I went to see my dad yesterday.
Exactly the same as when I was a kid.
He can't even wipe his own arse any more,
and I'm terrified of that man.
I wanted... I wanted to tell you, but...
Your marriage is gone, so you thought you'd take mine?
Kennedy basically told him to his face that he wasn't
- going to get the gig. - What?
If you let us into your club to do our job,
- it'd be good for all of us. - Very good.
You brought me here, I robbed his drugs.
I'm the reason he's dead.
I got eight weeks.
- Nah, no, no, no. - You can't let anything go wrong.
She has to stay with you.
I could taste it while I was having me supper!
Mary, keep your voice down and get that dog
in the flat before I throw it over the side.
If I get home tonight and you're not in this cupboard...
He's telling me that Hodgkin's dead and that I owe him 15 grand.
Who is he? What's he got on you?
All right, mate? What are you looking at?
The day job Debs promised me, can you deliver that?
I need you to speak to two old ladies, get something back for me.
Take this. I'll text you the details.
- Hello, sir. What's your name? - Father Liam.
Have you been drinking tonight, or are you ill?
I'm leathered.
I was supposed to be a good man.
I'm a lie.
Where's your cable?
You haven't got one?
Dad.
I can't believe you haven't got a cable in your car.
Dad.
- What? - What do you do when your phone goes flat?
Uh, I don't use it.
Because it's flat?
Don't touch anything.
- Where are you going? - Just a quick message.
What am I going to do?
I don't... Look, draw a picture or something.
- I'm not four! - Just stay in the car, OK?
And don't touch anything!
It's open.
I was just watching him on Pointless.
- The posh one? - No, the lanky one.
What was he on?
I don't know, some shite.
So what's all this, then?
Don't see you in donkeys, and then I see you twice in two days.
Well, you know, I was worried, you being on your own and that.
Well, I've been on my own 30 years.
Yeah, that's why I was checking.
Do you want a brew?
No, the girls will be here soon to make me tea
and wipe me arse.
Well, I could murder a brew.
Hey!
Come here.
- What? - No, no, come here.
- All right. - Yeah, a bit closer.
Fuck's sake, man. What?
- Yeah. - Fucking...!
Thief! You dirty fucking thief!
You make me fucking sick.
I was in the shit, all right?
It was always you bringing shame on your mother and on me.
25 years ago, I would have beaten the living shit out of you.
You put that uniform on, but you're still a fucking thief.
Ah, look who's here.
Hello, darling.
- Hi. - Come and say hello to your grandad.
Come on.
Come closer.
Look at you!
How old are you now? Seven?
- Nine. - Nine!
When did I last see you?
That was at George's funeral, wasn't it?
- Jimmy's. - You were, like, this big,
like a little bird's egg.
Like this. Oh, oh!
Oh, whoop, whoop, whoop!
Look at that smile.
Just like your mother.
All right, we've got to get going.
I think you should go and get yourself some pocket money now.
- No, her mum will be wondering. - Your dad knows where the money is.
Go on. Don't you, Dad?
Why don't you go and grab yourself a tenner? Go on.
I told you don't leave the car, didn't I?
Right? So listen to me very carefully when I say this.
Don't mess me about. You go in there...
and you say... You say thank you.
Thank you to Grandad, right?
And then you go to the door, OK?
Repeat that back to me. What do you do?
Say thank you to Grandad.
- Go to the door. - And you stop there.
You stop there, all right? You wait for me. Go.
It's all lace with pearls.
- It's so pretty. - No, wow!
That's brilliant.
- I can't wait to wear it. - Tilly! What did I say?
- Say thanks to Grandad. We're going. - Thank you, Grandad.
It's a great pleasure, darling. I'll see you at the communion.
- Yeah? - Yeah, OK.
And I'll be wearing my posh frock, too.
Thank you.
Go to the car. If you move, there'll be trouble.
Fine.
I put the money back, OK?
Hey, bring her again, please.
She's great.
Right, Tilly.
If I tell you to stay in the car, that means I want you to stay
- in the car. - I was only...
I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it.
OK? What's this, backchat day?
You do as you're told, all right?
- I'm sorry. - It's OK.
Me dad winds me up. I shouldn't put it on you.
Drew us.
Right, I'm going to put that on me wall. Thank you. Thank you.
Are you joking...? God almighty! Give me that.
I told you not to touch anything, OK, didn't I?
I said don't touch anything.
_
- _ - Jesus Christ.
Tilly, sorry. I am sorry.
Who's Vernon?
You all right, mate?
No, never mind "all right." What's this text?
Hang on.
Hello?
Are you there or what?
- Hey. - Who the fuck's Vernon? - Never mind who Vernon is.
Just do what the text says and find out where he is
- from them two old birds. - Why? Why do you want him?
- That doesn't matter. - Of course it fucking matters.
Mate, is someone going to die here or what?
Only of boredom, listening to you whinge, lad.
What happened the other night? Hodgkin. I don't want that on me...
I just don't.
Listen.
I fly low, lad. Under the radar.
No ripples in the force.
Which is why you're going in uniform
- and not Big Billy the ball basher. - Big Bil...
What are you talking about?
It's a figure of speech, lad. Now, my lads have been,
and they got no sense out of them two old birds.
The last thing I want to do is escalate things.
You can sort it with no ripples.
Yeah. Maybe they don't know where he is.
You haven't met them.
They know.
It's like talking to mud
if they don't want to answer. This lad, he's going to be OK.
I just need him found because he's got something of mine
and I want it back.
If you turn up all bizzie in your bizzie car,
they'll trust you.
I promise.
Debs will have you sitting at that
CID desk before you know it.
OK, I'll box it tonight.
*CREDITS*
Chris, lovely to see you here.
Yeah. Me mum used to bring me here when I was a kid.
We sat over there.
I haven't been here for years.
I've not been here for long.
My home church is St Barabbas.
I'm covering here because Father David's gone back to Africa.
Lucky David.
Do you know we met...? We've met before, Father.
Before the men's group.
What? We have...?
Yeah, about six months or so ago.
- I used to drink. I don't always remember everything. - No. Yeah.
No. It's OK. Yeah, it's all right.
I hope you've not given her too many Hail Marys, Father.
I'm parked on a yellow.
She's very chatty.
She told me you were upset.
Right. I thought confession was secret.
No.
Confession, conversation. Same thing, really.
She says you shouted at her, that you normally never shout at her.
Yeah, it's...
pressure at work, you know.
Taxi driving?
I'm not a taxi driver.
No.
I'm sorry I shouted at her.
- Tell her. - Oh, I do. I do.
She might be moving away with her mum,
and, you know, I'm just trying to figure out a way to...
make them stay in Liverpool, and part of that involves
not being an arsehole, which for me is not as easy as it sounds.
I'd just do anything for that girl.
Fucking anything.
I'm starting to think that might be the problem.
If it's meant to happen, it'll happen.
What if it doesn't?
I remember we met before.
You're not a bad man, Chris.
There's lots who'd argue the toss about that.
Yeah.
But there's only one person whose opinion matters.
What are you doing here?
I'm here for Tilly.
You shouldn't be here unless I agree to...
- It's not about you. - I know it's not about me.
It's not about me and it's not about you, Ray. It's about Adam.
- I'm so sorry... - No, don't.
I mean it, Kate. Don't you dare get involved.
- We might have to change the arrangement soon anyway. - To?
- Well, we're thinking about moving to London. - What?
- London. - Me, Kate and Tilly, a new start.
No. No, no. I didn't think it was fair towards Tilly.
And with Chris getting that day job with Deb Barnes...
As if you care about the kids.
Hang on. I told you he didn't get that job.
- So are you going or not? - We can talk about this later.
Hey, Mum!
Hey, hey.
Hiya, son. You OK, mate?
- How was it? - Well done, darling.
- See you soon, OK? - See you, Dad.
See you, Adam.
You got a day job with Deb Barnes?
Er, yeah.
How?
Charm, lad. You should give it a try.
I've been looking for you.
I'm on nights.
A bit late.
Ten o'clock?
What happened to parading on 15 minutes early?
There's no-one to parade on to.
Well, I'm here.
You're not my acting sergeant.
What's up?
You've gone off the boil.
I were never on the boil.
Off the simmer, then.
I heard you failed your sergeant's exam.
- Anyone else not know? - At least you've got your wings back.
Eric covered for you.
Traffic investigator found some oil on the road, so...
There was no oil on the road.
He's a mate of mine.
Slow the fuck down, Rach.
You all right?
It's just a shit week.
It's not over yet.
What?
You were great, you know. Back then.
Can you not find that love for the job again?
It'll help.
Yeah.
- They're letting me drive again. - Ooh!
Thanks for the warning.
Probably for the best.
- Me and you in a car together seems to equal trouble. - True.
You're a fucking nightmare.
Can I get a head start just in case?
Fuck off.
_
You know that thing that we...?
You saw him. It's over, yeah?
Yeah. It's done.
- And you're out? - It's... It's done, mate.
OK? Forget it.
- Can I watch you reverse? - Dickhead.
Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.
OK, OK. All right, OK.
Sorry.
Casey?
Come here.
- What's up with you? - Nothing.
- Why aren't you ready? - I'm getting ready.
- You've been in the bog about five times. - I'm fine.
- You rattling? - No.
When did you last shoot up?
Yesterday.
Do you want to shoot up?
Feel free.
But know this...
if you do, you're out of this deal, this house, and this job.
- I know it's hard. - It's killing me.
You can't do drugs and deal drugs.
Do you want a bump to help you over the hump?
Yes, please.
I need this to fly tonight.
We need to make this work for Lexie.
It will be OK.
I'm boss at selling.
I'll keep clean.
Since Carl died...
I've felt like I've been on me own.
- I miss him so much. - Yeah.
Thank you, Case.
Debs!
Have you got five?
I'm going home.
Two, then?
- What? - Have you given Chris a day job?
What the fuck's it got to do with you?
It impacts on me.
- Me and Kate. - Discuss it with her, then.
Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense.
Cyril?
Cyril!
Oh, she's trouble, this one.
I said you're trouble!
Hello.
Gingers. It's always the redheads.
Rita Hayworth.
Hello, Rita.
Gilda.
- Oh. - The cat.
Nobody listens any more!
Cyril!
Oh, Cyril doesn't listen.
- The cat. - Yeah.
Well, are you, daft? Why don't you just listen?
You said Rita.
Cyril Fletcher.
She's got an eye like Cyril Fletcher.
OK. Who's Cyril Fletcher?
You know.
Fucking hell.
Erm, do you live here?
I do.
Er, do you know Vernon Hartley?
- Who are you? - I'm the police.
What, all of them?
Funny.
My daughter will be sleeping.
Unless she isn't.
But if she is, you don't want to wake her because she's a bitch.
Have you got any identification?
Erm...
Well, I've come from me car, look.
No? OK.
Ah, there you go.
No, I can't read it from here.
I need my glasses.
You'll have to come inside while I find them.
- All right. - Oh!
The electrics have seen better days.
But then again, haven't we all?
Ah, you fucker.
- Oh, thanks. - Nora!
Cyril's got out again!
Nora!
- There's a man here. - Must you shout?
He says he's a policeman, but I can't find my glasses.
They make you look old.
I'm looking for Vernon Hartley.
Stop banging. She's always banging!
So much noise.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hello! Excuse me. You gave them to me in the kitchen.
Oh. Thank you.
No, no. I haven't got them.
- It's always so difficult. - You should be in a home.
Difficult things happen to me all the time,
- and I don't know why. - She should be in a home.
I'm an artist.
- Oh, right. - Did she tell you I'm an artist?
Not too tight. I have a condition.
OK, look, I need to speak to Vernon. Do you know where he is?
- Have you seen Cyril? - What?
I paint her. She is my muse.
My "mews"!
- Mews. - I made a joke.
That's good. Look, the lad could be in trouble, OK?
So I need to know where he is.
- My son. And my sin. - Oh?
I carry the weight of that sin on my soul
by way of my shame.
OK. So, erm, where is he?
- I dip me brush into that shame to paint. - Fucking hell.
- Do you see it in the strokes? - Right.
- Do you see? - I can't see anything!
How can I think?!
I detest this house.
I'm trying to do him a favour here, OK? So it's really important
that I speak to him.
One second.
Hold on. Er, hello?
Hello?
The day job's out the window.
And if Ray Mullen calls, you tell him you lied to Kate.
What are you talking about? If Ray ca...?
Listen, Debs, I need that job,
so tell Ray to do one, because nobody gives a fuck about him.
I give a fuck about him.
He's putting two and two together.
That fucker couldn't put his lips together to breathe,
so don't worry about two and two.
Look, mate, I'm doing that thing for your mate
for that job, all right?
I've told Kate that I've got it, so I need you to come through.
No. I'm sorry, I just...
I can't risk it. There's too much attention.
I'm sorry. I am sorry, Chris.
Debs, I haven't asked you any fucking questions
about what you're doing...
I don't fucking believe this.
What am I doing? What am I doing?
Fuck it. Fucking gate!
Fucking filthy little fucking...
Hello?
And what's the first line of your address?
What the fuck are you doing, Debs?
_
Archive. Sergeant Edwards.
Sergeant Ray Mullen, Alpha area control room here.
Can you check an old bail book for me, please?
OK.
Just go ahead with your details.
It's OK. It's only early.
It'll be chokka by one. Just watch.
Who else have we got selling for us?
And him.
Them two?
Only ones I could find who don't look like
they sleep in a bin.
- No offence. - We need someone better than them
to work the dance floor with me.
They look like a pair of paedos!
Marco!
- Marco, are you there? Marco! - I'm putting Adele down.
- What do you want? - I need you to come help me. Please.
Mate, I've just told you, I'm putting Adele to bed.
What? Have you heard yourself?
Listen, I'm in the shit here. It's me only chance,
and Jodie's got fucking Barry and Ian.
So, look, I just need you. Please, just come here and help me.
- Mate, mate. I can't, can I? I can't leave Adele. - What?
Marco, you're brilliant at dealing, all right? Just please!
We can make some dough and have a bevvy and a dance,
and it'll be a laugh like old times.
Mate, I can't.
I've got the fucking social services coming tomorrow.
I'm stressed about it. The house is a fucking shithole.
That's why you need a break from Adrian.
- Mate, her name's Adele. - I know it's Adele.
I'm just taking the piss, so go ahead. Come here.
- Nah, nah. - Why not?
- Cos I'm... - Cos you're boring now, yeah?
Shut the fuck up, you! Who you calling boring?
Come here!
All right. I'll see you in half an hour, then.
Ah, I fucking swear, mate... Eh, in a bit.
- What? - Hiya, Bren. I'm sorry.
I need baby food. I've got to go out.
You see, this is why I never used to speak to you.
You give scallies an inch...
Please. I just... I need you to come inside for ten minutes. Please.
Please, Bren. She's already asleep. Swear down, she's already akip.
Please come ed.
Please, please, please.
Thank you, Bren.
- Did I wake you up? - Yes, you woke me up.
Sorry.
- Nice one, love. See you in a bit, yeah? - Yeah.
Ooh, must have about eight of these a week.
It's the only way that I can stay awake when I'm on me own, you know?
How do you stay awake at night?
Just, like, restock the crisps and that.
- Boring. - Is it?
Yeah.
I'd rather your job.
- Would you? - Yeah.
Er, hey, Kate.
Er...
Hey, Kate. It's me.
You're probably asleep, but, look, I just wanted to let you know
there's been a bit of bad news.
Hey, Kate. Erm, hope you're well.
It's Chris, obviously. And, erm, I'm afraid I've got...
I've got a bit of bad news about the, er...
the job.
No.
_
What do you...?
_
Oh, fucking hell, mate.
Please leave your message after the...
Oh, shit.
Can you open the door, please, mate?
- Mate, open the fucking door! - OK!
Fuck's sake, man.
Christ almighty.
Oh, fucking hell.
- So Fanny Sutton? - Yeah, yeah. Go on.
All right, so, er, what dates are we looking for?
Uh, February 2010
to the middle of April.
Every Tuesday and Thursday.
OK.
OK, and what are we looking for?
Er, anything.
Erm...
All right. Erm, 2nd of February,
he was booked on at 9.00am exact.
Who signed him in?
Er, a DC Barnes. Collar number 875.
- And then? - Thursday. 0900. Same bobby.
The next one is the...
I mean, look, how far back do you want me to go back?
- I'm up the wall here. - Er... no.
That's great. Appreciate it.
Hey, do you know this Barnes?
It's just a general inquiry.
Whoever it is, they got on really well with the bailee.
How do you mean?
"Roses are red, violets are blue.
"If I had to be on bail, I'm glad it's with you."
What?
Yeah. He's written, like, love hearts with arrows on it
and all sorts all over the ledger.
He's full of love, this lad.
_
You need to go to bed. I'll see you next time I'm over.
- I'm nearly there. - OK.
- No. I'm... - Sort yourself out for bed.
- Jump up there. - Can't jump.
- You can. - No, I can't.
No, you can. Press X, jump.
- It's not working. - Look.
- I'm pressing. - Press X, jump!
It's not doing anything.
- Press X! - I just did! It didn't do it.
- Jump! - That's B, first of all.
Oh, oh! - Don't! - I just don't think it's worth it any more!
Don't! Don't! Don't!
- Right, I'll think about it. - Come on.
Give me one reason why I shouldn't.
Cos we need to finish the task.
- No. - No, come on.
- No! - Give it to me.
- I'm going to do it! - Give it to me.
- No! - No!
I'm sorry.
I was just saying goodnight.
I'm going to get off now, OK?
Trevor!
- You've come. - You rang, didn't you?
You never come.
The operator was worried about you.
- Mary's. - Where is she?
Dead.
No, not me. She was sick, so...
Nobody wanted Trixie, so I took her.
- I thought you hated dogs. - I don't hate dogs.
I just hate this dog.
She had no-one else, so...
And she's company.
Who's that?
Pissheads.
Three of them.
They've ripped the shutter off the door.
Council bounced them out and fixed it,
but they came back the next night, and the night after that.
- The council's given up. - So why didn't you ring us?
I did.
No-one comes.
- No-one cares. - I came. I care.
So go in your flat while I sort it for you.
- He hasn't got a clue. - So what happened, then?
Stole my banjo right from under me while I was asleep.
Dirty bastards.
Music off.
I said music off now!
- What are you doing here? - Trespass is a civil matter.
Abstracting electricity and criminal damage isn't.
- Fuck all to do with us, that. - Fuck off! Who asked you?
Fucking hell. Someone's time of the month, is it?
- Get up! - Ooh! - Ooh!
Get up now.
Now fuck off.
And if you come back, I swear to God...
- Leave it. Leave everything. Get the fuck out. - My sounds!
- Hey! You can't do that. - Out. Shut the fuck up!
Out.
Well, go on, then.
If you come back, I'll know.
Shit!
Marco!
Do you want a bevvy?
The fucking state of them!
A fucking bunch of nonces over there.
Now you fucking open.
Have you got any kids?
Sorry, I don't... What's your name?
- Madge. - Madge. Where's Vernon?
Look, I'm not fucking about. Where is he?
- Have you got a cigarette? - I don't smoke. Fuck.
- Where's Vernon? - Have you got one in the car?
- No. Where's Vernon? - Well, you should have.
One day, somebody might need an emergency ciggie,
- and you won't have one. - Well, if somebody does,
then somebody can go the fucking emergency shop and get some,
can't they? Where's Vernon?
There's fucking bad people coming here tonight.
If I can get Vernon out of here, then he's safe and you're safe.
- I asked you a question. - I told you, I've got no ciggies.
Have you got any kids?
Yeah, one.
- A girl. - Are you any good?
- I do me best. - We all do.
But is your best good enough?
No.
You only get one go at it, you know, love.
It's not fair, but if you fuck it up, that's it.
I failed.
He's upstairs.
Back room.
If he hears you coming, he'll hide behind the wardrobe.
Thank you.
Watch out for our Nora.
I know he's up there.
- Oh, fucking hell. - Don't you dare!
He's not under arrest, OK?
What do you mean he's not...? He's not done anything wrong.
He's not here. I said he's not even in the house.
I'm helping him out.
He's not here.
Please don't take him. Don't take him.
- Move now. - Vernon!
Vernon!
Are you fucking Vernon?
- Yeah. - Right. Get here.
It wasn't my idea. It wasn't my fucking idea, mate.
Mum, are you all right?
Right. Good lad.
- What's going on? - I'm fucking saving you, lad.
- My boy! - It's going to be OK. It's going to be OK.
Sh! Sh!
Let's go, Vernon! Close the door. Lock the door.
It's all right, love. It's all right.
Fuck! They were going to kill me, weren't they?
- They were going to kill me. - Whose fault's that?
I can't take much more of this shit, man. For fuck's sake.
What have you got belonging to him, anyway? To Franny.
You know what? Don't fucking answer that.
I'll have you at the bus station in 20 minutes.
- No, look, I can't. I can't go. Not yet, all right? - Why not?
- Look, I need to see our Stanley first. - No, mate!
Look, I can't protect you from these fucking fellas. You need to get out.
Listen to me. He'll be waiting for me, all right?
I always said if I was ever going to do a runner,
I'd say goodbye. I can't...
What?
Look, I've fucked this up here, all right?
And now he's going to have to pay the price for it.
You know, we do the crime, but they do the time, don't they?
"We"?
Right, where are we going, then?
_
All right?
I'm all good. I'm all good, mate, yeah. Hey, get on this.
She's proper funny, you know? I was blowing farts on her belly
- before she was... - I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Hey, I'm going to, erm... I'm going to get off, you know?
I've got the social coming in the morning,
- so I just want to be on it. - You'll be all right. Just have a bevvy.
- You'll be fine. - Listen, I am going to bounce, you know.
- Listen, you don't need me anyway. You're flying. - No, no.
I'll pretend to be your bird tomorrow when the social comes.
- What do you mean? - I'll be your bird,
and I'll act like her ma and that, and we'll pretend to be in love.
I'll look normal, and I'll wear a dress and make tea
and, like, everything. It'll be dead good.
Nah, mate, I'm going to... I'm going to get off, mate.
But only if you stay tonight.
Yeah, sound.
_
If they come back, ring me.
I will, yeah. Thank you.
I miss her.
She used to go on about me drinking,
but it took her dying to make me stop.
That would have done her head in.
I seem to remember she mostly just screamed at you.
Oh, that was just her way of talking. You got used to it.
I hated her, but at least I had someone to keep me going.
Living the dream, Trev.
Are you definitely all right?
I've got Trixie to look after now, so I won't...
You know.
Yeah.
Good.
It needed someone to break the rules.
You just went in there and sorted it.
Yeah.
Get some sleep, Trev.
Right, who knows you come here?
The world.
I live here. Look, I promise, mate,
I'll be quick, I swear down, I promise you, yeah?
You'd fucking better be.
Come on, man.
What do you want?
Emma, I just want to see Stanley, please.
- No, you ain't paid your rent. - I've not paid me rent?
He's going away, darling, all right?
I think it's only fair that they have a moment together.
Please.
- Right, I'll go and get him. But you're not coming in. - OK.
- Vernon, don't take long, mate. - I'll be quick, I promise you.
Come on, you.
Hello, Stanley! Stanley, come here! Come here.
- Hello, mate! Hello. - You are fucking joking me. A dog?
Yeah, it's Stanley. Hello, baby.
Your dad got pepper sprayed and it was dead dramatic, you know.
You his mate?
You're fucking joking, aren't you?
- Hey, Vernon. Vernon! - One sec, one sec.
- Uh, do you want a can or something? - It's OK.
- Hi, baby. - Lager?
- Can you see this? - Have a shot, then.
Do you want a shot? Shall I go and get us some shots?
- Go on. Just one. - You fucking snake.
Put him down. We're going.
You fuck... Are you fucking messing?
Fucking look after him, you horrible fucking grass!
I wouldn't have to if you paid your rent!
- Look after the fucking dog, Emma! - Shut your mouth.
- You fucking moron! Hello? - They've just left. - Get in the car.
It's not my fault, is it?
- Get in! - Stanley! In!
Where were you?
Stanley!
Stanley, get inside now!
Do you not get it, lad? Do you not fucking get it?
Hi. Sorry to bother you, I'm...
I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Constable...
Hi. Sorry to bother you. Erm... I'm, erm...
Hi. I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm Constable...
I'm, erm... I'm Rachel, Steve's ex.
I know who you are.
I just wanted to talk to you, and, erm...
I'm really sorry that I've come so late.
- It's just I saw... - Yeah, he said you'd come.
- Is everything OK? - He's warned me about you.
- I'm sorry? - He said you'd come. When he first said, honestly, I didn't
believe it because I didn't think anyone would be as mad as that.
- He warn...? He warned you? - Just go away.
I just want to help.
He said that you would come round,
you'd be causing trouble, slagging him off,
making him look like a psycho. But it's you who's mad.
I actually can't believe it. It's exactly what he said,
- and here you are. - I'm not mad.
So you went out of your way to find out where I live,
and now you're outside my doorstep at 1.00 in the morning.
- That's mad. - I'm not mad.
You are fucking mad.
Now please fuck off and leave me alone.
I'm just trying to help.
- Stop it! - What the fucking hell are you doing here?
Mad, am I?
- Am I mad? - Get her out, Steve.
Yeah, go on. It's all right. I've got her.
- You're in danger! - Just call the police.
- I am the fucking police! - You're going to have to leave, mate.
- I'm mad? - Get out now.
What if I don't?
What if you don't?
What if I don't, Steve? What are you going to do?
Just go. Get out.
- Don't you fucking touch me! - Stop!
Oh, my God! Stop it!
Fuck you!
Fuck you, Steve!
Fuck you!
Jesus Christ.
Are you fucking thick? A dog?!
- I didn't say he was me kid, did I? - Shut the fuck up, cunt!
Shut the fuck up!
I didn't even want it anyway, man.
- Wanted what? - What?
- You said you never wanted it. What the fuck is it? - The phone.
Franny's phone.
OK, look, it's one of them fucking second gen Encro things, all right?
Whoa! Whoa.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Oh, hang on, mate.
Here you are. Have a look.
That's Franny's entire operation right there.
Look, it's probably got everything on it.
It's like bank accounts, where he gets his gear from,
who he owes, who owes him.
And then Hodgkin, he got his hands on it and was blackmailing Franny.
He asked me to mind it for him, and...
I don't want to die over a fucking phone, mate.
Mate, just get the fuck out of town, OK?
Get on a coach and get the fuck out of town.
Fucking Stanley!
Same again tomorrow,
and there'll be even more at the weekend.
Nice.
Press the middle one there.
What you packing up for? It's still bouncing in there.
Got to pick Lexie up in the morning.
We haven't.
And what?
What are you doing?
This is fucking mine now!
I'll fucking pay you when I'm ready.
- You're a cheeky twat. - Yeah, I know.
You know the thing about you?
You're just not up to this.
And you can forget about the stash in that bag, too.
Come on, dickhead. See you tomorrow, Matty.
Go home to Lexie.
Hurry up, you fucking gobshite.
Really, Matty? Really?
You're just going to fucking sit there?
Barry!
Hey.
- Barry, I'm telling you now. - Jodie!
No, you're fucking not.
Get out the fucking van, you pair of shit-houses!
You want me fucking dropped?
- Fucking get out the van! - Come here.
I'm not moving.
Not moving anywhere.
Get out the fucking van!
Move! Fucking warning you.
Move out the fucking way!
Hey, do you think you're a fucking madman?
Stop! Barry!
Get the fuck off me!
- Leave it! - No!
Fucking move. I'm warning you!
Get out the fucking way!
- Get in the van! - Fucking idiot!
- Come here. - I swear to God.
Who do you think you are?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Fucking pricks!
You OK?
Marco! Hey.
- Get off, get off. - Lad.
Fuck off, Case. Fuck off!
Shit. Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Sorry. - You're OK.
You're taking the piss now, lad.
Oh! What happened to you?
I just want to see Adele.
Go on.
Hey.
- Hey. - Oh, poor baby.
I'm so fucking sick of this, Brenda.
Hey.
Right.
Fuck off, then.
What are you going to do with it?
Honestly, if I was you,
I'd just throw it in the fucking Mersey, to be honest.
- Nothing but a poisoned chalet. - Chalice.
Although, you being a bizzie, you might be able to crack it.
It's money, that.
It's a ticket to ride, that, mate.
There's your ticket to ride.
Nice one, mate.
Get to fuck.
Go easy.
All right? A bit busy at the moment, mate.
Chris? I've really fucked up.
Can you come, please?
I'm going to text you the address of where I am.
Can you just get here, please?
You have to let me in the house.
Do not move!
You can't let him bleed like this!
Shut up! Keep your fucking voice down!
- Hey! - Shut the fuck up!
Hey, hey. Fuck's going on?
She's attacked him is what's going on.
No. Stay there.
- Can I just speak to you for two seconds? - Yes. Calmly.
OK. She came to the house...
then she beat the shit out of him.
I'm just going to need you to call an ambulance or do something,
- because she is doing nothing. - All right. One moment, please.
Hey, hey.
All right, let's have a look. Let's have a look at what we've got here.
- She smacked him with a torch right there. - OK. All right.
This is messed up, mate.
Do you mind if I just...?
- Fucking...! - What the fuck? - Ow!
Sorry. My fault.
- Don't cause a fuss. - I'm not causing a fuss, Steve,
but look at your fucking head.
It looks superficial to me. I think we'll just take him
into custody, to be honest, then I'll have a look at him there.
What do you mean, take him into custody?
- _ - He needs to go to a hospital!
- I'm OK. - Why is everyone acting like this isn't a big deal?
- I don't understand what's going on! - Oi. Rachel.
What the fuck?
I fucked up.
Yeah, you did.
I'm going to need you to come with me, please, sir.
Move back. Thank you.
- We can see... - Ow! Fucking look out. Careful.
- We can see you at the station. - Wait, please.
It's a superficial wound. He'll be absolutely fine.
Can I just...? I don't understand what's happening right now.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of assault police.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Rachel, a fucking torch?
You just want me to sit and wait?
Try and stay dry, madam, all right?
Fuck you.
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