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We're going to have to ask you to, erm, record them

making a confession.

Wear a wire?

One of us?

You're a liar. There's a difference between a secret and a lie.

You've never told Mickey, though, have you?

Listen, it's no good sat there in the soil, is it?

Sherwood Forest ain't givin' out interest rates.

Going to take this treasure, going to make it grow, all right?

The last drink I had was with Denis Bottomley.

We're still good on that, right?

Yeah.

She has Government documents

alleging that you went about Nottinghams hire in the '80s

under a code name, doing the Government's bidding.

Just run this by Ian St Clair, please.

We are basically the same, you and me.

Sort of tethered together now.

I go down, you do down.

LOCK CLICKS

SIGHS

Well, I never.

That's seen better days.

Are you talking about me or the gun?

You were always in my ear

to "get that bloody thing out of this house".

What's changed?

The Bransons are what's changed.

They know summat's up.

Don't trust us no more.

I'm not taking any chances.

BREATHES SHAKILY

God, I hate these things. Here.

Might not even fire. Rusty as shit.

You talking about me or the gun?

GUNSHOT Oh, my God.

DOG BARKS IN BACKGROUND

VENTILATOR WHIRS

I need a couple of officers on rotation

at the Royal Kings Hospital.

No, I-I understand we're pushed for numbers.

There's been a suspected attempted murder

on a politician,

50... so I need this treated at the highest threat level.

We're pulling the CCTV from reception

for anyone who came and went, last 48 hours.

Right. Oh, good.

You don't think it's something,

just to say it, that she could have... taken herself?

Drugs. Pills. You know, addiction. We've both seen it.

No. No, I can't, er... I can't see it.

No, I were working with her

on my new job, you know, my other job, and, er...

Well, she's my friend, so...

Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Yeah.

TRAFFIC RUMBLES

EXHALES

Are you, er... all right, or...?

Yeah.

Just starting to wonder

what fucking good I'm doing back here, though.

JACKET CLANGS ON BAR

I mean, look what's happened.

Jesus.

Lisa was the one most opposed to this new pit,

her and Sandy, and she'd been getting threats

and someone had graffitied on her door.

And you think someone would kill her, for that?

They haven't killed her. Maybe they didn't mean to.

Maybe, you know, it were just a warning.

You think that, as opposed to

something to do with Ryan Bottomley, drugs,

well, the Bransons, even?

Well, whatever... All coming at the same time?

...there's going to be a media circus descending on this place.

"Sheriff of Nottingham poisoned" -

they'll love a story like that, won't they? Myths and legends.

It'll be just like last time,

and all that "Shottingham" crap, remember?

The comms team need a clear strategy.

Well, you handled that, got ahead of the, erm, whatsit...

...narrative then, turned things around, so...

No, no. I can't do it, mate.

No, I've left the force.

Now, if I'm going to go back to the community

after this is over,

and... You know, I can't be the face of it.

All right? You've got this.

BIRDS CHIRP

RUSTLING

WOLF-WHISTLES

Who's your boyfriend?

Fuck off.

Police paying to protect you now, yeah?

Ann's idea.

Yeah, I heard...

Look, about your Nicky... I, er...

You know.

But is it true, about your Kyre?

Doing that brother and sister in on the coast?

Because if it is,

that's fucking cold, man.

And it's not going down too well on the streets.

Yeah, well, someone done our Kyre in return, didn't they?

So it's all just a horrible fucking game.

Pass the bloody parcel, in't it?

What's t'word out there?

Uh. "Tense" would be a word.

"Jittery" is a word.

People getting tooled up, guns in, getting fucking ready.

Yeah, and I got all our lot hunkered down at ours,

out of action.

Meanwhile, I'm hearing things. Troubling things.

Different folk seeing an opportunity to muscle in,

take advantage. I'm not happy.

Right. We done OK over t' years,

us and your lot, yeah? Mm—hm.

Here and there,

helped each other out. Yeah.

I need a couple of things. In this order.

Number one, find out who's moving in on our patch,

put 'em down.

From here on in, we can split it down t'middle, 50-50.

Huh?

Yeah.

"Huh?"

Number two, it would matter ever so much to me

to find out which cunt killed our Kyre.

I don't know fuck—all about that.

Lastly and, to me, this is a long—term project,

not a priority, but if Ann ever asks,

I put this at one, not three — The Sparrows.

What about the Sparrows? Can you help?

What do you mean by "help"?

Nah, you've got to be fucking joking me.

Why?

Cos I asked.

You know, it's like what your Kyre did. Bottomleys.

Things have got to be done in a certain way, haven't they?

And the Sparrows, right...

...never had a fucking problem with 'em.

They've always shown me respect.

Fuck off! Bollocks!

They fucking grassed.

To these scum.

You don't think I don't wish

we lived in some age of Honour and the like?

Yeah, that'd be lovely, that.

I'd really like that. I always have.

But we don't. We live here, now.

That's all dead. Everything, it's all fucking dead.

Ta for coming out.

Give my regards to...

Oh, you know, who—the—fuck—ever.

BRAKES SQUEAK

BELL TINKLES

What you ea yin'? You all right? Yeah.

Nice one, bro. Cheers.

Lisa's hurt.

It's on the news.

Yeah, I saw. Mad.

We only saw her yesterday.

Mm. And she was fine then, so...

I want to call Ryan.

We don't call Ryan. All right, Steph?

Ryan calls us. It's just the way it is.

He has a phone. I want to call.

What did I just fucking say?!

RINGING TONE

Shit.

Mornin'.

Nothing's come through. You said these people of yours

would start sending money through.

Well, I just checked... I know.

Yeah, I know. It takes time, don't it? Um...

I've not heard either.

You must, er...

...must think I'm a right clown, eh?

Listen, honest, mate, you can trust 'em.

How am I going to get away with it

if the money don't come in? Hmm?

Can't exactly... Can't exactly be hiding anywhere in here,

can I?

I want to speak to 'em mesen.

All right. Yeah, I'll set that up.

All right.

Dad, the sheriff... Yeah, I know.

Fuck!

We should tell the police we met with her.

Let's just see how this pans out.

They're going to find out anyway.

What happened to the file she's got about me?

You should have told me. Do I know everything

about everything you've ever done?

And that's not an invitation to tell me -

I don't want to know.

You worked undercover for the Government?

Yeah, a million years ago.

CHUCKLES

Think of it as National Service.

It affects me.

The ground I stand on, come from, I don't know...

The things I'm building with you,

that we're building together, if that's all based on some...

Oh, enough! Come on!

We had a helping hand now and again,

you know, some friendly...

...access, first—in—the—queue sort of thing.

You know, I got used to the other lies

that came out of the woodwork time and time again,

the half—brothers and —sisters from various women turning up,

demanding answers, help.

Me taking that on alone sometimes,

embarrassed, not even telling you.

The hand-outs, the pay—outs,

the slicing off another piece of my pie in the company,

of my own inheritance.

But what am I inheriting?

What do I really know about any of this?

That you're my son.

My eldest.

My.. heir.

Am I?

CHATTER

PEOPLE SHOUT QUESTIONS

VOICES FADE

INAUDIBLE

...that there is no danger to the public at large.

This seems to be an isolated incident

involving, yes, a prominent figure locally,

but Mrs Waters is in a stable condition

and receiving the best care.

DCS Summers, though, will brief you on the details

of the investigation as it stands.

Er, good morning. Er...

Erm...

If you could all just excuse me for one moment, please.

PEOPLE MURMUR

BREATHES QUICKLY

BREATHES HEAVILY

Harry, hey, come on, it's your first time.

It's big stuff, this.

All right? You all right?

Yeah. Yeah. Good. Come on.

I'm not.

What?

I'm not OK. Sorry.

Y'know, all this has, erm... got in my head, and, er...

Course. Course it has.

DOOR OPENS What is going on?!

It's just, er, we're just going through everything, you know,

just getting the messaging right.

The right message is for the SIO not to walk

out of the bloody briefing! Ma'am, just give us

a minute, will you? You know, they're not going anywhere.

Harry? Jen...

...please.

JEN SIGHS

Hey.

I wake with these, like,

er, terrors...

...like, er, screaming

in the night. You ever heard of that?

Yeah.

And, erm... Harry, look,

you lost someone close to you, so remember that.

I messed up.

I went to the Bottomley safe house the night before they were killed.

I drank there...

...passed out, slept overnight. I, er...

I keep thinking, did I lead the Bransons to them?

I mean, how did they find the house?

How?

But I'm going to be OK, Ian, I am.

I know.

But this...

...it's too important to get wrong.

SIGHS

Please, Ian.

CHATTER

EXHALES

There is currently no evidence

to connect what happened to Lisa Waters

with the ongoing investigation into gang—related killings...

...except, erm...

...well, except to say that nothing happens in a vacuum.

There is such a thing as a mood or a culture

that is hard to see...

...hard to define...

...but it can grip a place.

I saw it, the last time

many of you graced us with your presence.

The Ashfield murders a few years back.

And there was, at that time,

a clamour to find the "why" of it all,

you know, a connection, when there wasn't any.

All there was was a story.

And that took root and gained traction

and was shared online endlessly

and was reported by many of you.

And that caused...

...panic and mistrust. And that's what I'm trying...

Well, that's what we're trying to avoid today.

But with those Ashfield killings,

you had to bring outside help in, you had to bring in the Met.

People are, you know, understandably

invoking comparisons with the past...

outbreaks of violence and murder, the Shottingham days.

So... isn't that the real question?

What's your question? Go on, ask it.

Have you lost control?

No, we are in control. The situation is under control.

Thank you.

We're not going back.

We're not going back to that.

There's a lot of hard work and sacrifice made by many people -

yeah, the police, of course,

but also campaigners and community leaders

and just normal people — To turn this around

and say, "No. No more."

And it worked.

It stopped...

...because we had faith in one another

and we worked together.

But that fear is back now.

I can see it and I can feel it,

and I would ask people not to give in to it.

We need people to step forward now.

And this... whatever, you know, culture

or code of not grassing, we are way beyond that now.

And I know people have lost faith in... in institutions

and leaders, and in the police in particular. I know that

because I've lost faith in them, an' all.

They're going to have to work hard to get that faith back.

But, DCS St Clair, you're... I'm not a DCS.

I'm no longer on this force.

I am talking to you as someone who lives in this community.

And we have to all start taking responsibility...

...to say no to this fear that's dividing us

and making us lock our doors

and bury our heads and say nothing.

Now, we were brave last time, and we need to be brave again,

so I am appealing to anyone who has information

to come forward.

Help us.

Ta.

Thank you.

MURMURING

What the hell? What? What did I say?

How is that going to instil confidence...

What part of what I said was untrue?

...if we're not united on the message,

on the strategy, Ian?!

You know, he was right in there, that guy.

And you, you didn't tell the truth.

About what?! We have lost control.

And, you know, if we don't admit that, we will never get it back.

Right now, we are not in control of this situation.

No. That was reckless and stupid

and, actually, fucking selfish.

Selfish? Yes.

Virtue signalling on a pulpit,

making this about you and your shit,

when, actually, what people needed was calm.

I am here on a voluntary basis.

Now, if you don't want my experience or expertise,

then fine. But there's one thing I won't do any more,

and that is bullshit people.

HUSHED: You'll watch your tone, DCS St Clair.

Ian!

BREATHES HEAVILY

Christ, what's this now?

Corporate business travel, to go along with the taxis.

This new pit, when it goes through,

the conveyor belt of suits coming in and out,

we can get in on the action,

secure a private contract with the developers.

Oh, aye? Energy magnates move in your lowly circles now,

do they?

Got a meeting today, as it goes.

How much did it set you back? Cos they ripped you off,

whatever you paid.

You never stop having a go, do you?

Suddenly flush with cash, are you?

I've got a bit put aside.

Uh—huh. So what happened to

running everything by us, as a family?

Yeah, what happened, Dad?

What happened to that?

You going off... I can't even get me head round it, still.

Working with the fucking fuzz, squealing.

Did anyone listen to me about that?

No. And that worked out great, didn't it?

So maybe people should listen to me.

Maybe... Maybe people should trust me a bit more.

Maybe I do know what's best for all of us.

Your mum don't want you or Ronan going off anywhere.

Stay here. It's not safe at the minute.

All right, thanks.

Hey. That CCTV footage from the City Hall,

can you pull it up?

Harry?

Franklin Warner. He's been pushing hard

for this new pit. Do you think that could be him?

Erm...

Yeah, maybe.

But given Lisa's position,

I mean, that's not an unusual meeting

for her to have, is it? No, but...

I've got to go and see someone.

Are you taking that evidence? Yeah.

I'm going to make copies, though. All right?

I mean, hey, you do you.

Thanks. I'll bring it back.

Shall we bring Warner in? No, no, I wouldn't,

not yet. It's just, erm...

I need to get more information.

From a... source.

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

Oi! Trespassing!

Not a bad spot for your solar panels, eh?

Er, yeah. Yeah.

I see what you mean. Good sun coverage.

Quite the available land you've got here.

Might be available, depending on the terms.

You used to farm cattle here?

Previous lot did, way back when.

My family, we, er, diversified.

So I'm led to believe.

Well, the other farms that have leased

who are renewable developers

each get about a grand per acreage of rent.

I know. That's the bare minimum.

That's the maximum going rate for a plot of land like this.

I don't have to hand over diddly—squat.

My family's land to some trust fund wanker

for minimum rent per year?

I want in on the PPA.

PPA? Wow!

Someone's been googling.

Yeah. That's the price you'll sell the energy from here

to the utilities company,

which, if I'm not mistaken...

...is also you.

And your family would agree?

Your father?

Yeah. I'll get him to see the light.

Pardon the pun.

Yeah, summat else I want to talk to you about,

at a later date.

Ooh! A card!

You must be important.

Hmm! Corporate travel.

Building up a fleet of minibuses.

I don't get you.

You want to be the big cheese in the dodgy underworld

and you want to turn legit? Which is it?

What do you know about the underworld?

I know who the Sparrows are.

Why not both? How's that any different from you?

Except you do it in a suit.

Bending the rules cos you know you can get away with it,

using all your influence and power.

That isn't me.

I refuse to let all that be me.

We're all born to fucking people and places, aren't we?

And this'd be a smart use of what you've been born to.

My father, he has this thing...

geography and destiny.

I think, "Make your own destiny."

We ain't tied to nothing.

Certainly not the luck of the draw you're born with.

All this?

It's going to help me get out of all the other stuff.

And then...

...world and oysters, then, eh?

Energy.

Ra rrr!

Let there be light!

The fuck's that? School project?

Someone sent this to Lisa Waters in an unmarked envelope.

Was it you?

No. Don't know the girl. What is it?

What the hell do you want?

You know him.

Why won't you stop?

Stop tormenting me.

All this? No. Not here, Ian.

So where is everyone?

Mickey's out in the yard, Rory's off in a field somewhere,

and Ronan's right upstairs.

Yeah, well, he already knows about your past,

doesn't he? So...

Come on, Daphne.

Look...

Is this true? Huh?

Franklin Warner — He were here back then,

like you, under a pseudonym,

working directly for the Government?

Did he lead your team? No, he didn't lead anything.

We had our own chain of command.

But he was around.

Yeah, we were the police. He was...

...something else. He had money, got things done.

Some of the information I... got on people,

he found some of that useful.

The militant miners and the ones keen to break away.

And you've had no contact with him since?

Not for decades. And the last contact was not a happy one.

So you're telling me this isn't you?

I mean, you're the only one round here who knew who he was.

No.

Why would I? Why?

You know, there's three sets of prints on this file.

Now, one's obviously Lisa's,

but the other two we can't identify.

We don't have them on the system, so...

Well, you'll have my prints on file.

Actually, you're the one Sparrow that we don't.

Not Daphne Sparrow.

Jane Jones, as a Met Police officer.

You'll have 'em, so fucking check 'em.

SIGHS I didn't send all this.

Why... why would I want to open all this up?

Al right. I'm sorry, I just...

I just... Do you think he could be stupid enough to do this?

You know, to harm someone, try and kill them

just to keep this hidden?

I mean, how well did you know him?

What was your relationship?

No. No, no. No, no. Enough. No.

I've... I've got to talk to someone else first.

You can't be the first to know all this.

My family, they... Look, I need to know.

I'm going to bring him in for questioning, aren't 1?

SCOFFS Do what you like.

You said it'd be over.

Last time you sat there,

you promised all of this'd stop.

SIGHS Just go on. Just get out.

RAGGED BREATHING

Here.

Last number called.

That's them. They'll like, whatever,

confirm your money's safe.

Used some to buy some new stock,

but the rest, they've started to transfer over.

Yeah?

All right. I'll keep a watch out.

RINGING TONE

I'm sorry, the person you've called is not available.

Please leave a message... SCOFFS

Fucking dickhead!

That's your second strike, mate.

Fucking 'ell! You fucking bastard!

Get 'ere, you fucking prick! Come on, I'll have yer!

Get off me! Fucking get off me. This in't fair!

In't fucking fair!

I'll fucking kill you, prick!

Fuck off! What you looking at?

JEERING AND WHISTLING

What now?

Get charged. Another couple of years on his sentence.

For now, they'll just transfer him to another wing.

So, er,

you wanting to make this an official arrangement, then?

Intel pays, you know.

We have it.

Lisa's toxicology report.

Go on.

Synthetic cannabinoids, or spice.

Liquid spice. You soak something in it,

inhale or smoke it.

And she took this herself, the spice?

Or are we thinking it was slipped into her drink, her food?

Her vape pen. Well, the reusable cartridge.

The normal over—the—counter liquid

was replaced with the cut—up substances

that caused Lisa to collapse.

And you think Franklin Warner can get his hands

on this kind of stuff? Street drugs?

Maybe he knows someone who could.

Or the son does.

Either way, we should bring Warner in for questioning.

In the meantime, we're pulling our intel

from our respective cases. Every gang or group

who has access to or specialises in K2.

We're pulling in all of our undercovers,

informants, everyone.

If it's a gang that's on our radar, we'll find them.

Soz...

...about earlier.

I know it's hard not having him about.

Ryan.

I, er...

...miss my brother, an' all.

So...

He got banged up, too.

So I know.

Is he still there?

No.

SNIFFS Nope.

Look...

...Ryan's in charge. Right?

Well, he's not here, so... I'm in charge.

So just... do as you're told.

OK?

All right.

Hiya. Hi.

Still not back at work?

No, I just, um, couldn't...

They're very good on that at the station -

mental health days and all that.

Mm. More like mental health week.

Yeah, well...

Er... So, erm...

It didn't work with the police? The Bransons are still...

They're saying my statement's not enough.

I am not, apparently, a paragon of fuckin' virtue.

Well, erm, it's good you're here, cos I, erm...

When you're ready...

When I came round to your home, I just...

...I got this real urge to spend some more time

round there, where you and...

You know, with you,

if possible. It's just...

I don't think that's out of order,

given the way that we've been

thrown together. It's not the normal mother—daugh...

This is not the normal way to meet your family.

You started asking me a couple of days ago about your...

...your dad.

And I think some...

...some stuff's going to come out, so I thought I'd better...

Franklin Warner — Do you know who that is?

What?

No... Oh, that...? What, the business family?

Him?!

How did that...?

It's a long story.

Do you mind?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, I do a bit. Jamie would.

But, go. LIGHTER CLICKS

This is my...

...previous life.

My previous everything.

Erm...

And this is why...

SIGHS ..I really struggled to keep you.

This living, breathing reminder of...

I didn't... I...

In my head, knowing where you'd come from...

...from him...

...Warner...

The very worst of all that.

All them.

I hope you don't mind me bringing

some of my representatives with me.

One solicitor only, please.

Ah!

Is this political?

Er, what... what happened to Mrs Waters?

I don't know. You tell me.

No, no, is THIS political?

Here. Now.

Mr Warner, we've been given information

about your past associations,

you know, with the Government and Secret Service.

Unofficial.

Very casual, ad hoc, you know.

And you're aware that Lisa Waters was also privy to this information?

Lisa Waters? No.

Sorry, no?

You had a meeting with her yesterday.

We have CCTV of you waiting in the lobby at City Hall.

You head up, come back six minutes later.

It was an aborted meeting.

We tried to speak with her, but she was busy

doing something else, so we sat outside.

We waited a while, and then we left.

Very rude, actually, if you ask me.

So there was no conversation?

She didn't reveal to you that she knew about your past?

No.

Right, because if she had, I mean, that...

...could constitute, erm...

...motive.

LAUGHS

Oh, my God! Behold the finest minds of the public sector!

Oh, come on! What, you honestly think that I would think

that I'd get away with this?

That it wouldn't come back to me?

She's been getting email threats

because of her stance against your project.

Ah. Oh, dear, how awful for her.

But then, passions are high, I get it.

The cigarette.

Roy... had her blood on his fingers.

The fucking cigarette.

PHONE RINGS

Daphne?

Find!

So what's this? You caught whoever killed Kyre?

Or have you all been distracted by a pretty blonde girl

having a stomach—ache?

Roy Branson, Ann Branson...

...I'm arresting you for the murders

of Denis Bottomley and Pam Bottomley.

You do not have to say anything, but it may

harm your def...

Lawyer.

Now. Of course.

Let me finish my bit first, though, because

I've been waiting a very long time to say it to you.

SCOFFS

It may harm your Defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say... may be given in evidence.

Very, very nicely done.

Thank you.

All right, let's go. Come on.

It's this way.

Confident we'll make that one stick?

When it comes to the Bransons...

So... we can breathe, then.

All OK?

It was Rachel. She, erm... She remembered the...

I went to see her today.

So that's, like, a thing, is it?

You want that to be a thing? Her?

I've got something to tell you.

EXHALES

I'm not...

When I first came here...

...I wasn't me.

I had a different name...

...was a different person, not who I am now.

Daphne...

...was a name that was given to me by...

...my work...

...bosses...

...horrible people that did horrible things and...

SIGHS ..maybe illegal.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

And I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but...

...when I met you, Mickey...

...I wanted that to be my life.

You know, the person I was...

...when I was with you.

Because it wasn't an act any more. It was real.

You know, even though the name was...

Those feelings...

Fuck me, I've never known anything more real.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry that I've kept this from you.

I'm sorry. SOBS

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

When I first saw you, I saw a girl who I knew...

I knew had a whole fucking universe of a past...

...of problems that she was trying to get away from.

I knew that, right?

Because I had that.

I wanted to be someone else, be something.

Right?

That's all we're talking about, in't it?

Well, no. I mean, this... this...

And you remember... Listen,

you remember when you told me that you was expecting,

and I said to you, and I meant it, that I'd step up.

Right? You remember?

And when that... beautiful girl was born and...

...I could see your struggle...

...I never questioned for a second

what you asked for, what you wanted,

because I knew... not the details,

but that you needed to be free of something...

...so big.

So don't you tell me that I don't know, right?

Because I know who you are, who I married.

I've always known.

OK?

But...

I'm... the...

...police.

I reckon we'll leave it there for now.

And tomorrow we'll go back to planning our trip.

There's more to unravel..

...like why it's taken so long for you to...

But that's for the road.

The long road.

Right?

SOBS

BIRDS CHIRP

Stephie?

Coat's gone.

You what?

Coat. It's gone.

# Ding—dong, the shits are dead! #

LAUGHS

Mwah! Bloody hell!

I never thought this day'd come.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

This is good, though, innit? Like, a good day.

What this is, is a day of half a dozen bookings.

That wedding at Newstead Abbey. Right? So come on, crack on.

And, Ronan, I still want you nearby. Join your brother.

See you in a bit. Yeah.

Hey. Hiya.

Thanks for coming.

It's OK.

I, um... I heard about the arrest.

I was... kind of hoping that would be it.

No, I'm afraid that, well, in the fullness of time,

I think we're going to have to get you to make a statement

yourself, you know, in addition to, well, to... to Daphne.

Me? I thought you had enough, with the cigarette.

Well, that's Roy bang to rights. But Ann, you know,

we're going to have to get you to say that you saw her,

that you were down at the coast

and that she was part of a conspiracy to murder.

OK.

Thanks. PHONE RINGS

Oh, sorry.

Harry?

Ian. Sorry, I thought I should let you know. Bad news.

Their smarmy lawyer and the CPS.

The Warners. No. The Bransons.

The charge will stick with Roy.

We have his DNA and the Bottomleys' blood.

But he's saying he acted alone.

We have no evidence Ann was there, Ian.

No, no, look, look, I'm with Rachel now,

and she says she's willing to make a statement, so we've got her.

I'm sorry, mate. I did what I could.

She's... been released.

What? When? Where is she?

No idea. We've had to drop the protection officers.

Yeah, all right. Look, I'll get back to you.

PHONE VIBRATES

TUTS Oh...

What now? Never ends, does it? I'm on a pick—up.

Daphne, they've had to release Ann Branson.

They haven't got enough evidence to keep her.

SIGHS Where is she?

We, er...

We don't know.

We need to go.

PHONE VIBRATES

Mickey, Ann's been released.

We need to get out. I'm on my way back, yeah?

Mickey?

TYRES SCREECH

EXHALES

WHISTLES A TUNE

GUNSHOT

GROANS

I wasn't sure it would actually work.

CRIES OUT

FALLS TO THE FLOOR

GROANS

GROANS

STRAINS

GROANS

What are you thinking about?

I've always wanted to know what goes through people's heads.

Just me.

No others.

Just me.

You...

...fucking...

Just me.

Meant to be t'worst, t'stomach. I think I read that once.

Slow but, like...

...inevitable.

I only hope that wasn't the case with our Nicky.

That is my dearest hope.

Mickey GROANS

GROANS

Mickey?!

Oh, no. No...

Mickey?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no!

SOBS No!

Oh, no...

They're coming. You're all right.

They're coming. People are coming.

SIREN WAILS