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(flame hissing)

(chain rattling)

- You in tomorrow? - Yeah, early.

What about you? - No, I gave the other guy.

(bouncer sighs)

(traffic humming)

(gentle music)

- John.

(gentle music continues)

(footstep shuffling)

(people murmuring) (dramatic music)

(people murmuring)

(person murmuring) - Come on.

(drunk person grunting)

Couldn't have picked a lighter bitch, huh?

(person speaks softly)

You've have too good of a night.

Who's that then? Still there?

Why don't you hold her head back, mate?

No, you look (speaks softly)

(laughs) What the fuck is (speaks softly)

(intense music) It was easier this time.

- All right guys, guys,

I'd just leave it, huh?

It's fuckin' late, isn't it,

- Mate, I'm not leaving until this bitch sucks my cock.

(friend laughs)

- Mate, look at her. She can't consent.

- What the fuck's it got to do with you?

I bought this little slut drinks all night.

I feel like she owes me something. You feel me?

- The fuck you staring at?

Get the fuck outta here. - Don't feel well.

- Come on. - You all right?

- Don't fuckin' speak to her. She's fine.

Just leave it, all right? Before you get fucked up.

(Eve panting)

(knife clicks)

- Dickhead.

Come on, Eve. Wake up.

- Mate, let's just get the fuck outta here.

(Eve retches and coughs)

- Oh, that's fuckin' disgusting.

- It's on my fuckin' shoe. (Eve coughing)

- Oy, mate. Darren.

- What's your fuckin' problem, mate?

(glass shatters)

(assailants groaning)

(assailant sputtering)

- This goes back and I know where to find you.

I'll burn your fuckin' house down and I'll kill your family.

Feel me?

(Darren groans)

(Darren coughing)

(footsteps tapping)

(gentle music)

(upbeat music)

♪ Here she comes, here she comes ♪

♪ That little town flirt ♪

♪ Here she comes ♪

♪ You're falling for her ♪

♪ And you're gonna get hurt ♪

♪ Yeah, I know it's so hard to resist ♪

♪ The temptation of her tender red lips ♪

♪ But you can get hurt, hur-hur-hurt ♪

♪ Yeah, you can get hur-hur-hur-hur-hurt ♪

♪ Foolin' around ♪

♪ With that little town flirt ♪

♪ Here she comes, here she comes ♪

♪ With that look in her eye ♪

♪ Here she comes ♪

♪ She plays around ♪

♪ With every guy that goes by ♪

♪ Yeah, I know she's gonna treat you wrong ♪

♪ So your heart just better be strong ♪

♪ 'Cause you can get hurt, hur-hur-hurt ♪

♪ Yeah, you can get hur-hur-hur-hur-hurt ♪

♪ Foolin' around ♪

♪ With that little town flirt ♪

(traffic humming)

(phone rings)

- Yeah, I've got one. - I see her.

(footsteps tapping)

(traffic humming continues)

(traffic humming continues)

(traffic humming continues)

(van rumbling)

- You want a lift? - No, that's all right.

- The last bus was half an hour ago.

- Are you sure?

- Trust me. I'm a taxi driver.

I know when the last bus is. Come on, get in.

- I don't have any money. - Do you live far?

- Five stops in the bus. - It's fine. Jump in.

It's more important you get home safe.

- You sure? - Yeah, of course.

(phone rings)

Uh-huh.

(driver speaking a foreign language)

(driver continues in a foreign language)

So my mate's coming in two minutes, yeah?

We'll just be two minutes, all right?

You've been somewhere nice?

- Just a friend's. - Boyfriend?

- (laughs) No, he's not a boyfriend.

- What's your name?

- Chloe. - Nice name.

- Do you like to drink, Chloe? - Yeah. Little bit.

- Drink at parties, yeah? - Yeah. Sometimes.

- (laughs) Oh, fuck with that. Do you ever try drugs?

- Like what?

- You know, like weed or coke?

- Nah. - That's good.

So what's this boy like? Your friend?

- Yeah, he's cool. - What'd you get up to?

- Just chilled. Listened to music.

- You're a virgin?

That's fine. You don't have to tell me.

I'm only you pulling your leg. Just being nosy.

- Where's your friend? I thought he was just coming.

- Yeah. Yeah. Just be two minutes.

He's around the corner.

(traffic humming)

- Hey, who's this? - This is Chloe.

- Chloe? Is he, uh, treating you good?

- Yeah. (van rumbles)

- Chloe likes to drink, but she doesn't do drugs.

- Don't do drugs? Never done drugs?

- Well, I don't drink. I prefer coke.

You can have some if you want.

- No, I'm okay.

- There's a first time for everything.

- Have you got any drink in your bag?

- No, not tonight.

- She's been round at a boyfriend's.

- Boyfriend's?

Whoa. I'm disappointed.

Well, a little bit jealous.

He's a lucky man. You're very pretty.

- Thanks. - You should, um,

you should let me be your boyfriend.

Am I too old? - Little bit, yeah.

- Well, you know, I'm sure with some vodka,

you could change your mind about me.

- Where are you going tonight, mate?

- I'm going to a party. - All right for some.

I'm working all night.

Why don't you ask Chloe if she wants to go?

- Do you wanna come to a party?

- No, I need to get home. - It's fine.

Just text the folks. Tell 'em you'll be back late.

Plenty of young people there.

It's my, uh, younger brother's birthday.

- Oh, right. - Seriously.

He's like 17. Very handsome.

- No, no, I'm, I'm okay.

- You are gonna hurt my mate's feelings.

- It's okay.

- I give you a free ride

and you hurt my mate's feelings like that?

- You can just let me out here.

- It's fine. Let's not be weird.

We're just teasing.

- Don't let him bother you. He's only having some fun.

He's had too much coke.

Chill man. Chloe's sensitive.

Hey! Fuck!

Hey, what the fuck?

- What are you doing, you fuckin' asshole?

(driver shouting in foreign language)

- Fuckin' hell. - Hey! Hey!

- Oh fuck?

- [Amar] Get here, Chloe!

- Fucking dick.

(dramatic music)

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(car horn honking)

(dramatic music continues)

(Chloe panting)

(Chloe panting)

- Fuck.

(phone rings)

- Huh?

- We lost her. She's not here.

- Fuck.

- That's why I tell you to lock the fucking door.

- Fuck. (phone dings)

- Get out, you dick.

- Fuck. (panting)

(birds chirping)

(cutlery clattering)

(water pours)

(water splashing)

(birds chirping)

(cutlery clattering)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- Morning. - All right.

(door clicks)

(gentle music continues)

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(birds chirping)

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(father breathing heavily)

(gentle music) - Have you finished?

Hi, John. - Oh, hi. Hi.

- Hi John. - Hi, how are you?

- Hi. - Hi.

- His breathing seems a bit labored today.

- Yeah, I'm afraid his condition has deteriorated

over this past couple of weeks.

He's still in good spirits, though.

- Still all there? - Sharp as a tack.

Sometimes it's more difficult if their mind goes.

Are you after a cup of tea? - Yeah. Thanks.

- Okay. - Cheers.

(gentle music continues)

(keys jingling)

(bag rustling)

(dishes clattering)

(fork clattering)

(spoon scraping)

(cutlery tapping)

(knock raps on door)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Sorry, my, uh, shoes are a bit wet. (laughs)

So where are we tonight then?

- Yeah, no, I'm fine. Thanks.

It's nice to see you too. - (laughs) Come on, Alex.

We both know you're not one for chitchat.

What about right over here?

(both gasping)

(both panting)

(both panting continues)

(clothing rustling)

(money crinkling)

(footsteps shuffling)

(gentle music plays faintly)

- Evening.

- All right. - How's it going?

- Ah, you know, drinking beer. Alienatin' friends.

- How's that working out?

- Down to my last one, actually.

- Friend, or beer?

- Both.

- Well, let's fix that.

- Sorry, I don't accept drinks from strangers.

- Evan.

Now I'm not a stranger.

And you are Alex? - How'd you know that?

- We have a mutual friend, Paul Ward.

I'm a retired lawyer. I handled his divorce.

We go way back. He said I might find you here.

- Is that all he said?

- He said that you sometimes do favors

for people for the right price.

- And the right people. (gentle music)

I haven't seen Paul in about three years

since I worked the door at his club.

What is it that you need?

Is there somewhere else more private we can talk?

- More private than this?

- What I have to say is very dark.

- Hope you've got a car.

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(keys jingling)

(gentle music continues)

- You live here? - Yeah.

- Why? - You hear that?

- Exactly.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- Her name's Bianca. She's 14 years old.

She's been missing for the last two weeks.

Her mother's a heroin addict.

It seems that Bianca fell in with the wrong crowd.

The word is she's been exploited by a child sex ring.

- And someone has to get her out?

- The fee is 20,000 pounds.

Her mother can't be putting up that sort of cash.

So who is?

- Someone high up in central government.

I'm his unofficial legal advisor.

He's a married man.

He paid to sleep with Bianca's mother.

Now she's blackmailing him.

He gets her daughter back or she goes public.

And how would it look if a public figure

inadvertently financed a heroin addict's habit?

- (sighs) Look, Evan. I collect debts.

I work the door at clubs. I don't do this.

- I thought you might say that.

Here. You got a DVD player?

- Over there.

- Watch it. I can't look at it anymore.

(gentle music continues)

(Evan sighs)

- They get you when you're vulnerable,

give you a drink to make you do things.

They pass me around to each other,

and then pass me around to other men.

Most of the time I was drunk.

- [Victim] Sometimes I'd be made to have sex

with up to 20 men a week.

They told me they'd recorded it all and if I said anything

they'd post it online and send it to my friends.

- I was homeless when they brought me in.

First I thought they were my friends.

They'd buy me nice things.

Then after a while,

they brought men around to abuse me.

I felt I couldn't refuse,

'cause they'd saved me from being on the streets.

- I got addicted to heroin.

I slept with whoever they brought to get my fix.

They got me hooked on it,

but when I started to refuse,

they gang raped me and they beat me.

(TV clicks)

- Hear that?

That's what she hears. Nothing, all the time.

She's deaf.

Who are the others on the tape?

- Who knows.

The police thinks they're all connected.

Happens in every major town and city across the board.

- What is there to go on, Evan?

- Honestly? Nothing.

You better start scratching around all the dives.

You must know the city.

One thing that may be of use though,

the government guy's half brother is a convicted pedophile.

Another skeleton in their closet.

James Swan. He's doing three years at Barlinnie,

sex offender's wing.

Might start there.

He might know something.

- What if I have to get in touch with you?

- Keep me informed.

(group laughing and chattering)

- The fucking state of him. (laughs)

(group chattering and laughing)

- I'm havin' that shit.

- Mr. Bong! - Yeah! (laughs) Yeah.

(group laughing)

- Fuck yes. Here to the best fucking pimps.

(group laughing continues)

(person coughing)

- Try the brown. Try the brown.

Try the brown.

- Can you tell her to shut the fuck up, please.

- Shush.

Woo! Takings were up.

800 per girl this week. - It's not enough.

Should be 1,000 per week, per girl.

- We need to go to the hotels.

Out call. - Too risky.

- Customers don't wanna come to us.

They don't trust out call.

Well, this is what we're working with right now, okay?

- Why? Why?

We can use the taxi. - Eh.

- Because every time we try and transport a girl,

even under the cover of darkness, it's a risk.

- (sighs) Client pays for the hotel.

Nice overheads. New rates.

- We just need to find a couple of grubby hotel owners,

grubby ones who'll look the other way.

More business for them.

- I could arrange that via the dark web.

No more in-person exchanges. I could set that up.

- Means no more cloak and dagger shit.

Cuts out the physical risk.

- How? How do we set it up?

- Have any of you got a spare laptop?

- Yeah, I got one in the house.

- I just need a VPN. (group laughs)

- VPN? - VPN?

- VPN. - VPN!

- VPN! - VPN! VPN!

- VP-motherfuckin'-N! (laughs)

(group laughs and cheers)

A VPN! (group laughs and cheers)

- Give me more of this shit - Get this fucking shit

out of my fucking face, man.

- VPN. (laughs) (bottles clink)

- What the fuck? I told you, man.

These fucking pills are bullshit, man.

Get these fucking out of my face, man.

What? Holden? - Yeah.

(group chattering and laughing)

- Shut up! Shut up!

(intense music)

Hello sir. How are you?

- Good. Have you considered our proposition?

- Yeah, we're discussing it just now.

- And? - Clarification.

You'll buy the merchandise for a one-time fee?

- Yes, and we'll take them wherever they need to go.

Hotels, apartments, wherever.

Apart from the initial fee,

you'll get 20% of their takings per month

if they take in more than 5K, per recruit.

- Yeah. Yeah, we like that arrangement

- But?

- What about quantity? - As many as you can.

The more product you supply,

the, the more money you're gonna make.

It's a no brainer, you thick little shit.

(group laughing)

Listen Amar, I like problem-solvers.

Be a problem-solver, not a problem.

And I will call you in two days for an update, okay?

(cards rattle)

- Dick.

(group laughing)

Shut it.

(Holden sighs)

- Fuckin' shit! - Shut it!

- It's good, man. It's cool, man.

We're cool. We're fucking sorted.

(group laughing) We're sorted, man.

We're fucking sorted. Keep the party going guys.

Keep the party going, man. Fucking put some music on.

I'm gonna go fuck.

(group laughing)

- This guy. This guy.

(group laughing)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

- Hey. Hey.

Hey, stop resisting. (Bianca whimpering)

You know you're a dirty bitch. Get it in the ass?

Huh? Do you like it in the ass?

Hey, do you want it in the fuckin' ass,

you fuckin' white bitch?

Hey, come here. Come here.

Come here, you darling.

Come, hey, hey. (grunts) (punch thumps)

There we go.

You're gonna feel my big brown cock in you.

That's it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Kiss me. Hey, kiss me.

Hey, kiss me.

(intense music)

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(people chattering faintly)

(door slams)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks) (keys jingling)

- Who are you?

- I'm looking for a girl. She's missing.

- They said my cousin had come to visit.

- No, um, I'm doing some work for your brother.

I need to find her.

- And why would he think I can help?

- Because you're a convicted pedophile, James.

Who's that? - It's his niece.

(Alex sighs)

- You don't know anything.

- I know that you're in here for three years.

I know these walls must talk.

Do you know what they put me in here for?

I read about you in the paper. You're a teacher, right?

Caught in bed with a pupil, 15-year-old boy.

They burned me. (scoffs) You don't understand

- James, he was 15.

- It was different, all right?

I'm not a pedophile.

I'm not into little kids.

Not like the rest of them in this unit.

I was attracted to him. Yeah, I was.

But we had a bond.

He was funny, smart,

and I thought he understood me.

We texted. It was mutual.

I, I, I know, I know he was 15.

I couldn't help the way I felt. I didn't ask for it.

I genuinely loved him.

(Alex sighs)

(people chattering faintly)

- James, stop. Stop.

- I crossed a line.

- Listen, we're all about fucked up, all right?

Just keep your head down.

- Nobody visits me.

- Look, James, this girl, she's only 14.

They reckon that a sex ring got to her.

Come on, James, who's in here who talks?

- I don't know, really. I don't know.

God. I hope she's all right.

Look.

There was a guy in here,

not just an internet chat room perv.

he was brought in about a month ago.

Rape, facilitating child sex abuse.

Apparently some others gave him up to stay out

and he was the only one who got time.

- Anything else?

- Some of his family visit.

Last week they were thrown out for arguing here.

- I don't suppose you got a name?

No.

But they own property.

I overheard them talk about an off-license.

- Any idea where?

- There was a man stabbed outside it last week.

- I remember reading about that.

Okay. - It's all I've got.

- Thanks.

Watch your back. Some bad people in here.

- I'm sorry.

(traffic humming faintly)

(keys jingling)

(school bell rings)

- Bye, Miss. - See ya.

(students chattering faintly)

(paper rustling)

(students chattering faintly)

(paper rustling)

(student chattering faintly)

(door squeaks)

- Hi Gemma.

Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- You sure?

- Yeah, it's just been a long day.

- Gemma, (sighs)

I'm sorry to have to have this chat.

- Are you making me redundant?

- Oh God, no, no, no.

Of course not. It's nothing like that.

It's just, there've been some reports from students

who may have looked a little too far

into your personal life.

- What do you mean? - How can I put this?

(sighs) A pupil's claimed that they've seen photographs

of you in social media in lingerie,

posing next to what they describe as a stripper pole.

- What?

- Now, at this point, I don't know whether

it's on a personal or a business account,

but the school's communication policy states that teachers

must never befriend a student

on a personal social networking site.

- I don't even use social media.

- I mean, I know you're a young girl and you like to,

shall we say, have some fun.

- No, I don't have any personal social media accounts.

I don't have any accounts. - Right.

Well, as of yet, I haven't seen these photographs myself,

so at this moment in time, they're unsubstantiated.

But you know how quickly rumblings

can turn into eruptions in this place.

And I wanted to give you the chance to mitigate it

before they get shared around the whole school.

- Honestly, I, I can't think what they mean.

- Okay. I'll take your word for it.

Are you sure everything's all right?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Fuck.

(machines humming)

- Did you put my photo on social media?

- (sighs) I dunno. Did you get a photo taken?

- I fucking told you I'm a school teacher.

I told you specifically when I joined

that I never wanted my photo to appear on social media.

- Now, if you'd had your photo taken, I suppose you...

- Okay, so if I have a couple of drinks in here

on a Saturday night and then have my photo taken

with the girls at work, that allows you to just go back

on our agreement, does it?

- Listen, I'm not responsible for every single thing

that's put up. - One thing.

One fucking thing I asked you for.

I told you if I'm ever caught working here,

my job is on the line.

I could get suspended. - What's up babe?

- I asked him for one thing and now he's plastered

my fucking picture all over the internet.

- Henry.

- (sighs) It was a fucking mistake, all right?

It must have got uploaded with the rest.

I'll have it taken down.

- Yeah. Now.

Right fucking now.

If I've ever caught working here, my job is on the line.

There's already a pupil who claimS to have seen it.

- This is your workplace as well.

- Yeah, only 'cause I need the money.

- Well, so if you need the money,

get there and fucking work then.

- That better be down in five minutes.

- The fuck's her problem?

(machines humming)

- He'll take it down.

- I fuckin' told him. - I know you did.

He's a prick.

What's up?

- I got a fuckin' eviction notice today.

- Shit. Sorry, babe.

- Yeah, they've given me four weeks to pay up or get out.

- How far behind are you? - Three months.

- Look, it's not the end of the world. You'll make it up.

- How?

- Do a couple extra nights here

and do your marking on your lunch break.

You'll make it up. Stop fuckin' stressing.

- It is a fucking eviction notice.

- And what? It's fixable.

And look, the worst comes to the worst,

you can crash on my couch for a bit.

I'll just get Dez to get out. I'll not see you stuck.

- Thanks, Mel.

- Right.

Get ready, smile, (Gemma laughs)

and I'll see you there.

Chin up. Tits out.

(Gemma laughs)

(traffic humming)

(traffic humming continues)

(door dings)

(no audio)

(no audio)

(bottles clinking)

(packages rustling)

(TV plays faintly)

- Five pound, please mate.

Cheers.

- Listen man, you right if I use your toilet?

- Staff only.

- I'm desperate man. I fuckin', I feel like shit, bro.

(Amar sighs) (TV continues faintly)

- It's in the back. - Cheers.

(dramatic music)

- It's there. - Cheers.

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(phones rattling)

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(TV playing faintly)

(Ghadir speaking in foreign language)

(intense music continues)

- Where are you going?

- Uh, I just need the first aid kit. I cut my finger.

(toilet flushing)

- Cheers, guys.

(TV playing faintly)

(intense music continues)

(phone dings)

(intense music continues)

- [Amar] Elena.

(intense music continues)

- Nassa News Agents?

- Yeah.

Um, can you check, see if they own any other properties?

- One sec. I'm, I'm in front of the, the laptop.

Nassa Enterprises,

owner, Amar Nassa,

owns several news agents and take away food shops.

- Do you know if they've all got flats above?

- Typically, yes. They own or lease the up-down.

Oh wait.

Uh, it looks like they may have some other residencies

in addition to commercial properties.

- Whereabouts? - Flats in Piper Street.

10-01 through 23.

(traffic humming)

(traffic humming continues)

- You looking for something?

- Sex.

- (scoffs) Aren't we all?

What kind of girl? - Young.

We've got Heidi, just turned 18.

- I was thinking younger.

- Lemme see your palms. - What?

- Are you fuckin' sick?

(punches thumping) (doorman grunting)

(Alex grunting) (van door slides)

(Alex sighs)

(van door slides and thunks)

(rodents squeaking) (footsteps shuffling)

(footsteps shuffling continues)

(footsteps shuffling continues)

(doorman gasps)

(doorman breathing heavily)

What are you gonna do to me?

- How many girls are in those flats?

- Eight.

- All above the age of consent?

- What?

Yes. Yes. - And not against their will?

- The rooms are just rented to them, that's it.

- And who are you? What do you do?

- I just work the doors. I don't...

- For who?

- Mr. Nassa.

- Have you seen her?

- No.

- Does Nassa solicit kids?

- I don't know. - Did he prostitute her?

- It's nothing like that. - Just, just

shut your fuckin' mouth.

(Alex sighs)

(doorman gasps)

- No. (whimpers) Help!

Somebody help! Somebody help!

- Why did you ask to see my palms?

- Fuck. Fuckin' hell. (panting)

Are you gonna kill me?

- Why did you ask to see my palms?

- It's how they know. - Know what?

- People come with a symbol on their palm.

If they're into that, they come with a symbol.

- Then what?

- I send them somewhere. - Where?

- It's different every time.

I make a call,

and it's usually just a street corner.

- What's the symbol?

- Look, if you're looking for that, I can just...

(doorman screams)

Fuck. Ah!

Please.

Please.

- What's the fuckin' symbol?

- Please, it's, it's a downward arrow.

(doorman breathing heavily)

- Number.

- It's under NSR in the contacts.

- Calm down. (phone tapping)

- Okay. - Breathe.

Breathe. (phone rings)

(doorman exhales)

- What is it? - I've got a down.

- For when? - Tonight.

- Yeah.

Berkeley Street. 11:00 PM.

- Okay, thanks.

Fuck.

(doorman screams)

Fuck. (groans)

(doorman whimpers)

(glass shatters)

- Use the glass on the floor to cut the ties.

Go back to the flats.

One word about this, and I'll come back.

- And I'll cut your fuckin' heart out.

(kick thumps)

(rodents squeaking)

(doorman breathing heavily)

(traffic humming)

- Oh shit. Scared me.

- Sorry.

- It's not like you to be late.

- Yeah, busy night. (sighs)

(door clicks)

(water splashing)

- [Gemma] You seem on edge.

We can always rearrange, you know, if you're busy.

- No, it's fine.

- You never really talk much, do you?

Man of few words. (gentle music)

- Yeah. I've just never been very good with people.

- I'm sure that's not true. - It's awkward.

- What? Because I work at a lap dancing club? (laughs)

- (laughs) No, I mean like making conversation,

bullshit small talk.

What am I meant to ask you? Busy night, mate?

- Believe it or not, yeah. (laughs)

I get the shit taxi driver chat too, you know.

You are tense tonight.

(gentle music continues)

(both gasping)

(both panting)

(both panting continues)

That was different.

- Yeah. (sniffs)

- Stress all gone?

(both panting)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues) (light clicks)

(Alex sighs)

(traffic humming)

(footsteps tapping) (car door clams)

(traffic humming continues)

- Shit.

(Alex sighs)

(footsteps tapping)

- You?

The guy from the shop?

- Yeah. - Ryan sent you?

- Yeah.

What were you doing at the shop?

- I just moved here. Live one the next street.

- I don't like coincidences.

It makes me think something's up.

- Not this time.

- What are you looking for? - Sex.

- Piper Street not good enough?

- I like them younger. (Ghadir spits)

- It's late. We're booked up.

Gimme your number.

Tomorrow you'll get a text.

Get there at the address and time it says.

Tomorrow.

(footsteps crunching)

(camera snapping)

(camera snapping)

(camera snapping)

(dramatic music) - Who are you then?

- Just a nobody.

Better keep it that way.

- Says who?

- Says me - And you are?

- Just a nobody.

- (laughs) World's full of them, pal.

- You know what I reckon though?

- What's that?

- I reckon that you're either some pervert

with too much time in his hands

that likes to smoke around at night,

maybe with a liking for young girls, unemployed,

or else, no, you're too young to be a father,

unless you had a kid in high school

and didn't want to play parent.

Lots of young kids run away from home

and get involved in things.

Maybe you were trying to find her, bring her back.

Am I right?

- Either way. It's got nothing to do with you.

- It's got everything to do with me, pal.

- Know what I reckon?

I reckon I'm not the one curb crawling

or dishing out thinly veiled threats.

See, you're too coy to be a concerned citizen,

so I sense authority.

Trust me, you've got nothing on me.

- You better keep it that way.

(Alex scoffs)

(camera clicks)

- You've always had such lovely strong hair.

Not like mine.

- Yours is fine, Mom. - It's so thin.

Like little bits of black thread.

- (laughs) You should get extensions.

- (laughs) I'm too old for that.

Those things offer you young girls.

Whose party is it tonight?

- Mark's, from school.

- Is Mark a nice boy? - Yeah, he's really nice.

His family are really nice.

- Will there be food there? - Yeah.

- I need to give you something to take.

A dish. Maybe some glob.

- (laughs) No, Mom, it's not like that.

It's just like pizza and stuff.

- Okay. Okay, I won't make a fuss.

- Hey, what's this?

- Hey, Dad.

Um, Mom's doing my hair for a party.

- Party? - Yeah.

Mark's from school.

- That's the second one this week.

- I know, she's lucky to have so many friends.

- She's lucky to be from a good family.

(sighs) I was expecting you to work tonight. I need help.

- Sorry, Dad.

- I put a roof over your head.

The least you could do is work to pay me back.

- Leave it alone, Amar. She needs to enjoy herself.

- I don't like her going to these parties.

There could be drinking involved.

- There won't. It's not like that.

It's at his house. His family are gonna be there.

- Okay, that's you. All done.

- Okay. I'll just go do my makeup.

- Okay.

(intense music)

- I don't like her going to parties wearing makeup.

She should be working and studying.

- It's harmless. - It's not. (sighs)

It's not harmless.

I don't want my daughter meeting

these boys outside of school.

I know what kids her age to get up to.

She needs to learn.

She should be helping the family.

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

The laptop's upstairs.

- I'll set up the VPN.

- And that'll let us surf the dark web?

- Yeah. - Encrypt it.

I don't want Maena to accidentally access anything.

- No.

I'll sort it out. Trust me.

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

(door clicks)

- Who the fuck are you?

(dishes clattering)

(both grunting)

(both grunting continues)

(both grunting)

(counter thumping)

(knife slices)

(both grunting)

(both grunting continues)

(knife whipping)

(both grunting)

(knife slicing)

(Taylor coughing and sputtering)

(Alex panting)

(knife clatters)

(Taylor sputtering)

(Alex breathing heavily)

- Where is she.

- I don't know where they've taken her.

I don't know where. - Where is she?

- I don't...

(Alex panting)

- (sighs) Fuck.

Fuck.

(Alex sighs)

(intense music)

- I don't like you going to these parties.

Raised you to be a respectable girl.

And if I find out you were drinking,

then there's gonna be trouble.

That's all I can say.

- I won't drink. - Good.

I don't want you associating with those boys, either.

You'll get married when the time is right.

No sex before marriage. I've told you that before.

- I know. I know.

- Were you listening? - Yes, I am.

I think that's Chloe.

I think that's Chloe. Chloe?

Chloe!

Hey.

Oh, how are you? - Good.

- Hey, how are you?

(intense music)

- I love your hair. - Thanks.

Hey, are you okay?

You need to stop. I don't feel well.

(intense music continues)

- We'll just walk the rest of the way.

- Remember what I told you. - I know.

(car rumbling) (Chloe coughing)

Are you okay?

Are you just nervous about the party?

Oh my God. What's wrong?

- I need to tell you something, but you're gonna hate me.

- You can tell me anything.

- No, I mean it. You're gonna fuckin' hate me.

- You're scaring me now.

- The, the other night, he chased me.

- Who? My dad?

- He chased me, and I thought that he was gonna...

- Chloe, what?

I thought he was gonna rape me.

- I do not believe you.

- Elena.

(Alex sighs)

(bag rustling)

(water splashing)

(Alex gasps)

(Alex gasps)

(Alex breathing heavily)

(water splashing)

(water splashing continues)

(gentle music)

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- There's blood in the sink.

- What?

- This little drops of blood in the sink,

- Elena. She cut herself at work today.

- Oh? - We should go.

Remind Elena that she's working tonight.

- Yeah.

- She can come in an hour later if she wants.

Ghadir will pick her up.

- Okay. I'll see you soon.

(Ghadir speaking in foreign language)

- No.

Not here.

(fist thumps)

(knock raps on door)

- Hey. - Hi.

- Hey, what happened to your face?

- It's just work. - Work?

- Yeah.

- Is everything okay?

- What? Are you my fuckin' therapist now?

(Gemma scoffs)

- Sorry. - It's all good, um,

so what do you wanna do?

- Been a rough day.

- Yeah, I can just go if you want.

- No, no, no. Sorry.

You're here now.

- Why am I here though?

- What do you mean?

- What? Three times a week for two years?

Can't be that hard for you to find a girlfriend,

one that you don't have to pay for.

- Well, that's why there's no ties. No getting attached.

- What's wrong with getting attached?

- My lifestyle. - That can change, though.

- Yeah. Just not right now.

- Sorry. I am doing the therapist thing again.

Listen, when I first met you at the club,

this was supposed to be a one-time thing.

I don't, I don't do this sort of thing. That's not me.

I do some escorting. I do some dancing.

I take business guys out to dinner. That's meant to be it.

- Why do you keep coming back then?

- Well, you seem lonely.

Are you?

- A little bit. - And I needed the money,

and I feel, I feel kind of sorry for you.

- Thanks. What makes you think I need your sympathy?

Anyway, aren't you a school teacher or something?

I thought they made good money.

- Well, yeah, it's not bad, but...

What? - I'm paying off a debt.

A big debt. - Drugs?

- Wow. I'm just some big cliche to you, huh?

- No, sorry, I didn't mean to- - No, not drugs.

My, um, my dad racked up thousands on my credit card,

and then his business went under.

- Where is he now? - Gone.

- Missing-gone or gone-gone?

(Gemma sighs)

(Alex sighs)

Do you wanna dance?

- Dance? - Yeah.

- (laughs) Oh, like a lap dance?

- No, I mean dance, like with me.

- Uh, yeah, okay.

You are so odd this week, Alex.

(button clicks)

(gentle music)

Romantic. Who is this?

- My dad. - Your dad?

- Yeah. - Wow.

He's good - Mm.

It's about all he ever was good at.

Used to play it down the pub,

weddings and funerals and stuff,

then he was in a motorcycle accident.

Um, he lost his hearing, and he can't play anymore.

That's the only thing he loved that was taken away from him.

- What about your mom?

- (laughs) She loves someone else.

- What? And she left? - Hmm.

(Alex sighs)

What about your mom? - I don't know.

I was taken into care not long after I was born,

and then my dad, he got in touch,

and I found out why.

- Money? - Yeah.

Sob story. I fell for it.

- It's 'cause you're a good person.

- Or just weak.

- Have you never thought about trying to find your mum?

- What for?

I think if someone's meant to be in your life,

then they'll find you.

(gentle music continues)

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- (laughs) What?

- Sorry.

I, I just don't get asked to dance like this, very often.

- What do you prefer?

- I like what I do.

I know that might seem hard to believe, but I do.

It makes people happy.

- Does it?

- One way or another, yeah.

(gentle music continues)

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- What do we do about the girl from the party?

- Nothing. She can't do anything to us anyway.

- What if she tells Elena?

- Let me deal with my own daughter.

- I knew our paths were gonna cross sooner or later.

- Yeah.

That's why we should be careful about who we pick up.

- What about the guy from the shop?

- What about the guy from the shop?

- Just a coincidence?

- See this paranoia?

That, that is what's stopping us from progressing.

- So you wanna send him the text?

- Go ahead as planned.

We can't afford to turn down any business.

- What about Taylor? When's he gonna show up?

- What, he's, he's probably away with one of the girls.

If he turns up, like, if he calls,

tell him to get his fuckin' priorities straight.

- How well do you know this guy anyway?

- Shh.

Mr. Holden, it's a pleasure to meet you.

(gentle music)

- Time is ticking on.

- I understand. - You got the girls ready?

- We can have them ready for delivery within two days.

- How many?

- We're working on recruiting more. For now, six.

- Six? - Yeah.

- (laughs) You're fucking kidding me. Six?

Do you have any idea how many people are in this city?

Over half a fucking million,

crawling with deviants and scumbags.

Bursting at the seams with them.

And you say you've got half a dozen

like I've just stepped into bakers

to get some breakfast fuckin' rolls.

- Mr. Holden. - Shut the fuck up.

When I want you opinion

I'll stick my fist up your fuckin' ass

and use you like a glove puppet.

I told you, you need volume.

Recruit more. Get them recruiting themselves.

I run a network. Understand?

Do you want to shit with the big boys?

- Yes.

- I'm getting old. I can't hear you.

- Yes. - Good.

Why don't you phone me

and tell me when you've got them ready?

- Wait. One moment.

When they are ready, when we deliver them,

there'll be no ties back to us.

- Think of it as selling a secondhand car.

It stops working in the first week, I'll bring it back.

One other thing. We have a concern.

There is a third party

taking inordinate interest in your business.

- Third party? - Yeah.

- What do you mean? (intense music)

- Him. - He's just a customer.

- Pretty prolific customer.

My security team has seen him enter your convenience store.

Care to explain? - He lives locally.

- Are you spying on us now?

- It is my duty to vet

everyone who becomes part of my network,

and if you can't do due diligence,

then it makes me doubt and question

the viability and stability

of our professional relationship.

Understood? Got it? - Yes.

- You call me when you've got the girls ready.

(intense music continues)

- Are you's trying to piss him off?

- He's a fuckin' old white cunt.

He's a fuckin' old white cunt that's gonna make us rich.

(intense music continues)

(button clicks)

(CD clatters)

(footsteps tapping)

- [Victim] I was homeless

when they brought me in. (phone buzzing)

(dramatic music) At first I thought

they were my friends.

They'd buy me nice things.

Then after a while, they brought men around to abuse me.

I felt I couldn't refuse,

'cause they'd saved me from being on the streets.

- I got addicted to heroin.

I slept with whoever they brought to get my fix.

They got me hooked on it,

but when I started to. - What the fuck is going on?

Why have you got that tape? - It's all right.

- I need to leave. - Wait, wait, wait.

- Get, get the fuck away from me!

(Alex gasps)

What's wrong? Why are you bleeding?

(Alex sighs)

- I am trying to find her. - Why?

- Because she went missing,

and I was hired to try and get her back.

- Jesus. What happened to your chest?

- There's a brothel and Piper Street.

I think that they've got her.

- I thought you worked at the door at Fantasia.

- I do. I mean, that's my regular gig.

Sometimes I do other things. Word gets around.

- Who asked you to find her?

- Some lawyer.

- There was this girl at the club. She'd just turned 18.

She got drugged by two guys at a party

and then just went missing for two months.

- What happened? Was anyone charged?

- No. No evidence.

She couldn't remember anything.

- Hmm.

Look, I really have to go, um...

- I'm scared.

I feel like I'm never gonna see you again.

- Come back in three hours. - Or I could just wait here.

- It might not be safe.

- Okay. (intense music)

(Alex sighs)

(intense music) (Alex taps on door)

(intense music continues)

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- Show the text.

Did you search him?

(intense music continues)

- Clean.

- 100.

Everything is in the room.

Room three, upstairs.

You have 40 minutes.

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(footsteps creaking)

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- What's your name?

- Amy.

- Amy. Amy, I'm not gonna hurt you, all right?

Do you know if she's here?

- I think she's in number seven.

- Okay.

- Listen, don't worry.

I'm gonna send someone to get you out, okay?

Okay.

(Alex sighs)

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(intense music continues) (door squeaks)

(intense music continues)

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- Where the fuck's he going?

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(intense music continues)- Back in the fucking bed.

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(bat thumps) (Alex grunts)

- Back in the fucking bed.

And fucking stay there.

(chair thumps) (bat clatters)

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(phone tapping)

(Alex clears his throat) (phone rings)

- Evan? - Yeah?

- I've got her.

- Oh, shit, Alex.

Um, I think we have a bit of a problem.

- What?

(radio chatters) - I just found Bianca's mom.

Looks like an overdose.

- Her mom's dead? - Yeah.

- I dropped into check on her. (sirens wailing)

- Oh, shit.

Um, So what happens now?

- Sit tight. - Okay.

- I'll call you back. (sirens wailing)

- (sighs) Shit.

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(gentle music)

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(knock raps on door)

(door rattles)

- Jesus. Are you okay?

- Yeah. She's sleeping in there.

- Oh my God. You found her?

Is she okay?

- Okay as she can be.

- (sighs) Sit down.

(gentle music continues)

Were there others?

- Yeah.

- And what about the police?

- I can't involve them. - But you goin' there,

does that not put the other girls in danger?

- What if they've already moved them?

- We have to get them out of there.

Even if it's a, an anonymous tip-off.

- Yeah, but this isn't like some vigilante pedophile hunter

cornerin' a guy on the street

asking him why he's been texting school girl

and then posting the video on the internet.

These guys are organized. It's like an outfit.

- What about the police, though?

- Not yet. - Why not?

- What are they gonna say about an illegal handgun,

torturing someone for information,

all by a guy that uses prostitutes?

How's that gonna look in court?

- That's what I am, is it? Just some prostitute?

- Not to me. That's how they'll see it.

(sighs) I'll go back for the others.

(gentle music continues)

How long have you been doing this?

- What this? (laughs) About 20 seconds.

- You know what I mean.

- I told you, it's only ever been with you.

Does that make you look at me differently?

- She makes me look at you differently.

- She was forced against her will. I wasn't.

- Your situation forced you.

I took advantage of that.

- No, no. You didn't know my situation.

Listen to me.

If I didn't wanna do this, there are other ways.

A little bit of me liked you.

- Just a little bit?

- (laughs) I like spending time with you,

now that you talk more.

What's put you in such a reflective mood?

- Just life. (Gemma laughs)

- Cheesy, and vague. (laughs) (Alex laughs)

- I want that in my headstone. - What? "Cheesy and vague"?

- (laughs) Yeah. (Gemma laughs)

- I think mine will say something like,

"Loved by nobody."

- (laughs) How about just beloved, and then dot, dot, dot.

(Gemma laughs)

How much is your debt?

It doesn't matter. I got 20 grand for finding Bianca.

It's yours. I want you to have it.

- I'm not some charity case. - But you think I am?

- Will you play your dad's song again?

- You don't have to.

- Come on. Don't dance with me.

(footsteps tapping)

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(Alex breathing deeply)

(Alex groans)

(Alex sighs)

(watch jingles)

(door clicks)

(no audio)

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(Alex spitting)

(phone ringing)

(phone buzzing)

(Alex panting)

- Hello? - Hi, Mr. Williams?

- Yeah. - Hi, Mr. Williams.

It's Claire here, Nurse Claire from the care home.

Um, I'm sorry to have to tell you,

but your father has deteriorated further.

Ah, he's now in his bed.

He's bedbound, and we feel it's maybe a good time

to come and see him.

- Right, okay, um,

yeah, I'll be there. (sighs)

(Alex sighs)

(footsteps tapping)

(door creaks)

(footsteps tapping)

(father grunts)

(father exhales) (Alex sighs)

(father exhales)

(hands tapping)

(Alex laughs)

(father grunting softly)

(Alex exhales)

(hands tapping)

(father breathing deeply)

(father breathing deeply continues)

(father grunts)

- Take care of her.

(father sighs)

(gentle music)

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(Elena gasps)

(Elena cries)

(gentle music continues)

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(knock raps on door)

(door clicks)

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(door clicks)

(birds chirping)

(Alex grunting)

(water splashing)

(Alex sighs)

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(Claire sighs)

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- So what, mom, (laughs)

What have you been up too though?

- Not very much. (laughs)

- I forgot how fucking cold your house is.

It's freezing. - You're not freezing?

- Yeah. (laughs)

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(balls clatter)

(phone buzzing)

(intense music)

(Evan sighs)

(phone buzzing)

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(Alex knocks on door)

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(punch smacks)

(bat smashing)

(bat smashing)

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(door slams)

(door slams)

(bat smacks)

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(actors choking)

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(door rattles) (person screams)

(bat smacking)

(bat smacking)

(Alex grunts)

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(bat clatters)

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- Yeah? Okay.

That's fine.

They've got him. They're on their way.

When they arrive, go down the farm roads.

We don't know who this guy is. He might have been tailed.

- Okay.

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- Get out.

(Gemma whimpering) - Come on.

Walk.

(intense music continues) Walk.

Sit!

- Who are you?

(Alex breathing heavily)

(gunshot pops) (Gemma screams)

(Alex yells)

(Gemma whimpering)

- Fuck this, yeah? Let me know when it's fucking done.

- Is it too much for you?

Who the, are you?

(Gemma whimpers) Huh?

Are you police? Huh?

Tell me! Or she loses another fucking leg.

(gunshot pops) (Amar groans)

(cans rattle)

(Gemma whimpering)

(gunshots popping)

(Gemma screaming faintly)

(Gemma screaming continues)

(Amar screams) (gunshot pops)

- No!

(gentle music) (gunshot pops)

(gunshots popping)

(fire crackling)

(Alex breathing heavily)

- You forgot to fuckin' search me.

(gunshot popping)

(gunshots popping)

(Ghadir groaning)

(Alex breathing heavily)

(Alex groans)

- Fuck!

(Alex screams)

(hammer thumping)

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(fire crackling continues)

(Gemma breathing heavily)

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(Alex breathing heavily) (gentle music continues)

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(Alex crying)

(Amar panting)

(light clicks)

(Amar panting)

(intense music)

(Amar coughing)

(intense music continues)

(gravel crunching)

- Shit.

(Amar breathing heavily)

Okay, okay, okay.

(intense music continues)

(gunshot pops)

(Amar breathing heavily)

(Amar screams)

- Fuck!

(fists thumping)

Fuck!

(phone dings)

(intense music continues)

No, no! Fuck!

(Amar breathing heavily)

(gasps) Fuck.

Okay, I'm sorry. Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- She can't fucking hear you.

- Who the fuck is that?

(Amar screams)

(Amar gurgling)

(Alex gasping and grunting)

(intense music continues)

(Alex breathing heavily) (lighter flicks)

(flames whooshing)

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(Amar coughs)

(heartbeat pounding)

(explosions blasts)

(flames whooshing)

(flames crackling)

(door clicks)

- Alex?

Alex!

(door clicks)

(no audio)

(no audio)

(rain pattering)

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- Holden?

- I've just arrived on the scene.

- Uh, well, there's carnage here.

Um, we've managed to identify two of Amar's crew,

but the rest of the bodies are too badly burnt

for any positive identification.

That's gonna have to be a lab job.

But it looks like someone's beat us to it,

because there's bodies everywhere.

- Oh, fuck.

(sirens wailing)

(Alex breathing heavily)

(birds chirping) (gentle music)

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(birds calling) (Alex breathing heavily)

(Alex gasping)

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