairs?

We had words.

About what?

I asked him outright if he’d
been in contact with his old mates.

Please tell me you don’t think

he had something to do with
what happened today.

- I don’t know.
- They knew the name of the school.

They know my kids’ names!

Look, love, there’s loads of nutters
out there that wish me harm.

Yeah, but how else would
they have got that information?

There’s ways.

Christ.

It’s all starting to look like a bit of
a coincidence, though, love, innit?

Yeah.

Why are we not going
to school today?

Cos you’re gonna your nana’s, unless
you want me to take you to school.

No, I’d prefer to go to Nana’s.

- Thought so.
- Good lad.

Put your belts on.

- Bye, Dad!
- Bye.

Thank you.

Sweet.

See you later, lads.

What was you
looking under the car for?

I was looking for a car bomb.

So, remember that next time
you want to make calls

on your mobile
that you shouldn’t be making.

Now I’m going out for a bit.

Stay off the fucking phone!

Yeah, don’t worry, Mum.

No, the school will e-mail
about the kids’ homework, yeah.

Yeah.

Just remember Mikey’s the most important.

He’s got his SATs coming up.

Yeah.

Yeah, don’t worry, Mum.

I’ll come round later.

Yeah, I’ve got the police in at one.

Hang on a minute, Mum.

Oi! Oi!

You’re not supposed to be on that!

What?

No, don’t worry, Mum.
No, it’s fine.

- Where’ve you been?
- Sorry, I had a work thing.

What’s going on?

- Where’s Robbie?
- He’s upstairs.

The police know a bit more
about what happened yesterday.

- What?
- It was my fault.

What do you mean?

All right?
Take a look at these.

I bleeding told you to keep
this Facebook account locked down.

Fuck off, you. I told you
not to bring a terrorist home.

Your wife’s account was private.

The problem is, you can still
see her friends on her account.

They went through all the friends’
accounts and found one

that wasn’t locked,
then tracked the photos that way.

- So, who took this photo?
- It was Temi’s mum.

Look, she wasn’t to know
and I didn’t realise.

And you posed for
the hotel photographer in Portugal?

I’m sorry, Matthew.
We were on holiday.

Where were these images posted?

We found them on a thread
in a mobile phone

seized yesterday during the arrest
of a far-right activist in Scotland.

We believe the original posts
are linked to National Action.

But how did they find the school?
You can’t... There’s no...

There’s no sign of it
in this picture.

Unless you have your location
services turned off on your phone

at the time, you can actually
ask Google where the photo was taken

and it’ll give you an address.

Most people don’t realise that.

It’s terrifying.

Did you enjoy your trip to Dublin?

Yeah, it was all right.

I make the point, Robbie, bearing
in mind what’s just happened,

how precarious your situation
is right now.

You’ve turned down our offer
of a place

on a witness-protection programme,
but living here,

at the home of a high-profile
activist like Matt Collins...

I’ll take my chances.

At least we know it wasn’t him.

I’m sorry.
He’s gonna have to go.

That’s it now.
We can’t keep doing this.

Yeah, you’re right.

I’ve already asked Nick.

And I’m sorry.

Have you been using your phone?
Have you been calling anybody?

If we want to, it’ll be easy enough
to trace your calls.

We want to protect you
and keep you safe, Robbie.

As soon as you turn your phone on,
it can be traced.

Have you been calling up
any old friends or acquaintances?

No.

I’ve thought about ringing me
sister...

but I don’t, because...

- Well, I know it’s dangerous.
- Yes, it’s very dangerous.

Well, more for my niece...
and the boys.

What boys?

Matthew and Alison’s.

You’re putting the whole case
against Renshaw and Lythgoe

in jeopardy
by the way you’re behaving.

No, I’m not behaving in any way.

I mean, he’s his own man,
he can make his own decisions.

If anything happens to him,
it’s on your head.

Yours and Hope Not Hate’s.

I’m well aware of
my responsibilities towards Robbie.

And maybe if you lot hadn’t spent
all your time bullying

and threatening him,
then we wouldn’t be in this mess.

Thank you.

- Matt, where are you?
- I’m up here.

Love, it’s your Dave on the phone.

Hello?

Wh...

What, is he all right?

Well, which hospital?

Well, what’s it called?

Oh, just... text me the address

and I’ll stick it in the sat nav.
I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Are you all right?

All right.

All right, ta-ra.

What’s happened?

My dad’s had a stroke.

Oh, God.

Where is he?

Some hospital in Norwich
or something.

That’s what our Dave said...

I remember him saying something
about he was...

moved there or something like that.

I don’t know.

You all right?

- I’d best go. I promised him I’d get there...
- All right.

- I’ll see you later.
- OK, I’ll see you later.

- Love you.
- Love you.

All right?

- How is he?
- They say he’s stable.

You wouldn’t think it was him,
would you?

When was the last time you seen him?

When was his 60th?

Ten years ago.

Yeah.

He looks like a little old woman,
don’t he?

Well, you can’t drink and smoke
as much as he does

and expect to get away with it,
can you?

How’s things?

Yeah, not too bad.

- What, can’t talk about it?
- No.

Well, just... not that.

You know... it grinds you down
in the end, don’t it?

Leona?

Hello, Matthew.

David.

I didn’t expect to see you here.

How did you know?

Actually,
I’m down as his next of kin.

How is he?

Stable.

Unconscious, obviously.

I didn’t even know
you two had kept in touch.

Well, we split up a long time ago,
as you know, but...

we’re still friends.

I can leave if you like...

come back later on.
I don’t live too far away.

No.

No, no.
Don’t... Don’t be daft.

you know, you’re here now,
aren’t you?

Let’s tuck Teddy in as well.

Night, Matthew.

Night, Leona.

I’m off home now. See you next week.

Night, Dad.

Go to sleep, Matthew.

What do you want, Matthew?

I can’t sleep.

Can I get in with you and Mum?

Your mum’s at work.

Now, go back to bed.

Come on. I’ll tuck you in.

What you doing in bed with Dad?

I was tired, Matthew.

Come on.

Matt?

Matt!

What’s going on?

I think there’s someone outside,
someone out the front.

Wait there.
Wait there!

- Wh-- You can’t...
- Stay there. Stay there!

It’s all right.
There’s no-one there.

What are you doing with that?

Where did you get that?
Have you gone mad, Matt?

It’s for our protection.

I don’t want that in this house.

You hear me?
You have to get rid of it tomorrow.

OK.

I’m sorry.

I’ll get rid of it.

All right.

How did it go with your dad?

He’s all right.
He’s stable.

OK.

- Yeah? OK.
- Yeah.

I saw Leona.

- When? In the hospital?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she...
she said they’d stayed in touch,

they were still friends.

You talked to her?

No, not properly.

Pleasantries.

And?

I couldn’t go there, Ally.

I thought, “What am I doing?”

Come here.

You’re all right.

Sorry.

Why are you sorry?

All the fucking shite...

Come on, it’ll be really good fun.
You’ll make loads of new mates.

It’ll be all right.

Promise.

I don’t like this school, Mum.

I liked the other one better.

Come on, just give it a try,
will you, lads? Please?

Come on.

- Hi. You OK?
- Yeah.

You have a good day, lads.
See you later.

I’m gonna appeal directly
to our benefactors

and get you some extra cash
to live on.

No, I’ve been applying for jobs.

- What?
- I want to earn my own money.

That’s what I’ve been doing
on my phone.

They keep knocking me back.

What kind of jobs?

You know, warehouse stuff,
like I did before.

Look, I want my own money, I...

I want to be able to pay my way.

When you say they’re knocking
you back, what do you mean?

I get through the application,
do the phone interviews and...

then they do a background check,
and they come back and with a no.

Right. Well...

you’re not getting these jobs

because I suspect you’re on some
Home Office list as a terrorist.

But I’m not.

Remember the first time you got
interviewed by the police?

- What did they force you to say?
- What? “I’m a terrorist”?

Fuck off! Are they serious?!

Is... Is that what this has all been ab--

Everybody I’ve been speaking to
thinks I’m a terrorist?

Look, it’s this ridiculous
power struggle with the police.

All right?

They are so terrified
that you won’t give evidence

or that you won’t perform well
on the witness stand

that they’ll do anything to get you
into witness protection,

where they can
control you completely.

If the National Action people
walk free,

then the government’s
entire strategy

about how they deal with
the far right begins to unravel.

What do you mean,
“perform well on the witness stand”?

Robbie, this trial
isn’t far off now, lad.

And you’re gonna have
to demonstrate to the jury

that you’re not the same
as Renshaw and the others.

You know, that they can trust you...

because you’re different
than them.

Do you know what I mean?

You look after yourself now.

See you later, boys.

See you, mate.

You look after yourself now.

All right.

See yous later.

- See you.
- Bye.

Right, I’ve put
the kettle on.

Give us a hand with this bed, lad.

What is this, some sort of test?

What are you on about?

Stick him
in the middle of fucking Nigeria,

see how he
handles it, yeah?

No, cos we’re in east London
and it’s a very diverse area.

Bullshit!

I’ve not seen a white face
since I got here!

There’s lots of different races
all living together round here.

That’s what happens
in this country.

Yous are trying to goad me,
I know yous are.

Oh, yes, because it’s
all about you, isn’t it, Robbie?

Look, just cos I didn’t wanna see
two women get murdered,

doesn’t mean I like what’s happening
to this country, all right?

And what is happening
to this country?

No, come on. You said it.

What is happening to this country?

So, you have nothing...

of value to say.

You’re talking
out your arse

and you know you are.

We’ve got more and more
of these fucking ragheads

coming over here on boats
so they can do what, eh?

So they can murder us
like they did to that... soldier?

Are you talking about Lee Rigby?

Yes.

It’s pathetic.

You can’t even remember his name!

Look, do you seriously want me
to go out there

and round up all the immigrants
and all the Muslims in this country

and tell them that the psychopaths
that murdered Lee Rigby

represent all of them?

Stop being
fucking clever, Matt.

Look, you chose to come back here, yeah?

So you’ve got to live
with that decision.

- You’re scared, aren’t you?
- No!

No, I’m not scared.
Wh-What if I’m just not a nice man, eh?

Having the thoughts I have.
Have you thought about that?

Cos you want me to stand up in court

and tell everybody
that I’m a changed man

and I’m not!

I’m not, and they’ll see that,

and they’ll know that I’m a
big, fat fucking phoney, won’t they?

If this is all riding on me,
then you’re fucked, Matt.

Because I’m nothing like you.

I’m not you.