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[seagulls squawking]

[Nurse] Mr Beckett?

[Donny] He gave it to me. Like a tip.

- What, the money? - No. The wallet.

- The wallet? - Yeah.

[sighs] Look, I spoke to Layla...

...she said he was behaving a bit odd just before.

What kind of odd?

Said he sort of backed off her. Went a bit cold.

- Well, she's a dog. - Yeah, but then he got confused.

He emptied the wallet. He gave her the lot.

- Just thought you should know. - That's very noble of you.

What about your place, then, Donny, eh? Swarming with Kosovos.

[sighs]

It's difficult, Cal.

We always stayed loyal. You know that.

Stayed?

Maybe it'll work out now. You giving them the houses.

What houses?

Matty rousted a couple of streets.

I thought you'd know.

Yeah. I did know.

Must have been a nasty fall, mate.

Yeah, it was a shock, Donny.

It was a shock.

[Verney] What we are looking at here, I'm afraid, is fairly acute.

Based on the scans and having spoken to Sebastian

about conversations he's had with your husband,

I'd say this is a case of early onset Alzheimer's

with a significant vascular component.

Meaning?

[Verney] His symptoms will progress quite sharply.

Emotionality. Tearfulness. Hallucinations.

The present will make less and less sense.

He will retreat to the past.

Although often not an accurate version of the past.

We call it confabulation.

Falsification of memory in a clear consciousness.

[Jo] Richie...

Fuck it.

Fuck it.

I'm not having this. I'm not fucking having it.

I am in here like some fucking muppet.

I'm here. I'm alive.

It's not like I've got fucking cancer. I'm healthy.

Who are these fucking people, huh?

- Richie. - Who dreams this up, huh?

Fucking Alzheimer's. Dementia.

Where did they dream all that up?

We never had that when I was a fucking kid.

It's a fucking con. One great big fucking con.

It's just a way then can keep these fucking places going.

All I got is a bit of stress.

Maybe depression. Maybe depression. Maybe. But I am here.

And I tell you this I'm not going down.

I am not fucking going down.

[Richie breathing heavily]

[Jo] Richie?

Are you okay?

You should go.

[Jo] Where? [Richie] Away.

Go away.

I should never have dragged you into this shit.

I should never have taken you away from him.

Who? Seb?

You didn't take me away from anyone.

Why have you got him involved again?

Is this it?

Is this the disease?

- Disease? - Or condition.

No, no, you said disease.

Is that what I am to you now, I'm just diseased?

- No. - You said it,

- you said disease. - No, I didn't...

I never said you were diseased.

- You're just getting confused. - 100. 93. 86. 79. 72.

I ain't fucking confused. I ain't fucking done either.

I don't need any more of this shit.

What I need is to get this place back to fucking normal.

Clear it out.

Get myself some space, some time to fucking think.

Where is everybody? Whoa! Anybody work here?

- Mr Beckett? - Where's Dmitri?

- He's taken a few days off. - He's my fucking manager.

He should be here. What's the cut-off day?

Whatever it is, bring it forward.

We are going to have a grand reopening.

Link it in with the PR, get in the celebs,

the Mayor, the footballers, whatever. PR, put ourselves back on the map.

[mobile phone ringing]

Music, eh, live bands, eh...

I think that's your phone, Mr Beckett.

Uh, it's your phone.

It's Cal.

You should talk to him.

[Matty] Jesus. We so don't need this right now.

[Jo] What do you mean "We don't need it"?

[Matty] I mean, the fucking mess this has landed us in.

[Jo] What about Richie?

What about the mess that's going on in his head?

He's your father, Matty. What do you think he's feeling?

- You don't care, do you? - Mum.

- You don't actually care. - Of course, I care.

It's awful and I'm sorry. But we've to get used to the fact that

we're on our own now. We have to survive.

Aricept. It attacks different facets of brain deterioration.

But they only alleviate the symptoms. And only temporarily.

He may be back for a bit, he may not.

He may think straight, he may go ape shit.

That's how it is now.

And what are you going to do?

Have you thought about that?

Are you going to stick around to wipe his arse for the next 20 years?

[Millie shouting]

Get the cowboys. Get the cowboys, Jess.

[makes whooshing sound]

Oh, we got her, she's dead.

- Oh, no, she's just pretending! - [Millie shouting]

[Richie ululating]

[snorts]

[groans]

[Richie] Not in front of the kids.

- [Millie] Richie, we want to play. - Get downstairs. Richie's busy.

- [Millie] Daddy? - Downstairs.

I'll be down in a minute, honey, okay?

Is this it, huh?

- Is this where we've ended up? - You're in no position, all right, Dad.

Not after what you did.

What I did? What the fuck are you talking about?

What did I do, huh?

[Richie] Fucking plastic frames!

You not taking calls any more then, Richie?

Decapitated.

They don't think she's much more than a teenager.

And some evil fucker has cut her head off.

God only knows where that is.

They know your boy's been fucking these Albanian girls.

You got nothing on us.

They're taking over, aren't they?

It's eating away, John, yeah.

- Is that all you've got to say? - Don't shout.

- Don't shout at me. - I'm not shouting.

You shout and I'll get angry.

- I'll get really mad. - Yeah. I've seen it.

Making a twat of yourself on the golf course.

Making a twat of all of us.

- The golf? - Yeah.

The golf. Gordon Phillips.

Half a million investment up the swannee. Thinks you're a fucking head case.

Does he?

I've put my neck on the line for you over the years.

Not any more. No more deals.

This is murder. Tell Cal I want to talk to him.

[Newsreader on TV] Some breaking news for you now.

Uh, the mutilated body of a young woman is reported to have been found

close to Brighton's eastern promenade this morning.

Police say the body had been decapitated

and they believe the woman may have been of Eastern European origin.

Police are appealing for witnesses in the area.

We're moving on to the football now. And the Seagulls--

[man speaking indistinctly]

[Cal] You know what they've done?

- All right, upstairs. - [Cal] Fuck upstairs.

- Boys, could you just...? - All right.

[Matty] Thank you.

- This is aimed at me. - This is aimed at all of us, all right?

Why? I mean, you gave them houses.

Why are they doing this now?

I don't know. Maybe they see you as a problem.

- Do you? - What?

- Do you see me as a problem? - What are you talking about?

I'm just wondering what kind of deal you did with them.

We did a deal about some fucking houses.

- What about the girl's body? - Yeah, Dad was supposed to negotiate.

Oh, right. Dad. Dad.

Dad's head's gone.

And what, you put him into a room

to negotiate with a bunch of fucking psychopaths.

Yeah, one of whom you tried to kill with your bare fucking hands.

- Huh? - Cause and effect, Cal.

Now we're all paying the price of your fuck ups.

Why didn't you tell me about the old man?

Oh, you'd have spotted it yourself if you weren't so coked out of your head.

[Cal] Why didn't he tell me?

No, he just beats the shit out of me instead.

Is it bad?

Yeah.

Have you spoken about him to anyone?

- No. - Don't.

If people think he's losing it this whole thing falls apart.

- What whole thing? - We have a peace now

we can live with that.

[Cal grunts]

Peace? What fucking peace have I got?

- I'm all over that girl's body. - But you didn't kill her, Cal.

All right? You just need to lie low for a bit. We'll settle--

Lie low? Lie low?

Now why is the answer to everything for me to lie low?

[laughs]

You are so clever...

But what about her head, Matty?

Her fucking head. What about that?

- Cause and effect, is it? - All right, I'll sort it.

- You're out of your depth, mate. - Leave it with me. I'll do it.

What're you going to do, huh?

The police are going to be on your back, wherever.

- That's the idea, isn't it? - It's not my idea.

- All bets are off now, Matty. - Cal! Cal!

[Jo] Matty?

[Matty] You must have taken it, Dad.

- I forget things. - [Matty] I know.

[stammers] But, Dad, this is really important.

[Jo] Richie, just try.

Do you remember going in the garage?

Looking in the freezer?

No.

I don't, uh... I don't remember.

Right, erm...

...I'll call you later.

[footsteps approaching]

You going out?

Yeah.

I was there when Terry took that picture.

Stood right behind him.

Man, you were fucking gorgeous.

Rich, for me?

For you.

You remember that night

when Terry was taking photographs of Moonie

treading the drums at the marquee? Remember?

That was iconic.

We were at the centre of the universe.

Whatever happened to Terry?

[Sighs]

Who knows?

Lost in the mists of time.

"Lost in the mists of time." Hmm?

I like that.

"Lost in the mists of time."

Don't go out tonight.

Not tonight.

- I, erm... - Hey, you promised.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay. It's okay.

[sighs]

I'll... I'll be back.

Have a good night.

[door opens]

[door opens]

[mobile phone ringing]

- Marin? - [Marin] We need to talk.

[doorbell buzzing]

[Marin] You said you had police contacts.

Yeah, we do.

[Marin] We keep our promises.

We delivered the girl for you to remove your brother.

Now we need protection.

This is what you promised.

I'll... I'll talk to my father.

And there is another matter.

Maybe you should get him to a hospital.

He's illegal. No papers. There will be many questions.

And your father did this.

[Jo speaking indistinctly]

Okay. Let's get in my office.

No way. Haven't you got some backstreet quack

- who does this kind of thing? - [Jo] No.

We've got private medical insurance, probably exactly the same as you.

Matty thinks this guy needs to get to a hospital.

Why the hell should I risk my good name to do that?

Okay.

Maybe just have a look at him.

Richie's out of it now.

I don't know where else to turn.

Why should I do anything for Richie?

You wouldn't be doing it for him.

[scoffs]

[beeping]

Dad?

How you doing?

Mind like a fucking razor.

Work's coming on.

Yeah, I'm going to organise a bit of a do.

Re-opening.

We gonna have to talk about that.

No, Dad, we don't need to talk about that.

We need to talk about what we're going to do about these cabbage pickers.

Now they're not going to stop at the hotel.

They're going to try and wipe us out.

They've dumped that girl's body, put me in a frame.

And Matty's giving them fucking houses.

You do remember that, don't you?

- Houses? What houses? - Our houses.

But they're not going to stop there.

My houses? My fucking houses?

All right, okay, yeah. Your houses, Dad, yeah.

It was your idea, Seb.

You and your mad mate, Milton,

going to buy half the streets of Brighton,

great way to get rid of the drug money, man.

Dad, what are you talking about?

You know what I'm fucking talking about.

- Dad? - There's a girl.

- That's what fucked me. - What girl?

The one that they dumped?

You do know they dumped her, don't you?

She shouldn't have been there.

I got it wrong.

What?

Dad. What the fuck are you talking about?

Cal?

What? What the fuck happened to your face, son?

Who did that to you? Tell me, who?

No, honestly, no one did. It's, uh... It's okay, Dad.

It's okay.

You, uh...

You remember the Albanians, don't you?

Of course, I remember the Albanians. What the fuck you talking about?

Okay. Well, uh...

Then you know what the deal was, don't you?

- The deal? - Yeah.

We're going to hit them.

You, me, Donny, Jason.

Gonna round up some others and we're going to hit them.

Because that was the deal.

They give us the girl's body or we hit them.

Yeah. Of course.

Good.

And it's me and you, Dad.

We run this thing.

Yeah. We run it.

You and me, good boy.

[Ed] You said you loved them.

I did.

- I thought I did. - But you bought them.

Well, no. I said that I'd take them home and see if I could live with them.

I'm sorry.

What the fuck are you playing at, Jo?

Have you been bullied into this?

No one bullies me into anything. You should know that.

Jo?

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- You sure Richie's up for this? - It was his idea, Donny.

All right, we'll go in. You stay here. Keep the engine running.

[Vajkal groans]

I think he's probably just got a bit of a secondary infection.

There may be a thin fracture of the skull, it's hard to tell.

This is bad?

Well...

- He should go to hospital, yes? - I suppose, ideally.

[Davit] You must arrange. Your father did this.

Richie did this?

I'm doing what I can. All right, I brought you a doctor.

Yeah? I kept my promise.

[tyres screeching]

[Donny] Get back in. Get down!

[gunshots]

[men speaking indistinctly]

[Donny] Get down.

[men speaking indistinctly]

Come on, move!

Cal! Cal!

Get down!

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[Jo] Get in!

[Jo] Oh, Jesus, it's Richie.

[Cal] Dad! Dad!

[Donny] This is a complete fuck up.

[gunfire]

Cal, come on let's go! Let's go!

Fuck, she was alive, Jo.

- What? - The girl, behind the curtain.

She was still alive.

[laughs]

Your Albanian friend has a fractured skull,

possible internal bleeding and a serious secondary blood infection.

He doesn't need a hospital, he needs a fucking morgue.

[laughs]

Ooh.

[keys jangling]

[doorbell buzzing]

Fuck.

It's the police.

- What shall I do? - Let them in.

- Yeah? - I'll talk to Richie.

- He's not there. - What? What?

[doorbell rings]

[Matty] Well, all our property on those streets is rented to students.

If you talk to John Foreman he'll confirm that.

DCI Foreman is no longer on this investigation.

So I'll ask you again. Where's your husband?

I told you. He's out running. Every morning.

[Goodchild] Well, I need to speak to him.

And I need to speak to your son. There's a warrant out for his arrest...

...on suspicion of murder.

Yeah. We'll be back.

[men speaking indistinctly]

[glass shattering]

[men shouting]

[breathing heavily]

[engine stops]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door clicking]

[indistinct music playing]

[Richie] Milton?

Milton?

You bought the houses with my money.

You stole my share.

[girl gasps]

He fucked me over, lying piece of shit.

So I pumped him full of drugs.

And you saw me.

- You shouldn't be here. - Please!

- No! - I'm sorry.

- He just died, I tried. - I know it's not your fault.

- I'm sorry. - [crying] Please, this is wrong.

[dog barking]

[car approaching]

Come on!

Come on!

[men speaking indistinctly]

[Richie] This way! Come on!

[men speaking indistinctly]

Go!

Where is your car, huh? Huh?

Where is your car? Where is your car?

- Your car? - I don't... I don't...

I don't know. I don't know. I forget things.

[Zana panting]

- [mobile phone ringing] - [gasps]

Is it Richie?

Marin.

- [Marin] My father is dead. - Shit.

This is no longer business. This is blood.