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(tense music)

(gun clicks)

- Thought I'd ceased to exist.

Drop the gun.

- I ain't got a gun.

- Drop the gun man!

(gun shots)

(water splashing)

(siren wails)

(tense music)

- This way!

- Aye does he bon, he's got bottle.

- Don't go soft on me, George, the man's a vicious bastard.

- Aye, so they say.

("Tired of Waiting")

♪ So tired ♪

♪ Tired of waitin' ♪

♪ Tired of waitin' for you ♪

♪ So tired ♪

♪ Tired of waitin' ♪

♪ Tired of waitin' for you ♪

♪ I was a lonely soul ♪

♪ I had nobody ♪

♪ 'Til I met you ♪

What you doin' Neil?

Tryin' work out your career?

Daddy, Daddy, I love you Daddy...

It's me sweetheart.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Nearly there.

Nearly there now.

I don't care how, bring him to me.

I can try.

I don't care how.

Capeesh?

(plane engine roars)

This is George Wallace, Mr Gregg.

Chief super, Lothian and Borders.

Come up Gregg, good of you to come up.

Who do they plan on fall for this?

He keeps phoning you.

He really wants that book.

I thought it might be raining.

Yes, me too.

♪ How long ♪

♪ Has this been going on ♪

(phone rings)

♪ How long ♪

♪ Has this been going on ♪

Yeah?

Neil?

How'd you get this number?

Neil we have the whole of GCHQ on your case.

Then be very brief.

I have Patagonia, I'm in Manchester,

and I'm ready to do a deal.

Good I'll be in touch.

Neil...

Neil?

What did he say?

He'll be in touch.

- Room service? - I'd like a drink sent up.

What is it you would like?

I'll have a vodka, shaken not stirred.

To be clear, a vodka milkshake?

No.

(lift bell rings)

You want some company?

And good evening to you.

I see you have a massage facility here.

We do Sir, Swedish or Oriental.

(doorbell rings)

Good grief.

Chief superintendent.

Who were you expecting?

There's officers all over the building.

This is a stakeout after all.

- Can I come in? - Well it's not a good idea.

Byrne has a sixth sense if I'm not alone.

Has he phoned?

I'm sure you could tell me, you and GCHQ.

I would like a look at it.

I beg your pardon?

Patagonia.

The book.

The book is in my custody.

Yes, well I still require

to see it... - Excuse me.

Would you put it on the table by the bed, please?

Thank you.

I'm sorry superintendent.

I have your photocopy of the shorthand and numbers.

Now, I want the book.

It's just a book.

Mr. Gregg, I'm a police officer in charge

of a manhunt, for somebody that you've failed to...

Would you excuse me please?

Just a minute young man.

Here you are.

Thank you.

So, let's not fart around.

The book.

(door closes)

Very well.

But it remains the property of the prison service.

I'll make a wee note.

Problems?

(doorbell rings)

Ah yes sir, one vodka, one milkshake, not stirred?

(tense music)

(car engine starts)

- [Radio] Good morning, it's 7:30 in the a.m.

and you're tuned to MCXV Manchester radio station.

Today is said this day and for those of you who want to join

the competition, remember it's,

Mungo Jerry was the question, if you know the answer.

If you don't know the lead singer of Mungo Jerry,

tell us his name if you can.

Okay, a bit later on, we're gonna be talking

to some of the...

Bastard!

(exhales)

You've been had, mate.

- [Ali] Four-three, four-three.

Four-three receiving.

Pick-up from James Street, Wally Range.

Corner past the mosque, going south.

I'm not working right now.

Wise up, Spanish.

Over and out.

Broken down?

Don't look round.

Town's getting too hot for you, Spanish.

Is that right?

Joe Connor's been round.

I fobbed him off.

How long have you known?

Didn't take long.

I thought about the reward.

Good money.

'Till it got dead obvious.

What's that?

You only gotta know you man.

Still good money.

The mob must know about your mote.

Take mine.

I'll get rid of this one.

When this is all over...

I know.

Vaya con Dios, Spanish John.

(birds chirping)

Christ.

Hiya.

I thought I'd find you 'ere.

Dad loved this place.

Annie.

I'm a desperate man.

And dangerous.

You know what I think?

I think Hugo offers you and Frank a deal.

(soft piano music)

Didn't know you could play.

I couldn't.

Two years ago.

Ericson...

Offers to keep Frank outta jail,

if you'll play his game.

I've never heard of anyone called Ericson.

So you feed me some bait.

Patagonia.

And I break out and rattle the organization's cage.

And here I am,

all fired up,

thinking at least somebody believes me,

at least somebody's gonna help me.

And all the time, it's one of the bloody

funny people's adolescent games.

I had a wife and a baby

and he won't even tell me where they're buried.

My own sister, she won't reply to my letters,

I pick up the phone.

Everybody thinks I'm psychotic and you!

You and Hugo bleedin' Ericson!

Play some bastard silly game

with paper bags and sent me on to the mob!

And it's not fair Annie!

It's not fair!

It's just not bloody fair!

(sobs)

- Hey.

(breathing heavily)

(birds sing)

How you doin'?

Feel strange.

What does?

Just lying here.

Being free, no guilt.

Run that past me one more time.

Well that's the theory.

(laughing)

Joe, pass me a lager will ya?

(laughing)

Tell me about Patagonia.

Well, George's no great reader but that book

was always around.

What, you nicked it?

I went to the bookshop and got a new one.

Copied it.

Three actually, I made a complete hash

of the first one, spilled ginseng tea over another.

(laughs)

You forged it.

That's your party piece, you can do anybody's signature.

I copied every single number and oriental bloody

squiggle and mark and even coffee stains

in all the right pages.

But you don't know Kanji.

How can you be expected to,

gangster's girl from the North?

Hey, I can conjugate though.

(laughs)

There's not many people can conjugate Mer.

I went to a posh school, we had royalty there.

Aye.

Prince Nazeem is not real royalty you know, Annie.

(laughs)

Point is, how could you be expected to?

Well, I did my best.

Where's the real one?

In the bookcase at home.

Can I borrow your key?

(door closes)

(tense music)

So, Mr Bond.

(gun clicks)

All right Joe?

Let yourself in then?

Had the place painted.

I had to get rid of the stink...

Of rat.

And now, I've surprised a man who carved

up his wife and child.

I didn't kill 'em, Joe.

Never thought you were capable of it.

I'll find out who did.

Past tense, mate.

(intense music)

(heavy breathing)

How many times did I tell ye Joe?

Never put a shooter within reach of the other guy.

Nobody's perfect.

You know, all this can stop Joe.

Just give up the man who killed them.

Who said it was a man?

(glass smashes)

(car engine revs)

- [Skankie] One-six for control, this is Skankie, over.

Ali Khan, it's me.

Pick up if you can hear me.

Go ahead.

Troubles man.

I'm looking at Spanish's motor.

It stopped in the middle of the road.

Driver's door hanging all open, engine runnin'.

Drops of blood on the street, man.

How long ago, 10 minutes?

Couple of minutes?

What?

What you think my name is?

TomTom?

Can you get the car off the street?

Spanish, is that you?

It was AK in my car, get the car off the street

and I'll take care of the rest.

How you know where to go?

I know where to go.

Good luck.

Thanks.

(car engine revs)

(tyres screech)

(exhales)

(phone beeps)

(loud classical music)

(phone rings)

Hello?

This is Saturday.

I'm listening.

Still got the book?

Of course.

Just check.

It's fine, how about you?

Yeah, no probs.

Don't phone this number again.

I spoke to your sister Mr Kareshi.

She's not married to anyone.

She's a virgin.

Now as of right now,

whether she remains so is up to you.

Anesha's never heard of Spanish John.

So, where is he?

And why were you driving his motor?

Hmm?

I've told you.

Yeah, one more time.

Spanish asked to change motors.

Don't ask me why.

- Don't ask Mr Kareshi.

But that's the purpose of this meeting!

He's got me motor.

Bastard.

- [Lackey] There's no Renault Fuego

with that registration number.

See, I'm more of a blowtorch man myself.

Mr Kareshi.

But, needs must, when the devil drives.

- Aah! - I'll just go step outside.

(screaming)

(grunting)

(laughing)

Elgin's neck came off in me hand.

So, we can do this the easy way,

or we can do it the hard way.

'Cause you know what I'm capable of don't ye?

Okay you, cut him loose.

Get back, go on, get back!

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

Take them, yeah?

Now, get on the deck.

And stay there.

Shit.

You got somewhere you can stay for a few days?

Dear Spanish, whatever sounds good to me.

Things are comin' to a head, Al.

Oh, things can get worse?

Let's get you out of here.

I hope you haven't scratched me car.

(laughs)

(dog barks)

(suspenseful music)

(computer dialling)

(tense music)

(phone dialling)

What day would be good for you?

Saturday.

Do you still have the Degas?

Only the Picasso.

Let's try it.

(tense music)

Now we'll see.

Access denied?

Ericson, that's my money!

It could be technical.

Stay out of touch.

(exhales)

(dial tone rings)

Technical my arse.

(exhales)

(tense music)

Frankie.

You bastard.

(bird caws)

(car beeps)

(tense music)

The thing you have to watch Frank,

if you're tryin' to shaft us,

is that it don't get in to the wrong hands.

Your writing Francis,

a fatal mistake.

Oh Dad.

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

(exhales)

So...

Byrne.

How's it going?

Byrne?

I asked you to bring him in.

This is not the place, Joe.

If you'd done as you were asked,

Elgin might still be alive.

People like Elgin don't die in bed.

(exhales)

My Elgin was worth 10 of you.

Couldn't even have a proper burial.

Put him in the foundations of a motorway extension.

Said a few words from Revelations.

(exhales)

All set for Frankie's send-off?

We settled on a buffet.

Good choice.

He may as well have this too.

Bit of light reading for the journey.

What's that?

Good question.

But here's another.

What should I do, when the woman who shares my bed,

but betrays me to my enemies?

- You'll do what you always do.

What you want.

Will you bring him to me?

But will ye?

You have 'till tomorrow.

I'll let you know how he's doin' on.

Good grief.

(tense music)

(people chattering)

They're supposed to have sauce all over it,

get, go on hurry up! - Sorry.

I'm so glad you could come, Joe.

- Right. - Are we expecting Annie too?

We are expecting her, yes Gwenda.

Oh great.

Well I've done whole salmon,

and for the cognoscente, crispy pigs trotters

and a raspberry coulis.

What, no burgers?

Well I...

Or chipolatas.

They always make a barbie, I think.

(laughs) You.

Okay go, come on!

Say the word and I'll back out, fast.

Bit late to get sentimental.

(laughs)

(tense music)

(bird caws)

There you are.

(chains rattle)

Really, I should offer you a drink.

In fact, I think I will.

(grunts)

(water splashes)

(intense music)

Thank you, gentlemen.

(gasping)

Should've stayed inside, Neil.

So everybody tells me.

Very naughty, killing Elgin.

Very naughty burning my flagship venture

to the bloody ground.

And really, extremely, out of order,

wiping out my offshore funds.

Okay, okay Joe.

(water splashes)

(gasping)

Before this gets out of hand,

you know, don't ye?

The morning of the worst day of your life.

Give me a break, will ye?

It pays for this bloody place and everything else.

You selfish bastard, you love it!

I love you.

You can't heal it all with kisses.

You bastard.

Come on, give us a kiss.

You can't heal it all with kisses!

(water splashes)

You're not the only spook in town.

My man Hugo has some state-of-the-art equipment.

But it might be the other way round.

You've taken Ericson's shilling.

Oh?

May he sell out to Crime Watchers.

'Scuse me.

No, no, it was all your fault Neil.

You were there, filing reports on the lakes

of money we were making.

Ericson came to me.

He offered me the names of every undercover

agent inside UK organised crime.

Your name stuck out a mile.

Like brothers we were.

(laughing)

I left the house, then what?

You tell me.

I went to (gasping),

I went to pick up a car from Nick and Jerry's.

An armoured Merc.

Then what?

Picked up Frank.

If you misbehave, I'm gonna show you the golden river.

Did ye?

No, there was two of them.

(laughing)

That's right, Neil Byrne, government undercover man.

Operator, Hugo tells me is the correct term.

And rising star of the Northern syndicate,

drove his boss where?

Unfortunately for you,

straight into an assassination attempt.

(gun fires)

Get in, get in!

Go!

(gun fires)

You were the hero.

Remember the celebrations?

(cheering)

(laughing)

To you, Neil.

Thanks very much.

(glasses clink) Very grateful.

Close as brothers we were.

Elgin would've been jealous.

But Elgin was missing from the celebrations.

Ask me why.

Why?

Where was Elgin?

Why, he was at your flat, of course Neil.

Making sure that nobody else made the ghastly discovery.

No, we were keeping that for you.

Why?

Well, it wasn't for fun.

Although it was quite.

No, you had to go.

Police spy.

I wanted to put you under a motorway, but...

That would have attracted too much heat.

No, you had to be totally discredited.

So that nothing you said could be believed.

And Ericson's office would disown ye.

An innocent woman.

A tiny child.

Oh that was your boss's idea.

Sometimes I worry about Hugo.

He's a sick bastard.

So Ericson killed them.

Far too smart.

I did Neil.

Just after you left the flat, remember?

See you later.

Bye.

(foreboding music)

(door slams shut)

You can't heal it all with kisses!

(water splashes)

You hadn't been gone 10 minutes.

Poor Elgin and I let ourselves in.

God, it was good.

There you were, off to work, just another day.

While we were, well you know what we were doin'.

We found our handy work.

(tense music)

Oh!

(breathing heavily)

(sobbing)

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no, no, no!

(screaming)

Sarah!

Little Sarah.

I don't know, I was hoping little Sarah might

scream a bit more, perhaps it was the shock.

Bastard!

You fucking bastard!

We never harmed a hair on her head.

Not 'till we got her into the skip, of course.

It was to be the day of the clean sweep.

You framed for murder, Frank dead.

I was to take the crown.

The MI5 in my pocket.

Just took a bit longer, that's all.

And the DNA evidence I hear you ask.

Well!

(laughing)

Easy.

Easy as that!

I was just wiping traces of little Sarah's blood

into your hair.

That did the trick!

(water splashes)

(gasping)

(intense music)

(gun fires)

(water splashes)

Annie, no, no!

(gun fires)

Annie, give me the gun!

Police officer!

Go, go, go, go, move it!

That wasn't part of the bargain.

Put the gun down!

(gasping)

We've got everything on tape.

I'm so sorry Neil.

So sorry.

(dog barks)

Hold it, hold it!

Put your left hand behind your... (grunting)

(dog barking)

Don't worry about it...

(dogs barking)

Get off him!

Where's ye warrant?

(soft classical music)

And UK Northwest...

Excuse me.

UK two zero two eight to Amsterdam.

Passenger Alma Hooby, please proceed immediately

to gate number eight.

Good afternoon mister...

Levas.

Good afternoon.

Would you like to go smoking or non-smoking sir?

Non-smoking please.

Okay.

Hugo Allardyce Ericson, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of conspiracy to commit murder.

I never did take to you.

(shouting)

You lot, that way, that way!

Head him off!

(screaming)

Damn it, get after him!

(intense drumbeat music)

Move out the way!

Run off, he's run off!

Whoa!

Damn it, damn it!

Hugo.

(plane engine roars)

Shoulda let the law take ya.

Really?

Yeah.

(exhales)

Now you're gonna kill me.

Go ahead.

Spend the rest of your life in jail,

is that what you want?

Poetic actually.

You just clear your name for a murder I planned,

in some detail.

And now you're going back inside for killing me!

You're far too bright, Neil.

I can't see you doing it.

However much you'd like to.

Are you afraid of death, Mr Ericson?

Why'd you ask?

'Cause it's time.

(gun clicks)

(plane engine roars)

(gun fires)

Come on, you're a big girl now,

I can't put it back...

I hate to add to your troubles.

After reading your statement, CPS have in their wisdom

decided to charge you with the manslaughter

of one Elgin Gatsby.

So what now?

Well it goes like this.

Neil James Byrne, I arrest you for the manslaughter

of one Elgin Gatsby, you're not obliged to say anything,

so on and so forth.

Look, you've got a very strong case for self defence,

I can't see it going their way.

Oh, thanks.

In the meantime you'll be taken to Strangeways in remand.

How long 'till the trial?

10, 14 months.

Look, I need to visit their graves.

Yeah, I know.

Look...

I'm a straight copper.

I know.

So...

I'll just go and get the car.

All right.

There it is then.

(soft, sad music)

(car engine starts)

(plane engine roars)

(intense classical music)