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Cheers. Oh, Nick.

Have you seen the colour of him? I mean, either he goes a sunbird freak or he's

rafting. It's a dinosaur.

John Petrie, I'm arresting you for living off immoral earnings. You're

mate. You don't have to say anything.

What's your search warrant? In the post.

If you thought you'd use the NCS to pursue personal agendas, Frank, resign

or I'll write you a glowing reference.

Am I taught being in the arts, Steve?

Yeah.

He's a celebrity now.

I mean, he's left that all behind him. He murdered my pal, Tony. He ain't left

that behind him. The yardies weren't there all day after tomorrow.

He'd come to live in his country.

But he'll have a queue like everyone else.

And there's more news on the shooting at the burger bar in Margate. At least

eight teenagers have been killed, five adults and children are...

Police say that several forces are joining in the hunt for the killer who

fled the sea.

All those bodies in just a second.

I mean, how can that be real?

They were just kids, 14, 15, OK.

They could be lippy.

This isn't America.

I mean, a drunken brawl, a break -in, you'd expect that. The odd hand in the

till.

But this... Listen.

We're going to have to ask you some questions.

It's not what you expect on a Wednesday lunchtime, that's all.

Are you up to it?

Have you any idea where Ben might go?

I never said much.

Had Ben been aggressive in here before?

Never. I used to wish he would.

Why?

Well, some of the boys used to pick on him.

There was one in particular.

Geary.

Is he amongst the dead?

Yeah, I think so.

How did they pick on him? Oh, it was the usual stuff, normally.

Normally?

Yeah, well, 15 minutes before this all happened, I found Ben naked in a gent's

toilet.

A little bartender tied him to the octap and they'd all stood around giggling.

That's hardly usual stuff. That's the thought. Did you report it?

I served him hamburgers. I'm not his dad.

I didn't know he'd go off his head.

Your son was in illegal possession of a firearm.

Possibly a bent firearm.

And you're telling me you have no idea where he got it from. Does that include

your pal Holden?

Or maybe Billy gave the gun to you. You showed it off to Ben.

Ben kills eight kids to prove to Daddy what a hard man he is. He doesn't have

prove anything to me, OK?

I love him.

He knows that. He massacred innocent children, Mr Renfrew.

No -one is saying this is your fault, Mr Hyde.

Do you know why they picked on Ben?

Well, Gary said Ben reckoned he had a gun.

They said prove it.

When he didn't. Did you ask Ben about the gun?

Ben was a daydreamer. He was always making things up.

Like what?

Well, that his uncle was in the S .A .S.

He didn't even have a bloody uncle.

Do you know anything about his parents?

Yeah, I know his dad, John, well.

He helped me move last year.

We were playing the same pub football team.

Imagine how he feels.

Do you have any idea where he may have gone?

I don't know.

Any hiding places?

He didn't need bloody hiding places.

Shotguns.

They're for amateurs.

What else did you keep in that cupboard? What are you doing here? There's a kid.

My son is on the run.

You come to me and you tell me he's done this really terrible thing.

What do you expect me to say?

He's a kid.

Can you imagine how scared he is?

Maybe he'll take a pop at someone else. I don't know.

Maybe he's blown his own brains out, so please, OK, stop asking stupid questions

and find him. A kid kills a kid.

Who forgives that?

No Home Secretary will dare give him parole.

And when he's old enough, he'll be transferred to an adult prison, where

be kept in a secure wing in case other inmates attack him.

Ben's life's over no matter what happens, Mr Renfrew.

You all right, yeah?

Good girl. Come here.

Thanks for that. Makes sense for Amip and NCS to work together.

You and I and Renfrew and Holden before any of this kicked off. Yeah.

Funny we've moved faster.

You can't say that.

We'll keep liaising.

Of course.

They found the gun of you.

Out of ammo, in a bin, in an alleyway leading to the high street.

Ben? No. A few sightings, but people have reported next door's cat.

You wait till the tabloids get hold of it.

Evil monster on the loose.

Yeah, well, you can't blame them, girls.

No.

Any idea where he might be headed?

We've got surveillance on the Renfrews' house.

Station, roads.

Apparently he got us pocket money last night. Ten quid. Enough to get a ticket

out. What about Holden?

No point in steaming in there until we've got forensics on the gun.

You two all right?

Surviving.

That's a quick fact.

Then I have one.

I hope you were asking if I'd ever seen anyone killed.

It feels like it.

There was one kid I had a walkman on.

Don't blame when they found her.

Have they picked up their men for you yet?

No.

I wonder if he said anything.

You know, make my date punk.

Something like that.

Might be worth asking.

The survivors couldn't be questioned yet.

Other witnesses might have made statements.

Statements?

Much to the guys on the show, they're too busy throwing up.

I just don't get it.

What the hell happened here?

What happened?

Guns.

If I ever ask you for another fag, I've given up.

Alright.

Sorry, John.

I, er... Come soon as I am.

What the hell were you playing at?

How come you let him anywhere near you? You encouraged him. I told you. How many

times did I tell you? They're not sodding toys.

He killed Kate.

He cold -bloodedly murdered innocent kids. That could have been my kid in

My Maggie! The one who filled his head with shit, telling him he was in the

I tried to teach him some pride, which he's more than you did. Watch it. And he

told you he was being bullied, did he? You're making this up. He'd have said

something. Not to you, he wouldn't. You're twitchy enough as it is.

He lost all his confidence because of you. You know that.

It's no wonder they picked on him. Yeah, what was your suggestion? He'd waste

them.

No. I don't make guns to kill kids.

Ben's sick.

And the only person responsible here is you.

Oh, yeah, that's really good, yeah?

Well, you're going to punch me in front of that coon copper. That's really

clever. One day.

All business is off till things settle.

Get on the phone and get it sorted.

So you left the burger bar?

Yeah.

And did you see Ben?

Listen, Mickey, I can't know how you felt.

Hearing the shots.

All that screaming.

But I do know that we have to find Ben.

And I need you to help me.

He was partying on his wine.

Did you see the gun?

No.

Before that, before the shots, did you hear Ben say anything?

No.

That must have been very confusing.

Everybody panicking.

But just before that, you're walking along, and Ben passes you, right?

And you don't pay much notice to him.

Maybe you're thinking about the football game on Saturday, thinking about

bunking off for the afternoon.

And then you hear a shout.

Someone says... Do you know how you clean something?

Sorry? Well, that's what he said.

Do you know how you clean something?

The suspect?

Yeah.

You get rid of all the shit.

Right.

Well done.

Thanks, Gav.

I reckon I know where Ben might be headed.

Billy Holden's shop.

Why? How do you clean a cesspit?

That's what Holden said.

Now, if we can get Billy Holden on the scene when we pick up the kid, Ben is

bound to say something. Are you kidding?

I don't think Billy Holden's going to stand by and let Ben blow the whistle.

Billy!

It's Frank Burntide.

Yeah, I know, it's tragic.

Listen, that's why I'm ringing.

I need your help.

Yeah, well, you can understand what I'm saying.

If there's anything I can do.

I'll tell him.

Was that the old bill? What do they want?

Just wanted to check my documentation.

It's perfectly understandable in the circumstances.

Swiss okay?

They grumble, but they understand the position.

pragmatic nation.

Yeah, well, don't get too complacent. The yardies want their order tomorrow

night.

Oh, yeah?

And how are we going to move the gear with the old bill crawling all over

Now, you tell the jungle bunnies to point their fingers and shout, Bane.

Do you actually think I want to worry about any of this right now?

There's eight kids in the morgue.

My son's on the run and I'm on the mobile trying to sort out bloody

deals. Yeah, well, don't worry about it.

I mean, how many of them black bastards you see in Margate?

Get it into your head. If we don't make this delivery, those bastards are coming

down here. They'll kill me and Mo, then ride over to your place and blast you,

Maddy, and the old bear to smithereens. You better pray Burnside finds Ben.

Ben blows the gaff and we're all safely in jail by then.

Ben won't say nothing.

Why not?

If you've touched my son... Don't be so stupid.

When he's had a chance to calm down, think clearly.

He'll realise where his loyalty's at.

Your own food grafted, you know that.

I kind of feel sorry for Ben.

What?

They tied him bollock naked to a radiator.

All his classmates get to see his dick.

He's only 15.

If he had been Renfrews, then he'd just have gone home and kicked the cat.

But no.

He knows where to get a hold of a gun. He's going to teach them a lesson.

And Burnside's right, he says.

Burnside's right.

I appreciate this

can't be easy for you.

Ben must trust you very much.

Looks like a cent to me.

Until Maddy come along.

His dad's a delivery driver.

He was never there.

Where's your wife now?

I kicked her out.

She never wanted kids.

But I reckon I got the best of the bargain.

Did you teach Ben to shoot?

I know what you want me to say, Frank.

What?

I'm very fond of Ben.

But I'm also a dad.

I don't think I haven't been asking myself a question or two.

Suspect approaching east along St Margaret's Way.

Repeat, approaching east along St Margaret's Way.

I can't sleep, Frank. He's just a kid.

He could still be armed. How do you know?

He wouldn't shoot me. I'm his Uncle Billy.

When he rings, just buzz him in.

Leave the rest to us.

Not one move till he's in the shop.

Oh, shit!

Bill! You're a real man, not some snivelling grass. I got it! The battery

you first.

What the hell are you doing? He's a kid, Frank. He's just a bloody kid.

You're my right hand, mate.

Don't you ever forget that.

Eight of your friends are dead, Ben.

You'll keep him quiet. I ain't gonna make that go away.

You helped me.

And something good might come out of this.

Tell me where you got that gun.

You think your Uncle Billy's the best, don't you?

So how come he's out there and you're in here?

That don't seem fair.

These are the names of the friends that you killed.

Jenny Watson.

Devin Russell.

Peter Geary.

Julie Campbell.

Julie.

Was she a special friend of yours?

Come on, Ben.

For Julie's sake.

Tell me where you got the gun.

I can't.

Why not?

Uncle Billy says only snibbing punks grass.

Real men take it on the chin.

I had my eye off the ball.

I got banging on to Brian Lee about sitting on evidence.

And there's me watching tapes of Ronnie Buchan while kids get their heads blown

off. I told you, forget Ronnie Buchan. He's a non -starter.

I looked at those kids' faces.

All that crap on their bedroom floors.

All the dreams pinned to the walls.

You expect me to walk away from that and say shit happens?

Well, I never had you down as a social worker.

Careful.

I'll tell you one thing.

Certainly concentrates the mind though, doesn't it?

Getting past the 50 mark.

Suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and think of all the things you

should have done.

Everything you should have sorted.

Suddenly they're haunting you.

Tell me what you know about these yardies, the Black Knights.

Oh, piss off. Don't even go there.

I've heard they're going to start a turf war. Yeah? Will you tell me when? And

I'm leaving the country.

They're expecting a delivery of guns any day.

I want to know a time and a place. I'll get paid for information, all right, not

to dine a hail of bullets.

I mean, that's your job.

The slag they're dealing with supplied the gun that killed those kids.

It is bollocks I want to mangle. Listen, I hope you get the little shit I really

do. But, Mr Frank, I can't help you.

They're teenagers, Tony.

They hadn't even started.

You're a bastard, you know that.

Does that mean you do it?

I've got a choice.

Now, the trouble with this bloody mess in Margate is that the police presence

means it's going to be very difficult to move guns out, which brings us to the

Yardies. They are in urgent need of hardware.

Yeah, Holden isn't going to risk supplying them. Not till things quieten

Pete and Chris, I want you to maintain oboe on Holden and Renfrew.

Samantha, I want you to go back over their accounts. What about the Yardie

angle? We'll be working hand in hand with the murder squad. If Holden is the

supplier, then aspects of the Ben Renfrew case can be locked off.

The Home Secretary is asked to be informed.

All the resources you require will, of course, be at your disposal.

So what happened to let's stick it in a file and watch the mole grow?

I'll try another perspective.

If we didn't have Holden flagged in the first place, the Renfrew case would be

nowhere.

You got what you wanted, Frank.

Our attention.

Now everyone's watching you.

You better get a result.

The Knights operate out of Reg's hairdressers, Peckett Street.

You've got an appointment at 12.

Thanks. Now, if they'll pay the torture card, I'd be grateful if you kept my

name out of it.

I'll tell you what, just don't go.

How about we go for a drink or something after you like that, yeah?

Maybe another time.

Yeah? What's being a dead hero going to prove, Dave?

Brothers are notoriously homophobic, you know that?

Well, he hasn't exactly got a label pinned to his chest.

Well, you might guess.

Did you?

Yeah. I quite fancied him at first.

We should have our own backup.

Oh, yeah.

I can see the headlines now.

Aggressive police presence blamed for bloodbath.

You don't like me much, do you?

No.

Why not?

I'm a feckless bigot. I don't have to give a reason.

Just relax, will you? And put that fag out before you kill us both.

What do you want, bro?

I came here to discuss some business.

Yeah.

In private.

This is private.

So, what, we just sit here?

Where the end is, remember?

We watch from white.

What kind of business do you want to talk about?

I want to buy a gun.

Buy a gun?

Me glasses, it's a barber shop.

It's a clothes, condoms, haircut shop.

I'm not 10.

It's deaf, you're deaf, I hear, you can't hear. This is a barber shop.

I heard you the first time.

Talking this nonsense about buying a gun.

Who do you ask to sell a missile gun?

A friend.

Well, they mix it with the wrong friend.

You know what I think?

What?

It's the police.

They try to set me up.

You have to get your evidence and then go and blow your little whistle.

Do I look like police to you? Well, you're foolish enough coming inside

Yeah,

you're right. I must be stupid.

There's, what, five of you?

You could kick shit out of me and take me out back to be picked up with the

rubbish.

Another dead nigger.

Who'd care?

Certainly not the police.

You got a problem with her?

Look. Don't get lippy with me.

Coconut.

You are very brave.

How is that damn fool?

The way I'm feeling right now.

Both.

What if I could get her this gun?

What do you want it for?

It's personal.

No, man, talk.

It's personal. Hey!

You have a little attitude problem in a white boy.

Me run things around your son.

And me not take no check.

And a little idiot body boy.

My woman got attacked last night.

Imagine it was your woman.

And she's lying in a hospital bed she can't even open her eyes to see.

You want to know why I want the gun?

I'm going to pin those bastards up against the wall and point it at their

shriveled bollocks.

And if that makes me a fool, fine.

I can live with her.

They're taking delivery of the guns late this evening.

Well, that doesn't give Holden much time to get the gear out. He must be

shitting himself.

For a little while back there, he wasn't the only one.

Mo went back to work this afternoon.

What?

All she has to do is hang on this evening.

Do a bit of stock taking.

And what about the police?

Burnside. They won't believe we have the front, not after what's happened.

But feel fast question, she's a one -woman business. She'll go under if she

doesn't. I don't care.

I don't want her anywhere near that shop.

What do you reckon, bollock brains? You reckon we can just carry on as normal?

We supplied a gun that killed eight kids.

It's not just Ben that's going to go down for this. It's you and me and old.

Life. No time off for good behaviour. Fucking life!

What's going to happen to little Maddy, then, eh?

Do you think I'm going to let that flag of a mother get her hands on her?

I'm making this delivery with or without you.

You tell Mo to close the shop, or I will. You go near her. Oh, yeah, and?

What are you going to do, big man? She's lost it.

You know that. When the yardies line you up against the wall, what do you think

you're going to do? Catch their bullets in your teeth?

What? Tell me.

I'm going to meet with them.

What? I'm going to meet with them, and I'm going to explain in sign language,

necessary, that they get their guns when I say, and not tonight.

They'll kill you?

Yeah, well, there you go.

Perfect solution.

Now, I suggest that instead of standing here whinging, you go and see your son.

But once in your life, you try and act like the sort of father he can look up

to.

Look, your mate Ronnie Buckham.

Doing a big thing, isn't he?

Wait here.

Thanks, darling.

Have a nice day. Thanks so much.

Sorry to barge in.

Ronnie's an old pal of mine.

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That's me.

Frank Burnside.

Can I have your book off?

Well, it's not really my gig.

Shit.

He's going to kill him.

It's his call.

I've got a licence for this thing, Frank, if that's what you're worried

I'm not worried, Ronnie.

I just came to congratulate you.

The Great Slam?

Yeah.

On turning your life around the way you have.

You're an example to us all.

That's very kind, Frank.

I mean it.

Good luck.

Much appreciated.

Well, I mustn't keep you from your fans.

Oh, there is one thing.

What? When I come to make the film of your life, can I have Robert De Niro

me?

See you, Ronnie.

Ta -ra, Frank.

Yes, sir.

It's alarming to say the part.

Maybe you should let it go.

With Barry, your partner.

And you're the one who died.

Two days earlier.

I climbed across back and in a pub.

We had a rack.

Couldn't resist it.

I took the pit out of him in front of his pals.

Barry got the bullet meant for me.

So what have we got?

The press have agreed to lay off Renfrew or at least give him the freedom to

leave the house.

Police presence around Renfrew's house has been curtailed. Well, let's hope no

grieving parent decides to take a pot shot.

Renfrew went back to the house after his meet with Holden.

His wife left earlier, hasn't returned.

They were offered a safe house but refused.

I bet they did.

He's got to be near those guns.

Who's watching him now?

The day shift. I'm taking over again later.

Holden picked up his little girl after school, took her to some rock shop.

Went back home.

They were met at the door by the au pair. Five minutes later, Holden came

and set off up the motorway.

So he went to the school, then the rock shop.

Did Pete see him in the rock shop?

He and the woman behind the counter seemed to have words.

What about?

How did he know?

Do you want to speak for yourself? I've got the tape.

Yeah.

Enlarge it.

That's Mo Renfrew.

John Renfrew's wife.

Ben's mum.

Step -mum.

His room -mum died four years ago.

Cancer. She and John have been married for two.

Find out if she's the owner of the shop and if Holden's a regular visitor.

You must understand my position.

For the help of those concerned, I'm going to have to postpone delivery until

next week.

I hear me.

One of my soldiers' little brother got killed upon the corner two nights ago.

Believe me, I'm going for you.

But it's not my concern.

That's a very good business, man.

Eh?

Let's see if we don't murder them bamba clouds for the next couple of days.

They'll think they can come and take over.

And then you will lose a very valuable customer.

Out you go.

What do they give you boys for brains, eh?

Coconut milk.

Watch my law.

No more Mac 10s till next week.

Yo, a gentleman's word is his bond.

Isn't that right, Billy?

Now, you agree to deliver it tonight.

You say if you don't honor that agreement, me personally will be seeking

compensation.

You're a white boy.

As bright as you.

You must understand that.

Watch me live.

Tonight.

Gav, you were right.

Holden's doing business with the posse.

Armed response, front and back.

Surveillance on Renfrew and Holden.

Top result, I'll get Holden at the scene. Second, I'll get Renfrew within

me Holden.

I see me the guns and lay they're there. And that's all it is, an assumption.

Hunch, sir.

Let's hope you're right.

Sorry, sir.

No, go ahead.

Mo Renfrew, sole proprietor of the rock shop, though it's registered in her

maiden name.

Pete went down there, spoke to some neighbours.

They've seen Holden coming and going.

I make no secret of it.

Said he's just helping his mates out when there's a rush.

Looks like your hunch has legs.

Hunch with legs, now that's new.

We get a search warrant, we raid the place and we get the leg.

What we need is Holden and Renfrew holding hands next to it.

The yardie deliveries tonight.

They've got to go to the rock shop.

That's when we make our move.

Thankless job in the world.

Can I play her in a brothel?

Hold up, just taking my phone call.

Could be off.

Shit.

Something spooked her.

Yeah, what exactly?

Burnside. Bad news, I'm afraid. Ben Renfrew hung himself in his cell.

What a mess.

John Renfrew was here visiting him.

He got word something was up.

So where's Renfrew now?

They're driving him home to be with his wife.

So, where does this leave you lot?

I don't know.

Maybe Holden will try moving the gear himself.

Probably wouldn't let him be fit.

First fell on the run. Mark it straight.

Rent for attack from the officers taking him home. He got away.

Excellent.

Have we found Marine Crew? No.

There's been a call from Holden's au pair.

Apparently his daughter's been kidnapped.

So where's Holden? Heading home, probably.

Pete said he just took a call and took off.

What's going on?

He said it's a misunderstanding.

He said the grandma's got her.

I know.

Frank.

I'm really sorry about all this. Look, I understand how valuable your time is.

Stupid girl got it all mixed up.

You'd understand if she was foreign.

So little Maddy's all right, then?

Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She's with her gran.

And where's that?

Broadstairs.

Ground picture I've took her down there.

Right. Just as long as she's OK.

Yeah, fine.

Thanks for your concern.

Get hold of the headteacher at Maddy's school. Find out who picked her up.

Get hold of Pete.

Pretend to let us know if he makes a move.

OK, thanks.

John Renfrew picked up Maddy.

Nothing unusual in that, apparently. He often did.

Ben dies.

Renfrew blames Holden and grabs Maddy. The au pair phones the police.

Holden finds out and lies because he doesn't want us arresting Renfrew.

I'm dropping you a minute.

Come on, Billy, do something.

She's your daughter, for Christ's sake.

Target on move.

I repeat, target on move. Headed down Blyster Avenue.

2 Street East.

Stay with him.

But don't let him spot you.

Target's driven past location. He's heading for the back.

He's asleep.

Trusting little thing.

You're upset, John.

You're not thinking straight.

How about I kill Maddie?

You know, it'd make me feel better.

You don't mean that.

Now, hand her over, eh?

Give me my little girl back.

Imagine how desperate Ben must have been to do that.

How terrified the poor little bugger was.

You can't, can you?

Because you're never scared.

Because you're better than anyone.

Better than yids, niggers, better than me. No, no.

Now Ben loves you, he told me.

What? And that makes it all right?

My only son goes off his head, kills a load of kids, then hangs himself. But

it's okay, John, because he loved you.

Let me get Maddy out of here.

She's eight years old, John.

She's just a baby.

Then we can have it out.

You and me.

How are we going to do that?

You and each other.

What's happening?

Holden's gone inside.

Rain fruit?

We're not sure.

You're right.

She's beautiful.

I often wondered if she was mine.

You must be bloody stupid.

One thing's for sure.

Whatever you were giving your missus wasn't enough.

Shut your filthy mouth.

You think you're so in control of everything.

I knew she was a slag before you married her, but not you.

All you saw was her laughing at your jokes and listening to the endless

speeches.

They should put people like you down at birth.

Kill you before you get a chance to screw up people's lives.

I'm not as pathetic as you think, Billy.

I had a word with my black brothers.

Explained the situation.

They were really understanding.

In fact...

They're on their way here now.

I'm sure they'll find a way of making you suffer.

Give me Maddy.

You think Ben will be proud of his old dad now?

You wouldn't dare shoot me.

Right. And you dare.

You don't want to kill your precious Maddy instead.

Say goodbye, big man.

Who've we got?

Don't know.

Armed response?

No, 10, 15 minutes.

Great.

Billy!

It's the police!

Put the gun down!

That's a good weapon.

Three other motor vehicles are going to try and head him off. No confrontation

until the hour of eager.

He's got nothing to lose now.

I don't care who he takes down. I want this bastard alive.

It's all right, quitter. Daddy's going to make everything all right.

Billy, where do you think you're going?

We're right behind you.

I just want to get Maddy out of here, Frank. No trouble.

Look, don't make it worse for yourself.

What happened, Frank?

The RV got stuck in traffic.

I told you we'd get off the police.

They're right behind us, Billy.

Now, this is going to get nasty.

Do you want Maddy caught in the crossfire?

We won't come to that, Frank.

This is England. We don't shoot kiddies.

We're going to keep coming, Billy.

Eventually, you're going to run out of fuel.

You'll have to stop.

You'll take a pop at us. We'll take a pop at you.

He deserves that. She's got her whole life ahead of her. She's a lovely little

girl. What do you want me to do, Frank? Get myself up? No, they take her away

from me. She'd think I don't love her no more.

No, she won't.

We ain't been separated since she was born.

Look, I'll see she gets to her gran, all right? Anything she needs, I'll sort

it. I'm her dad. I look after her.

Then do the right thing.

Stop the car.

You ain't got kids, have you, Burnside?

If you had, you'd know what it's like to look down at that lovely little face

every day.

I'm sick.

The Yardies!

Let's go back.

There's an ambulance on its way, Billy.

I need it now!

Billy,

they won't treat her if you've got a gun.

Put the gun down, Billy. No!

I'm not losing my baby!

Be safe and good.

No.

No, he isn't.

But what I'm seeing is the latest victim of a serial killer. First time out, he

just shaved the victim.

Second time he gets more imaginative, leaves the tie.

Might be accused of something.

It's okay, Jerry.

Yeah? Well, tell him to back off.

What's he doing?

Crying.

What the hell do you think you're playing at?

You're not getting enough attention round here. You've got to go parading

in your knickers.