*CREDITS*
May we rejoice
in this day you have made,
as we wake refreshed
from the depths of our sleep.
Open our eyes to behold your presence
and strengthen our...
I'm sorry. I'm...
I'm so sorry. I just...
Thank you very much,
- and we'll see you again soon. - Thank you. See you soon.
What's got two buckets of crimson emulsion
and a sense of style?
You'd better not have hired a new decorator.
We are painting the town red.
Invitation to the new show
at the Carnation in London tomorrow night.
Me and you.
Gene Jones put in a good word with the designer.
You're kidding.
Oh, but how am I gonna find a babysitter at that short notice?
Your eldest. A husband.
Or, at a push,
we could try and lure the dragon down from Chapman Mountain.
See if she'll corral the little weasels.
It doesn't start till 9:00.
We'd only have an hour tops before the last train.
You're a successful businesswoman.
You can afford a night in a hotel.
When was the last time you had a continental breakfast?
Last week, I had a cold crumpet.
Cultivating business contacts, researching King's Road trends,
this trip will pay for itself.
Just the two of us?
I know the perfect place.
Cece's Boutique.
Is Cathy there?
Oh, yes. Hello, Geordie.
Er, one moment.
Has Dora told you about this band
she wants to see over in Wisbech?
I'm not having it.
What are you talking about?
Taking the bus by herself?
I've never even heard of this bloody Roland Stone.
It's the Rolling Stones.
- Who? - She's been banging on
about them for months. You don't listen, do you?
Well, maybe you could tell me, if you were ever here.
For God's sake, Geordie,
if you want to spoil her fun, sort it out yourself.
She doesn't listen to me, Cathy. She listens to you.
I'm, er, going to London tomorrow night for work.
I'll be back on Saturday.
What, you're staying over?
Yes. Peter and I have been invited to a fashion show.
This is what happens now I'm a successful businesswoman.
Peter?
Alphy?
Not here.
- What are you doing here? - I'm looking for Scrabble.
I once beat Sydney with my maledict.
- You did what? - On a triple word score.
The only thing Daniel has is Risk,
and I am not inflicting that on Raymond.
Good boy, Dickens.
Where is Alphy?
Don't know. Don't care.
I've had quite enough of his selfish drop.
He walked out of the midweek service this morning.
And he'll not be long for the parish
once the bishop gets wind.
Aren't you in the least bit concerned?
Some of us have responsibilities
we actually take seriously.
You found it, Uncle Len?
Uncle Len?
Marcus has asked Daniel and I to,
well, help out more.
Share the load.
Two men?
If his father can't cope, report it to the authorities.
No. He'll be taken from Marcus and away from the village.
And what happens when Marcus dies, and they find out
you've been playing Happy Families?
Leonard, you must see that this...
Is between Marcus and us.
So, I'll thank you for not sticking your beak in.
My beak?
Fine. Be ridiculous.
See who gets burned.
- Mira. - Alphy, what are you doing here?
I have to talk to you.
No, no, sorry, I... I can't do this.
You owe me this much. You know you do.
- Alphy... - You have turned my life
upside down.
For the last 30 years, I knew exactly who I was,
and then I find you,
and my whole life, my faith
was really just an accident, a mistake.
Do you have any idea
what that kind of doubt is like,
what that does?
I thought it would pass.
That eventually, I'd...
I'd wake up and feel better.
I could just get through the week
or the month, but I'm...
I'm sinking.
I have turned my back on my flock,
I have gambled my money,
hurt my best friends,
because everything feels...
pointless.
I never wanted to hurt you.
You found me.
You invited me into your world,
expecting everything to fall into place.
You turned my world upside down.
The last time I'd seen you, you...
You fit into the palm of my hand.
So now to find you,
such a big, wonderful, caring man,
it mended my heart.
You fixed a part of me that I had forgotten was broken.
But then
when we met last month, I...
You caught me lying.
And... I lashed out like a child.
I said awful things.
I want to tell my husband about you.
I want him and Rajesh to meet you. I do.
I want it to happen,
but you need to give me space.
I can't tell you how to find your faith again,
but I can tell you that you haven't wasted your life.
And if becoming a vicar was an accident,
then it is the happiest possible accident.
You help people. You give them hope.
And the happiest possible discovery of them all
is that you found a family.
A real family
in Grantchester.
They love you.
They have given you everything
that I never could.
Oh, hello. What do you want?
Could I, um...
- Are you okay? - Just dandy.
I've come to make amends.
How does that work?
Well,
I'm sorry.
I've been an ass.
Go on.
I'm glad you found my mother.
Now, I know I haven't always acted like it,
but I don't think I ever thanked you properly.
Instead, when it got complicated,
I took it out on you.
You want me to forgive you?
No, I just...
I needed to say that.
Well, I forgive you, you daft sod.
Did you practise that speech?
You're packing up?
Start the new job on Monday.
This is my last week working cases.
I didn't realise. That's come around quick.
These things always do.
Are you feeling okay about it?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You spoken to Leonard yet?
No.
I haven't figured out that speech.
I reckon you're struggling more with forgiving yourself.
Yeah.
And with how I feel about this.
Really?
Boss, body been found over on Patch Lane.
You wanna come along?
I hear there's nothing like a death
to make you a believer.
What have we got, Larry?
Driver's licence identifies him
as Frank Brook. Lives in Chesterton.
Hold up?
So, killer exits the van, blood on his hands,
closes the door.
Could be.
Any sign of a murder weapon?
Can we get this open?
On it, boss.
Blood on the stems.
So maybe they were in the front when Frank died.
Maybe.
There's a note.
"Darling, I'm sorry it didn't work out.
Remember the good times."
- No names. - Well, either that's a motive,
or a big coincidence.
If it is a motive, was the person getting dumped
mad at Frank specifically, or...
did they simply just stab the messenger?
There you go, my dear.
- Bye-bye. - Thanks.
So, can you babysit?
And abandon the halibut?
Friday's fish night.
- Jack looks forward to it. - Oh, please, Sylvia.
You're spending more time
with Mr. Switch than your own family.
- I'm not. - And how can we afford
trips to London and fancy hotels?
Because we're actually doing well.
It's time we enjoyed it.
Why don't you treat Jack for once?
I do, with halibut.
I mean, a holiday.
Excuse me.
We're open till 5:00.
Oh, well, not today, ladies.
Keys, if you please.
We're closing early.
Found the key in the glove box.
Blimey.
Well, floristry is not what I thought it was.
Tools of an armed robber.
Hasn't Inspector Standing's team been investigating
robberies over in Huntingdon?
I'll ask.
And I checked Brooks' flower shop.
Lad there hadn't seen Frank since close last night.
But he did mention a fiance.
How did he die?
Are you sure you want to know?
Yeah.
Stabbed.
Christ.
Bloody idiot.
Was Frank involved in something?
You get a flower order wrong,
people come back for refunds, not blood.
Susan, we found a toolbox in his van
with a gun inside it.
Well,
delivery vans get held up.
It pays to be prepared.
There was a balaclava, too. That for the cold nights?
Why did you call him an idiot?
Because we just paid the deposit at the Feathers
for our wedding reception.
When did you last see him?
We had dinner at mine last night, but he left.
Early starts.
He'd have been at the flower market
at 5:00 a.m.
And where were you this morning?
Oh, bloody coppers.
Must be impossible, keeping a wife
with a mind like that.
Like you kept your dead fella.
Geordie.
I woke at 7:00, at work by 9:00.
The hairdresser's on Wilson's Court.
You live alone?
Well, you could have met Frank on Patch Lane
- before 9:00 this morning. - Well, I didn't.
You could have received a bouquet from him.
With a "Dear John" note.
Taken it badly.
No.
I've not seen this.
Is this how you treat a grieving woman?
I'm not surprised by him, but a man of God?
To hell with you both.
This is taking too long.
Just get the bags.
You. Empty the till.
Don't help them.
No, see, she gets it.
Yeah. The faster we've done,
sooner we're gone from your shop.
It's not a shop, it's a boutique.
And her husband's a policeman.
- Sylvia. - She's memorised your faces,
where you've left fingerprints.
You'll be locked up before sunset.
- Should've worn the masks. - You're bluffing.
You a copper's wife?
Who's there?
I can see your feet, love.
Come on. Out.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Please don't hurt me.
Sit over there. Go on.
Where's the rest?
Did the bank run this morning.
- That's all we have. - You've gotta be kidding.
Please, just take the money and go.
Look, it doesn't matter, all right?
This is just a bonus.
We're here for Mr. Switch.
Susan touched a nerve.
Well, daft cow is lying to us.
Geordie. What is it?
I think Cathy might be having an affair.
Or about to start one.
With Mr. Switch.
- She can't be. - You've seen her
spending time with him.
You know, drinks after work.
And now they're going on some fashion trip together.
She's pulling away.
And I bloody paired them up.
- Well, have you said anything? - No.
Don't have proof.
And maybe I don't have the right.
Why would you not have the right?
I had no idea.
What happened?
Stupid mistake. Nine years ago.
And all that time, I've been waiting
for the other shoe to drop.
I really thought we'd move past it.
Things have been good.
Geordie, you can't give up on her.
She's put up with so much.
Not just my mistakes.
The hours, the worry.
And when I'm finally this close
to a cushy desk job.
Boss.
DI Edwin Standing's team's connected
half a dozen robberies over the last six weeks.
All with full-masked men.
One of them armed with a sawn-off shotgun,
one with a pistol.
But no leads?
Thefts have been well-planned.
Efficient. Cash only.
Quick getaway each time.
Maybe it's Frank Brook's gang.
Maybe the others turned on him.
Susan must know something.
Well, she wasn't exactly forthcoming.
Then we find another angle.
- What? - Hello, Switchy.
JP.
What are you doing here?
Well, uh...
Whoa, whoa, no. Whoa, whoa. Easy now.
We come for our money.
Well, take what's in the till. That's all there is.
Don't play dumb.
We need it all. Everything Frank gave you.
Where is Frank?
He'll be along any minute.
Where's the money?
It's not here. It's in the bank.
- What have you done? - Now's not the time.
Now is the ruddy time!
Are you responsible for this predicament?
These gentlemen are part of a, erm,
consortium that I owed a debt to.
They happened to have
a delightfully large amount of cash
that needed safekeeping, and, well,
with my fingertips at Cece's accounts,
the opportunity presented itself.
That money got us through a rough couple of months.
This whole time, you've been lying to me.
Tricking me. I'm not even a good businesswoman.
All right, enough.
You said it's in the bank. So you can get it now.
It's our account.
You'll need me or Cathy with you, and we'll refuse.
You won't need to do that.
Yes, he does.
No.
I got the bank to make Mr. Switch
a signatory on withdrawals.
Cathy.
All right, you take Switch to the bank.
Get it all. I'll wait here for Frank.
You owe Frank nothing.
Even if he hadn't died this morning,
he was never walking down that aisle.
Never celebrating at the Feathers.
- So who was he working with? - No idea.
He was leaving you.
- No. It's not like that. - We have the note.
You've been here before, haven't you, Susan?
Two domestics. Both causing a breach of the peace.
Old boyfriends. Old news.
You shook your head when you heard
Frank had been killed, like you half expected it.
Like It's the best you deserve.
But, Susan, you deserve better than that.
Stop punishing yourself.
It's not your fault that he died or that he stole.
But it will be your fault if someone else gets hurt.
JP. John Paul Millwood,
Bob Spindlove and Dexter Sutton.
That was his gang. And that's all I know.
I brought lunch.
And whatever we don't have,
I thought we could take to Jack
and Mrs. C's for tea later.
We won't be going.
Why not?
She was very rude about us helping Raymond.
"Ridiculous," she said.
That it's up to the authorities.
I thought we both agreed.
Well, we agreed to help out.
Now,
I wouldn't trade this time for anything, but...
it has become something more.
Fine. Side with her.
Leonard, it's not about taking sides.
Men like us,
we have to let go of so much.
I wasn't ready to let go of the church,
but Raymond's been such a wonderful distraction.
Yesterday, I started thinking about school in September.
You've done so much for him.
But we are not his family.
It will only get harder to say goodbye.
Dex Sutton. No fixed abode.
Nasty piece of work, by all accounts.
JP Millwood's not at home,
but didn't show for work this morning.
One conviction for handling stolen goods,
two for ABH.
Bob Spindlove
got picked up over in Peterborough
late last night for petty theft.
They allowed him to make one phone call.
The number he rang matched Frank Brook's address.
So Frank knew one of his gang had been caught.
That we'd be closing in.
So maybe the note to Susan was a goodbye
before he did a runner.
All right, you check Frank's home and the florists.
- Any clue as to where they'd go. - Boss.
I'm going to miss this.
Reading endless police files?
You're going to miss it, too.
I can put a word in with Larry if you like.
See if he fancies retaining a regional vicar.
We're good at it.
We're a good team.
Everything has its time, Alphy.
A job with regular hours. More holidays.
That's what Cathy deserves.
It might be our best chance.
Only chance.
Tell her you know.
Fight for her.
Still glass half full, then?
I reckon you've got some faith left.
In people.
That there's good in us all.
Don't give up.
Because if you and Cathy can't make it,
what hope is there for the rest of us?
They were planning to skip town.
So they might have met up after the tip-off.
Fancy a swift half at the Feathers?
Do you think we'll be on the telly?
I've always wanted to be famous.
Are you Nora Millwood's boy?
You are, aren't you? Pierre, was it?
Something foreign.
John Paul.
Everyone calls me JP.
I went to school with Nora.
- You knew Mum? - Lovely girl.
Turn in her grave knowing you were on the rob.
Hey. I'm doing this for my daughter, all right?
Give her a better life.
Nothing says "Better life" like her dad in prison.
My ex ran off with her.
I already never see her. Is that fair?
Well, you can bloody talk,
with a crook for an accountant.
That wasn't my choosing.
Hey, I didn't know about it either, did I?
Was the accountant fella your man?
No.
No. Why do you say that?
Because it looked like he broke your heart.
Bloody men. Always let you down.
Well, that's why I'm here, trying a fresh start.
That's what Cece's was supposed to be about.
But now it's a lie.
And you put a perfectly good marriage at risk.
Sylvia, nothing happened.
Enough of the chatter.
Let me guess.
He promised you the moon and stars.
It was just nice to be listened to.
He was interested.
Butter you up, then let you down.
Bastards, the lot of them.
There are still some good men out there.
We're just heading down the Feathers to ask around.
Boss...
I found something else in the paperwork from the florist.
We've had Frank's accountant in here before.
It's Peter Switch.
Isn't that Cece's accountant?
Don't answer it.
They're not picking up.
They could just be busy.
Switch was involved in the Bert Mills case.
Not directly.
Maybe it's a coincidence.
You think I'm taking that risk?
JP, it's me. Let us in.
You... sit there.
We got it.
We can still make the early ferry.
Yeah, once Frank gets here.
I don't think Frank's coming.
- You said he was. - If he's not here now,
then something must have happened.
He must have done a runner. I don't know. It's just us.
We can make it.
You lot...
stay calm. Don't screw up now.
Any of you try and follow us,
I'll be aiming this at you
as soon as you come out that door.
Okay.
Back in, back in, back in!
That's JP and Dexter.
Cathy!
Cathy.
Back off,
right now.
Please understand that this is not what any of us wants.
You've done so much for us.
You don't know what a joy it's been.
What an honour.
But it's not our place to look after you.
- We're not family. - You are!
You're my favourite uncles.
Social Services will find someone.
No, please don't get up.
I'm damned if I'm letting him go with strangers.
- Marcus... - I'll change my will.
I'll make him your ward.
If you'll have him, that is?
Marcus...
I have a criminal record.
So does Dad. And Uncle Pete.
That's why you can't go to them either.
I don't.
I've radioed Force Control
to get firearms ready.
Hold off! I want this done without any shots fired.
Do you understand?
Okay.
It's all tied up with the florist murder.
We need to know where those two have been since last night.
Cathy'll be okay.
You don't know that.
What are we gonna do? JP? I can't get caught. No way.
- I don't know, okay? - I don't...
You did this, didn't you?
You signalled the bank...
No, no...
- You're dead, Switch! - Stop it!
He's our prisoner now.
They all are... right?
We use them to bargain. They're our way out.
- We don't need all of them. - We do. We do.
We need the police to trust us.
Yeah? Listen to me.
Calm heads, yeah?
Nothing rash. And we'll get out of here.
I just want to talk, that's all.
I'm Inspector Keating.
So how about you tell me your name?
It doesn't matter.
Okay. How about I take a guess...
JP Millwood.
And maybe you've got Dexter Sutton
in there with you, too.
Look, Keating, we've got four people in here.
You try anything daft and it's on your head.
Can you tell me who they are?
The two ladies that run the place,
is a customer and the accountant.
Mr Switch...
JP...
All I care about is that those people in there
go home to their loved ones safe and well.
Now, what will it take to get that?
You could get some food. We're famished.
And a fast car.
You get me that, I'll give you two of them.
I need all four.
We're holding on to two as insurance.
We'll let 'em go as soon as we're far enough away.
Got it?
I'll need time.
You've got 30 minutes.
You all right, mister?
Is he okay?
He's brought it all on himself.
I didn't have a choice.
You've seen what these men are like.
I had to do it.
Don't back-pedal now just cos the police are here.
Look, the money was just resting in your account.
Banks do it all the time.
Everyone bends the law. I bet even Geordie...
Don't you dare bring him into this.
I can't believe I almost...
Oh, don't be so prissy.
You loved the attention. You know you did.
Hush, please.
- You lied to me! - And you ate it up.
The "Coco Chanel of the Fens?" Really?
Come on.
You were lucky to have me.
Barmaid at the Feathers says Frank and JP were in last night.
Raised voices...
JP called Frank a "selfish bastard,"
bit of argy-bargy.
Landlord kicked 'em out just before closing.
What was Frank doing that was selfish?
Good work, Larry.
How quickly can you get your car here?
- Mine? - They want a fast car.
Yours looks the part.
So we measure, say, half a gallon in the tank,
but we rig the gauge to say it's full.
And they break down 20 miles out.
Geordie!
Have you spoken to Cathy or Mrs C?
Are they okay?
I don't know.
Well, what are you doing about it?
You're just standing around out there...
I'm sure Geordie knows what...
Yeah, we're negotiating with them, Jack.
Negotiating?
You need a show of force!
Show you mean business!
Jack, it's okay. Nobody's been hurt.
And Geordie's got a plan.
Cathy's in there too.
But I do need someone to get my car and bring it here.
- I'll go. - Thank you.
You were right.
I've been a fool.
Yes, well, least said, soonest mended.
I have to tell Geordie.
Are you mad, girl? What did I just say?
I have to!
Pipe down.
Oh, good grief!
You're blowing up a marriage.
Leonard's stealing a family.
Alphy's abandoned his post.
The whole world's gone topsy-turvy.
Oh, you all right, Sylvia?
Oh, my God. Get... Get help.
Sylvia! Sylvia!
I've been awful to you.
And there's...
I'm so sorry.
I wasn't there for you. For the village.
I may not be the right man for this job.
No. I've had the same thought.
But I've seen you be the right man.
And you're at least talking like it now.
Keating!
Hey, we need a doctor in here.
- What's happened? - Lady's collapsed.
Just bring her out. We'll get a doctor.
Now, these people are the only thing
keeping you from bursting in.
For God's sake, JP.
Take me instead.
- A trade. - Alphy, no.
Deal.
I'll fetch her now.
I know you're on some kind of atonement bender,
but you don't have to risk your bloody life.
Geordie, it makes sense.
Look, maybe I can figure out who killed Frank.
We didn't do anything. She just went down.
I've got you, Mrs C.
Hey.
How's Cathy doing?
G... Geordie.
She's not thinking straight.
She's not...
I brought fish and chips.
Over there.
Cathy.
Thanks.
Alphy, have you seen Sylvia?
Georgie's with her.
He'll get her help.
And is, er... Is he okay?
He's worried about you.
But he's being brilliant.
Is this, um, lunch or dinner?
I've lost track of all time.
I only came in to buy a dress.
Oh, er, please don't, er...
Oh, no. Never mind.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry. Bad habits.
Has she paid for that dress yet?
Keep the dress.
You deserve it after all this.
You gave us quite a shock there, Mrs C.
The doc said drop in blood pressure due to stress.
I'm just glad you're okay.
That Millwood boy, he did say he was doing it
for his daughter. To be back with her.
Frank was ditching his fiancee,
he would have wanted JP to leave
without his daughter... a clean getaway.
That what the "selfish bastard" argument was about?
Find out where the daughter is.
Maybe we can get ahead of them.
Thanks, Jack.
Sylvia's out. She's okay.
Oh, thank God.
And Cathy's still in there?
Along with Alphy.
Oh, my darling.
Sylvia.
That Mrs Chapman...
she gonna be okay?
I-I don't know.
She's out of harm's way. Unlike the rest of us.
As long as we get what we want, you'll all be fine.
Just don't cross us.
I believe you.
I saw what you did to Frank Brook.
What's happened to Frank?
Oh, come on.
One of you killed him.
A two-way split's better than three, right?
I... I thought he'd run.
Well, somebody got to him.
It wasn't me.
Then your friend?
He's just a kid he pretends to be tough.
He wouldn't shoot Frank.
Frank was stabbed.
What's going on in here?
Frank's dead.
What did you do?
You said he'd run. He's messing with you.
No. No, I'm not. Not at all.
I knew you were touched.
What did you do?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey!
Is anyone hurt?
Bastard! You killed Frank!
It wasn't me.
JP! What's happening?
They heard the shot. They just want to know if anyone's hurt.
- JP! - Go on, tell 'em.
And get our car. No mucking around.
I want to be gone from here.
What happened?
Is everyone all right?
It's just a bit of property damage, that's all.
Everybody's fine.
Where's our car?
It's here.
Now, you promised me two hostages.
All right, two of you are coming with us.
I'll go with you. You don't need anyone else.
Thanks, but it ain't your choice.
Bugger it, I'll go.
No. No, you mustn't.
You just got caught up in all this.
- Take me. - Cathy.
Don't be daft. You've got a family.
Let me be bloody mad for a day.
It... it won't be for long.
Just 'til we're clear of Cambridge.
Sorry vicar, one of you's with us
all the way across the channel.
A trip to France. Lucky old me.
One of you?
You... you're ditching one of us?
I could pick up my little girl now, can't I?
I mean, it's on the way.
You want her that badly, what do I care?
Bob Spindlove got picked up last night,
so you two and Frank were going to run.
But you bought four ferry tickets this morning,
before you came in here. Before you knew about Frank's death...
So, who was going? You two, Frank, and...
Well, the selfish bastard wanted to bring his fiancee.
His fiancee?
Geordie, could I talk to you for a moment?
I was brusque with you earlier.
It's perfectly understandable, Jack.
No...
You're putting on a better front than me.
She'll be all right, you know.
I've let things slide with Cathy.
Standing still all day like an idiot,
when I should've been fighting for her.
I'm getting Cathy out of this mess.
And I'm never letting go of her again.
Well, whatever worries you have, she loves you.
She would never leave you.
No. It's not like that.
It's not like that...
He was leaving you.
No, it's not like that.
Christ on a bike...
Larry!
I need Susan Lee brought down here now.
Boss.
How long is this gonna take?
- This yours? - Yeah.
I better change out of this.
Oh, honestly, keep it.
Oh, pollen stains.
You'll want sticky tape and cold water for that.
You work in a flower shop?
Yeah, good guess.
Part-time. Plays havoc with my sinuses.
You were resigned about Frank's behaviour.
Was he playing away?
You dragged me here for this?
Susan, there are four hostages whose lives are at stake,
and it's all connected to Frank's murder.
Now, I know it's hard to admit,
I know it makes you feel angry and ashamed...
but please tell me.
Yeah, there were others.
Do you know who?
Not all.
There was a girl at his work. Head in the clouds.
You worked with Frank Brook!
What... What are you talking about?
What?
He was planning on running away with his fiancee, so...
it was you he was ditching.
Tracey Western, resident at 6 Glynde Road.
That's just off Patch Lane,
where Frank was found.
You thought he was your ticket to a better life,
but then he left you that note, that bouquet...
You couldn't accept it, could you?
He was panicking. Running back to her.
But I deserved that money.
- Oh, my God! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Give me the gun... now!
Take it.
Tracey...
don't do this.
I didn't put in all that time with Frank for nothing.
I was promised a life of luxury.
I came here to collect what I'm owed.
It's not yours!
This says it is.
Pick up my money.
Outside. Nice and slow.
Okay.
Everyone stay back.
Tracey...
- Are the keys in that car? - Yep.
Ready to go.
So no-one needs to get hurt.
Stay back!
I'm taking Cathy.
No. No, you're not.
It's all right. I'll go.
No.
Not her.
No! No!
- Stay back! - My money!
Stay back!
Hey, son...
don't be foolish.
Let's put the gun down.
It's all right.
Just give it to me.
Geordie.
Geordie! Geordie!
- No! - Move!
No, no, no!
No, you listen to me, Geordie Keating.
Where's the bloody doctor?
You're going nowhere.
I'm not losing you.
Love you, Geordie Keating.
It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, Geordie.
You're gonna be okay.
No, Geordie!
*CREDITS*