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This programme contains very strong language

and some violent scenes from the start.

That fear is back now, and I can feel it, and I would ask people...

SHOT ..not to give in to it.

Very, very nicely done.

Things can grow here. Always page 50, remember?

We're told they can't, but they can.

Do they think we're bloody idiots? "Oh, hey, sorry for all that trauma,

"but there's an energy crisis now. Do you want your mines back?"

Ryan! I might need you to do something for me.

Hello, Lisa. Julie? Oh, my giddy aunt! What?

Do you want to go for a drink sometime?

I know who you are, who I married.

I've always known.

The Sparrows. Can you help?

What do you mean by "help"?

Maybe people should trust me a bit more. Maybe I do know

what's best for all of us. Daphne, they've had to release Sam Branston.

Mickey?! SHE GASPS

I started all this, didn't I?

It's all my fault...

..what everyone'll think.

I don't care what anyone thinks.

I only care what we do...

..about Dad...

..what he would do.

He'd have fucking hated this...

..pigs turning over everything, snouts everywhere.

Somewhere along the way, we just...

..we, like, lost ourselves.

Forgot ourselves.

Now look at us.

Look at what it's cost.

We had Ann Branson in custody, and we let her go.

We'll use every contact, asset, every informant

and undercover officer to bring her in, ma'am.

By the way, we still have essentially

THE richest man in Notts in a cell for Lisa Waters' poisoning, too.

Well, we're going to have to get the magistrate to grant us an extension

on Warner. We need to devote everything we can to catching Ann.

You don't seem shocked.

"Shocked" in't really in my, like, repertoire.

The life I've lived.

And you think she's capable of doing something like that on her own?

HE SCOFFS

Is that...funny?

So, was that always the plan, then? You confess

and then we let her out and she goes and does something like this?

You think I'm in control of Ann?

Force unto hersen, pal.

So where would she go?

She were always partial to Portugal.

Not the beach, mind - bit bright -

up in t'hills. We had a villa there once.

Could get you a number, if you like.

Bollocks. Now, we have a steel ring around this county.

Oh.

Steel ring.

You caught anyone for our Kyre yet?

That not a priority?

Listen, you're not stupid. You know how this goes, don't you?

Now, we've got armed officers looking for her.

She makes one mistake... Now, you can help us.

And then she's safe. Alive.

Who were it?

You not know? Mr Branson...

Who killed Kyre?

Who?!

Who killed him?!

Who?!

Who?

Who killed Kyre?

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing... Oi.

Take them books around the clubbie.

They're collecting them for t'prison, all right?

And, oi.

Try not look so, er...dodgy.

Where would you go... if you were, like, you know...

..her?

I dunno.

You reckon she'll grass?

No. She'd be grassin' on hersen, then, wouldn't she?

So who do you think killed Kyre, eh?

You know all about your past rivalries and who you'd pissed off,

so, er, why don't you tell us? Maybe there's things

you don't know about Kyre. Maybe he had a whole other life.

Secrets.

Maybe you've got secrets.

Maybe you've not been the, like, held-together,

professional police officer, eh?

Getting pissed with witnesses with your sad little cans of real ale.

You know about that, did you? Either way,

you want to be looking into all that - malpractice,

compromised investigation, all that.

Should get tossed out of court, all this. Kyre was a grass.

DCS Summers... He was going to be a police informant

back in the days. We were talking to him. He was coming in.

Yeah, about...12 years ago?

The night Chloe Hatby died. You remember that.

Hmm? The night someone drove by her accountant's office,

opened fire. Not our style, ducky.

Chloe was there because I asked her to be. Oh...

Because she was getting your beloved nephew to squeal.

And he would have done - on all of you -

if someone hadn't done what they did. Small people.

What?

Such small people. He weren't about to turn, our Kyre.

She were.

They were in love.

He talked about it. He told me and Ann after she died.

He were a young, broken man. Like you.

She were being turned, me duck...

..to him.

So, anything? Make a breakthrough?

Sort of.

Oh?

I have a tip.

Someone I have. Just me. Potential sighting.

Sighting of who? Ann Branson?

Sh, fuck's sakes!

HARRY SIGHS

Some of the things Roy said to me...

I dunno. I don't know how he could have known some of that.

You mean, like...?

Yeah, maybe.

It's about trust. Simple as that.

Trust...and where you put it.

Just you and me.

Shouldn't we tell the boss? Not the boss. You're the... But St Clair?

No. No-one.

Like I say.

We should have dealt with 'em. Rory...

We should have dealt with 'em our way.

Not t'police.

Grassing.

Fucking wiretapping. Your father thought it was the best way

to keep us...safe.

He agreed.

Cos he loved yer, Mum.

He always just loved yer.

Hard fucker that he was.

So he just went along with yer.

What would he want us to do now?

He'd want blood for blood.

Rory... Stop saying my fucking name, Ronan!

There's only one name I want to hear from anyone,

and it better be soon!

If folk round here have got any sense about 'em.

Cos someone knows.

Someone knows.

Ann Branson. Here is Ann Branson.

N... He... He said something...

..as he was...

I think he was saying...

.."Don't."

Don't what?

Don't destroy your lives...

..for him.

Nah.

Nah.

All right, word for word, then.

Oh, God. He was dying, Rory. I can't.

I can't do it. It's not right. With 'im not here, it's...

With you 'ere and 'im not here...

It's not right.

I know what's right.

We all know what's right.

What if he does find her?

I want him to.

I want him to find her.

Where did they say?

You know she's got a gun. We're just checking it out, that's all.

PHONE RINGS

Ah, right, come on. Where are yer?

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

PHONE RINGS

Have you got her? No, no, I just...

I just wanted to check in, you know, er...

Only call me when you've got her.

Daphne, I just... I just wanted to say how sorry I was,

you know, about Mickey, so...

He 'ated yer. All of you. You're worse

than the people you put away. You've officers here. I don't want it.

I want 'em gone. Well, that's only going to happen

if you accept our offer of somewhere safer.

No. No way.

Then it's not happening.

Oh, God, she wouldn't come back here!

Daphne, she's capable of anything, in't she?

Well, let's hope someone gets to her first, then.

Hey, look, what do you mean by that?

LINE DISCONNECTS

HE SIGHS

Hey, look... Come on. Surely not, right?

Hiding out in Sherwood Forest like some modern-day outlaw!

It's happened before.

Well, I don't see it.

What the fuck, man? Wait! Wait! Wait, wait! I have...

..been waiting. I've been waiting for years, testing,

trying out little things here and there, you know, deliberate details,

little inconsistencies scattered around with different people,

waiting for them to resurface.

What are you chatting about, man? From a gangster's mouth, say.

Things only I said. Listen, you're upset.

"Real ale." Yeah, that was one of them.

Now, I very rarely drink real ale, me. Do you know why?

I mean, no disrespect to it, but it takes, like,

what, four, five days to brew, ferment, before it's ready,

whereas whisky...

Now, that's a drink.

The drink I drank with Denis Bottomley that night.

Not like what I told you and only you.

And not like what Roy Branson told me today.

No! Whisky!

Phone.

No.

Everyone's right about you, aren't they?

Y...You're fucked up. And now you're fucking up.

Yeah? No way I'm not reporting this, bringing me out here. It's over.

Phone!

Here.

Thank you. Fuck's sake.

And now the other one.

You snitches and moles - there's always another one.

Harry! Harry! I'd assumed me coming out here to find Ann

would require... Harry! ..an urgent message...

Harry! ..from a two-faced... Fuck off! ..coward!

You don't know the first thing about me. Maybe.

I know the last.

The last thing anyone will know about you, Marcus Clarke...

..a fucking liar, man.

Up!

You all right? Move.

Oi!

Yo, Jordan.

Yeah?

Rory!

I'm sorry about your dad, all right?

But, look, I've got stock coming in tomorrow.

Yeah? We need that for... Couple of grand.

I'm leaving you enough. Buy more. Keep going.

Stop fucking pussyfooting around like limp dicks.

That's not yours. All right? That's not your money, pal.

You're not fucking leaving with...

Don't fucking test me!

Move.

DOOR CLOSES

You did well at school, got good grades.

You could have done anything.

I did do something.

Became a detective, didn't I?

And I'm a good one. Excuse me?

I'm a good detective. I'm good at my job.

You undermined our work every step of the way.

On this, yeah. The Bransons, yeah.

They paid for my degree at uni.

Did you know that? May as well know that.

They're why I'm here.

But I am good. I am.

I did something. What you did was help the Bransons do

some incomprehensible, unforgivable things.

That's on them, not me. I just...

All just trying to survive, these people.

Against the odds.

The Warners of the world.

Dodging laws and taxes. HARRY SIGHS

You lot...don't care.

Chasing the little guys instead.

It's never the top. It's always the bottom.

I'm proud to be with the little guys.

What, murderers?

Bullies? You...or them.

The top...or the bottom.

So, do you...

..do you, like, know who poisoned Lisa Waters?

Were it Franklin Warner?

All right, do you know where Ann Branson is hiding?

You know, just tell us. It could help you. I can't promise,

but it might.

Stephie?

Hey! Stephie! What are you doing here?

Is this OK? Are you OK?

I've been thinking about you, living with... You know,

living with everything that's been going on, and...and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean, Stephie?

I thought they were looking out for me, like Ryan said.

They think I don't see things, what they're doing.

I'm really sorry, Sandy.

Who was it?

Stand still! Armed police! Don't move! Armed police!

Hands in the air! Fuck!

SHOUTING

Shit! Stay where you are!

Show me your hands! Armed police! Hands above your head!

Don't move! On the ground!

RADIO CHATTER

Hello? Come on, you're not helping yourself, kid. Get up.

Get up! Come on! Hello?

Hey! Come on, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. He's obviously

taken something, hasn't he?

Hey, I know you, don't I?

Hey? I've seen you at Marco's, haven't I, at the gym?

Get an ambulance, now, will you? Come on. What's your name?

NEWS REPORT: Following reports of arrests

in the Lisa Waters poisoning investigation,

we now understand the police do not intend to pursue charges

against local businessman Franklin Warner. The news comes...

CLAMOURING

As expected, not only have all the ridiculous accusations

come to nothing, but I have received an apology...

Hmph! ..from the Chief Constable.

It would be an understatement to say that apology was not accepted.

It's a corruption, plain and simple, from the heart of

our British institutions, and there will be consequences.

You know, they say that people can't feel numbers, right,

but the death of one person, that's, you know, comprehensible.

But a million? That can't be felt.

Me, actually, I always have been able to feel those margins

when it comes to numbers.

And the numbers my people and I are going to lay before the IPCC

for the financial cost of their mistake will be so huge

the police will not be able to comprehend it.

But me? Oh, when it comes in, I will feel every...

..penny. CLAMOURING

REPORTER: But, Mr Warner, what's the impact

on the planned local development of the mine?

Do you intend to progress with that?

Things...can grow here.

You know? We can grow things.

But we're hearing that a lot of local councillors

have turned against the idea, given the controversy,

in solidarity with Councillor Waters.

Yeah, well... I-I don't, erm... I doubt that.

Yes, I have numbers - that it's two to one against you

at the upcoming council vote. It sounds like it's dead in the water.

HE LAUGHS

You fucking people.

SHOCKED MURMURING

You will not be saved, will you?

You simply will not be saved.

CLAMOURING

REPORTER: What do you mean, we can't be saved?

You can't just say that and then just go. Be saved? Mr Warner?

No, cos you said...

CLAMOURING Mr Warner!

BEEPING

Can someone help?

Stephie's given her statement. She and this "cousin", Jordan,

were around at Lisa's at about 4:30 the day she collapsed.

Most likely they - well, he - was the last to see her,

and I bet this toxic shit they've been cooking up in the cuckoo

matches the substance in Lisa's vape. But why? Why would he do that?

Well, why don't we just go and ask him?

Oi!

I thought I told you to take him to hospital.

Sir? I specifically said, "Take him to hospital."

He WAS in hospital. They pumped him out.

Consultant said he were fit to be detained. Detained?

I mean, look at him. What is he? 12, 13?

He wants help, not bloody nicking. This was on his person.

PC Brown made the arrest at the hospital. Oh, God's sake.

Look, he's obviously been groomed to do it and... Ian?

No, no. Come on, mate, this isn't happening. Oi, what you doing?

No, no. DCS St Clair! Look, you put him through there now and it's over,

all right? All right, on you go. No. Come on, Jen!

Ian! What? So we just start the cycle again, do we?

Can you kindly step out, please? In and out of youth court, secure unit.

That's brilliant... This here, now, right now,

this is where we're meant to get involved.

We interrupt and we intervene.

All right, thank you. Jen, please!

Agh!

SOFTLY: Fuck.

Ian?

No, I can't...

I can't do this.

I won't do this.

Take it.

SAMUEL: The advice was not to say anything

to the press. Yeah, well...

..advice, experts...

You can't just ignore everyone else all the time, lone wolf.

Things have to change.

I called the board together yesterday.

It was an emergency. Something had to be done.

Go on, then. Go on. What's to be done? Go on, tell me.

Come on! The world's changing.

Yeah, for the worst. I can be a part of that change.

FRANKLIN CHUCKLES I want to do good round here,

do something, make something. But why won't anyone believe me?

I know why they won't believe me. Course I know. I've always known.

Truth to you is just...

..believing the most convenient thing to get what you want

from any given person at any given time...including me. Yeah.

Change of plan. We're going to the office. I've got some calls to make.

Call who?

Hmm? It's over, Dad.

Yeah?

FRANKLIN SCOFFS Ha! Oh, my... Jesus Christ!

Drop my father at the house, please.

And then take me on to the office. Yes, sir.

NEWS REPORT: As part of their investigations

into recent murders in the Ashfield area,

Nottinghamshire Police have released an image of Ann Branson, 53,

and are appealing to the public for any information on her whereabouts.

Members of the public are warned not to approach her

but to contact the police immediately. Ann Branson is wanted

in connection with the shooting of a local man in his home,

and the police are concerned she may attempt to flee the country.

HARRY: His name's Jordan Magashi.

I just wanted to hurt her.

I know it sounds stupid, but I blamed her for what happened.

He had a brother serving a life sentence in HMP Nottingham.

Apparently, this brother, he, like, got a lot out of the programmes

and the workshops in the prison, would talk about them on the phone,

letters, visits - you know, the library, that kind of thing.

He had some quite severe mental health stuff.

And then the funding cuts happened.

Lisa was a councillor back then, and...

..Jordan's brother, he just...

You know, over time.

When you became Sheriff, more visible, and he found out

where you lived, around the corner...

I mean, it all seems pretty opportunistic and...

..unthought-through, to be honest.

What about the emails and the death threats?

He didn't send any of them, he says.

So there's still more psychos out there who did send them?

We're looking into that.

You're going to have to take it easy next couple of weeks.

The, erm, consultant said there'll be dizziness and vomiting.

And this thrashing headache?

Feels like I've been on a bender without any of the fun.

PHONE RINGS

Harry, look... Ian, it's...

..Lisa Waters.

She's regained consciousness. They think she'll be OK.

I just... I just wanted to let you know.

Yeah. Cool. Yeah, thank you. No problem.

Hello, Ian.

What the hell's been happening around here, then?

Oh!

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

It's nice.

Yeah.

Thanks. Just...temporary, you know.

I don't seem to be able to, erm...

..settle and...

I'm sorry I just buggered off.

I shouldn't have. Not...not like that.

Sorry. I wobbled.

I'm wobbling.

But that, erm, Lisa... who lives round there -

I mean, that's horrifying. And Mickey Sparrow! Yeah.

Have you seen her - Daphne?

Yeah, well, that is one thing I do know about.

Fucking hell, do I know about that!

Can I have her number?

I-I know, I'm just... Just to text, you know?

I'm not... I'm not going to... I mean, I've learned...

..what is and what is not my, like, responsibility.

At least, I think I have.

It's... It's not about fixing things, is it?

Sometimes it's just about being there, you know, if...if...

..if you're wanted.

I'm not doing too good.

Oh, well, no shit. You'd never guess.

I just feel in-between, erm...

I don't know whether to go forward or back, whether to just...

You cannot fix everything here.

But what you can do, what I know you can do,

is encourage people to help themselves.

If you could only let go of that bloody guilt...

..and all that shame when you've got nothing to be ashamed of,

the choices you've made... And I say that as someone

who learned to hate the police over 30-plus years, you know,

after everything that happened round here, and Gary and...

So is that why we, erm...

..why you and I, why we couldn't...

..like, be a thing? Oh, Christ, it's been said out loud.

All things should be said out loud. Shouldn't they?

If it's the truth.

It's just hard, Ian. It's... It's...

It's muddy.

Says she, going on about your guilt.

SHE SNIFFS Hypocrite.

Yeah, I do have that inside me, I do.

And I don't know how to shift it.

But I have to, don't I?

Have to, like...

..live. Don't we?

Not with what we wish we had, but...

..with what we could have.

Yeah... Yeah.

PHONE CHIMES

Sir.

It's my understanding that Jordan is confessing as we speak.

He really tried to poison that bird?

Yeah? While he was looking after Steph?

Well, he weren't looking after her, were he?

What were you thinking, Ryan? Eh? Leaving her with them?

You thought you could control things from in here, but you can't.

They found a dozen of these in the donation centre.

So if they scan the other books that were dropped off this week,

would they find the same as this one? Page 50?

Listen, I never meant to affect her, yeah?

I was doing all of this for her.

Well, they're going to transfer you, mate.

So, it's...it's over. Sorry.

How far away?

From Steph. How far?

Now, listen, I know you're plugged in to the wing here.

I know it. So someone must know

summat about where Ann Branson is hiding.

Now, if you can tell me, then who knows?

How does it happen, Ryan?

Come on. You're smart.

Capable. Capable of caring, caring for your sister all these years.

And then you, what, you up and kill someone?

I were off me nut, man. Don't play the fucking idiot.

That's not it.

I'm asking you why.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not forgiving you.

I think you deserve to be here for a long time.

I'm asking you to think about how you got here.

And just...just talk about it...

..to me. Then...

..you know, maybe something comes out of this.

I hate the Bransons. I do.

I hate them and all of them that are like them.

Yeah, I hate 'em. Bullies.

No, I were talking to someone today. They... They paid for him

to go through college so that he would always be in debt to them,

him and his family, always owing them.

And then what happened to...to Pam and Denis.

And the fear, the fear that they instil in people.

Yeah, well, maybe that's why I snapped that night, then, innit?

Someone had to stand up to him.

Except Nicky didn't deserve that, did he?

What I'm asking you is how do you break that hold, the...

..the hold that they have on people? How?

Folks want what they're selling.

Cos there's nowt else, mate.

Well, there should be.

Well...

..you know where I am.

Oi.

Is that all you want, then? Talking?

For now.

And Steph?

CHATTER

Three grand. For Ann Branson.

Let 'em all know, the lads who come through here, we'll pay.

You think that's just what they're waiting for? The right price?

It's not the Antiques Roadshow, Rory. Oi. Careful.

I have spent the best years of my life inside, and now I spend

the ones I've got left convincing others not to do the same.

Rory, grow up.

And get that dirty shit out of my office.

And, look, my condolences to both of yer.

Oh, my God, Daphne.

I'm so sorry.

I got your message.

Do you... Do you want... Do you want to come in? Does she want to...?

No, no, she's fine. Well, come in.

I just feel so numb.

Which is scaring the shit out of me, cos I know what's coming.

Once it hits...

..the day-to-day of him not be...

Oh, God, help me.

Help me.

Just tell me it gets easier.

No, it doesn't.

Sorry. It just doesn't.

I'm not going to bullshit you.

I mean, it...it...

It changes into...summat else.

Yeah, your appetite comes back a little, eventually.

And you start to sleep, here and there.

But then you wake up.

And, oh, my God, to this day, the waking up...

..looking over...

But, you know, maybe...

..in time, you know, with help...

..you can start to imagine...

..living with it.

That's all.

HE WHISTLES Oi!

I'm, er, sorry to hear about your old man.

The Bransons have gone too far. Everyone round here agrees.

Look, we just kind of want this to all end now, yeah?

She's been waiting for this. Ann has.

And a new car and a few other bits from different people, but...

Look, just give me your phone a minute.

You give her this from me, yeah?

Sound.

Shit.

So that's her? That's where she is?

We should tell Mum or someone. The police, they can help us.

Get out.

No, Rory. Listen, please... Ronan, get out of the car.

What are you...

..doing?!

You're too good, Ronan.

Get out!

PHONE RINGS

Ronan?

What is it? What's happened? RORY: Mum? Where is she?

Just leave this with me, Mum. I mean it.

Rory, you tell me.

Rory? I mean it, Mum. I don't give a fuck any more.

Rory, I swear to God!

Marshlands, by this reservoir near the power station. Where are you?

Just heading up from town.

I'm closer. Mum!

Oh, God, no, please, please!

Mum? Let me, all right? Just let me...

Mum? Shit!

Mum, please, please. Shut up! Just shut up!

You can do a different thing, you can... We can be another thing.

We can! As a new... As a family. Please!

Please!

No. Mum...

Ow! Fuckin' hell!

Who told you? Me, here.

You killed him... You killed mine, as good as,

put him away, you skanky fucking grass!

If you're going to do it, just do it, you cunt.

Go on.

That way. I'm not going to roll you over there mesen.

You can carry your own corpse. Go on.

Go on.

Been useful to us over t'years. Dumping... Oh, you can imagine.

Weigh 'em down... ..sink right to t'bottom.

God, the people down there.

You'll be our last body, in fact, probably...

..now I'm going...

..far, far away. Fitting.

Hey!

Drop it!

Drop it! Drop it!

You broke my fucking arm!

I told him.

I said, "Roy, we shouldn't get in with their lot. Trash!

"All of 'em!" Fuck.

Now look!

DAPHNE GRUNTS

DAPHNE YELLS

Oh... Just go.

Go on. Run!

Dead, I'd have to betray what Mickey wanted.

And in prison, you'll be the big fucking I, won't yer?

But out there...

..alone... And you are alone. Do you know that?

Do you know how alone you are?

DAPHNE LAUGHS How do you think we found you?

He's not coming. They've abandoned you.

They're coming for you, Ann.

And I know what that feels like. I know the torture.

Always looking over your shoulder. Never at peace.

Mum!

ANN YELLS

ANN SPLUTTERS

RORY PANTS

What the fuck?

SIRENS WAIL

Where is she?

I heard you're moving up in the world, duck,

got a new place to live.

Sandy's sorting it for me.

It's in Mansfield. And has a pool.

Pool? What, like, erm...? What, like a swimming pool?

SHE LAUGHS Pool table! Oh!

BOTH LAUGH

I have to go away.

Further away.

No. Yeah. But once I'm settled, you know, we can...

You're my sister. You're all I have.

And I love you.

That's real.

I love you, mate.

I love you, mate.

I heard something recently, something someone said,

that things can grow here.

It were used by someone who had their own, like,

agenda. There's always an agenda, in't there?

And maybe one day they'll mean it, those people on the outside

fixated by us and on how to fix us.

One day. Maybe.

But if I've learnt anything, it's that we have to start

believing in ourselves a lot more...

..planting our own seeds

to grow our own trees, whose shade we may not sit in...

..because the idea remains true...

..despite what we've all been told for so long...

..what we've told ourselves.

Things CAN grow here.