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Okay, we're clear.

Get on with it.

Goggles on.

Located power supply.

The lasers will stay off for two minutes.

Lasers off.

We've got two minutes.

Get the main fuse box repaired.

I'll get the alarm.

Oi, skipper.

You're Mr. Osborne's a real security nut.

Tell me something I don't know.

I'm banging your sister!

Oh, funny!

He's got a bunch of
countermeasures in here.

Spectrum analyzers, detectors.

He's not a spook, this bloke, is he?

Skipper, our bugs
aren't gonna work in here.

With that lot, he'll find
anything we put in here tonight.

Abort.

Come home.

Dammit!

Re-set all clocks.

I've done the kitchen clocks.

Okay, lasers
back on in 60 seconds.

Count off please, Skip.

Three, three, two.

Move it.

Damn, missed one!

How are we doing?

50 seconds.

Make it quick.

What time does
Osborne get up in the morning?

Get up?

I'm setting the alarm.

Hurry up!

Just stick a blown fuse in it.

10 seconds.

Move it.

Come on!

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One.

Come on, Danny.

You can't expect every
target just to lie down

and be bugged.

But I didn't
expect a hard-core racist

from Romford to have
surveillance countermeasures

in his kitchen either.

Well, we knew Osborne
was up to something,

now we know he's paranoid
about anyone finding out,

whatever it is.

I'm paranoid about how much
extra training you're doing.

Where's all this energy come from?

If I told you, I'd have to kill you!

You're already killing me!

This is Robert Osborne.

We believe he's organizing
race riots across the country.

This is his wife, Claire.

We want you to befriend her
and squeeze as much information

out of her as possible.

Which is why you're sitting here now.

We've got a potential
race war on our hands.

Osborne's past, his contacts,
business partner, money.

Everything's pushing the needle to red.

Plus there's Bill Watson.

Independent MP for Chigwell.

They met 15 years ago.

College.

Jesus, he's all over the place!

But right now they're
walking on eggshells.

Not using the phone,
only talking in public,

and combined with our failed
bugging expedition last night,

we've not been getting any closer.

Lucky for us, he's beating his wife.

Anyone under that kind of pressure

is vulnerable to recruitment,

which is where you come in.

We need information fast
and she's our only hope.

Now on the surface, Osborne
runs a very successful

waste disposal business and
keeps his fingers clean,

but we've followed his profits.

We suspect he's funding
a nationwide network

of race violence,

somehow linked to the
independent MP Bill Watson.

Organization on this
scale could be a threat

to national stability.

An Asian
night-shift worker has been

brutally attacked by white
youths in Bristol City Center.

Covered in petrol and set alight-

There's already enormous resentment

within the indigenous community...

At times,
hundreds of Asian youths

were hurling bricks and petrol bombs...

So, you're
not condoning these acts,

Mr. Watson?

Of course not.

I condemn violence on both sides,

but the provocation for this
race war came not last night

but out of the last three decades

of unchecked immigration
into this country.

Do we have
to do this every time?

I vetted Nick myself, Robert.

Okay.

So...

What's this all about?

Well, Bill...

No, Daddy!

What's the golden rule, Sammy?

Don't you touch him!

Go back to bed, sweetheart.

You might think you can touch me,

but you lay another finger on him-

There's a reason he can't
go in there, all right?

Do you understand?

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm sorry!

Join MI5.

Multiple opportunities for
advancement, they said.

Protect national security, they said.

Double-sided, if you don't mind.

And it's Eyes Alpha, so try not to look

at the interesting bits.

Andrew Dorland called from Customs.

He'll be a bit late.

That's mine, I believe.

You're welcome to it.

And it's not romantic comedy, I warn you.

They're all illegal
immigrants from Chechnya.

The traffickers chucked them overboard

when they saw the patrol ships.

A strong onshore current
washed them all up

on the same stretch of beach in Kent.

After a major incident like this,

they'll change their route,
their landing site, their crews.

We'll have to start over
again for next time.

HM Customs and Excise would appreciate

a spot of consultation.

You mean help, Andrew.

I do.

I mean help.

Leeds, hundreds of miles
from my own constituency,

having recently warned the House

about rising racial tensions in Bristol.

And being proved right,
I seem to remember.

Starting to earn myself
the nickname of Nostradamus!

I'm coming across like a prophet.

You know why there's
never been a revolution

in this country, Bill?

John Wesley.

He was a Methodist.

He went around preaching.

Got everyone sitting on
their hands in church

when everyone in France was going nuts.

Your point?

Most people don't do
anything in this country

on principle.

Most people don't kick up a
stink unless A, they're told to,

or B, it's in their
faces and it hurts them.

It's in their faces now, Bill.

It's hurting.

I know that.

You know, this time last year,

no one knew what a Muslim was.

Now everyone's looking
at people in the street.

Where's he from?

What's he doing?

They're seeing things
they never noticed before.

Asylum seekers clogging up the hospitals.

A shop assistant can't speak English.

Black media corrupting our children.

We have a window right now.

A great big window just opened.

People are starting to realize,

but they won't do anything
until they're told, Bill.

They're British.

Everyone's crying out
for a voice of reason.

Someone to make them realize
that they're not alone,

they're not on the extreme,

that they are the majority,

that it's their country and
it's all right to get angry!

Face it, Bill, everyone's
crying out for someone like you.

It's a huge Customs operation.

I'm sure it's enormous.

With large liaison potential.

I'm overcommitted on my side.

Zoe knows all the players in this area.

She's dealt with many
other cases on this route

in liaison with Customs.

She speaks three languages.

I need her on my team.

And I need her on
this race hate campaign.

I've got a runner in there
just about to recruit a source.

Customs can cope without us.

What is it?

Smuggling?

Yes, Tom.

Doubloons from the Spanish Main.

Illegal immigration.

Human traffic.

Customs need a hand.

Sorry, Tom, you'll have to make do.

I'm borrowing her,
Tom, not stealing her.

That's right, Tessa, you're not.

So nice to meet someone who cares

so much about this country.

So you keep saying.

These problems, Rob, in Leeds,

just how sure are you they'll happen?

Educated guess, Bill.

No one ever blamed Nostradamus
when the bad news arrived.

Remember that.

Go on, I've got this.

Danny, stop beating yourself up.

With that amount of countermeasures,

he never would have risked saying

anything juicy in the house.

It's not that.

It's the clock.

We almost screwed up the alarm.

You could've worked backwards.

From what I happened to read,
he leaves for work at 8.45.

Any man with kids is most
likely keen to get out the house

as soon as possible.

So give him half an hour for
a shit, shower and shave,

10 minutes for breakfast.

I'd say he's an 8 a.m. man myself.

Oh, would you?

Yeah.

Most men don't need two
hours in the bathroom, Danny.

I know it's hard to believe.

So flatshare's going well, you two?

Fun but expensive, Tom.

Fun but expensive.

Let me see.

Oh, wow.

That is lovely, Maisie.

She was doing families in school today.

Is my nose really that big?

Your bill, sir.

- Thank you very much.
- No!

Look, no more of this paying nonsense.

I still can't hear you.

Go on, then.

Finally, the man sees sense!

Are you going to stay with us, Matthew?

I think she means tonight.

How do you feel about that?

Transaction declined.

Sorry, your credit card has been refused.

Jed, you paged me.

Problem on Greensleeves, Tom.

The runner's had an accident.

When?

An hour ago.

She's in hospital.

Looks like the runner's
gonna be in hospital

for a week or more.

She was five times over the limit.

Hit a minicab.

Idiot.

Didn't know she was a boozer, did we?

Well, she kept it well hidden.

We train our officers well.

Claire's planning to leave Osborne.

She talks about nothing else on the phone.

We let this window pass,
she may go through with it

and our best chance is gone for good.

We need to get in there now.

You're the only one who knows the case

as well as the runner.

The couple who run the computer
classes, are they removable?

In a nice way.

I'll need a wife, of course.

Shouldn't have thought
that's too difficult.

Dishy catch like you!

Hi.

Nice place.

Just signed the lease.

Six months.

She's in the shower.

No sugar for me.

Right.

There's a long tradition of admin staff

helping out in operations.

You sure you want to do this?

Why do you think I've
taken all the courses, Tom?

And come top in all of them.

Swat.

This is not a typical
source recruitment.

We're trying to move fast,
engineer the relationship,

break cover and then move to close.

Claire Osborne's always
buying computer magazines

at the newsagents,

so the IT training is not a whim.

It's part of what we imagine
to be a concerted effort

on her part to take control of her life.

She outwardly supports her husband's

racist stance on the world.

That might be more
through her own insecurity

than actual conviction.

Susan Wilkes.

Steven Wilkes.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Credit rating.

Not too good, not too bad.

Should back up your limit okay.

That the real CCI database?

Yeah, and that is a real credit rating.

Call in midnight on the dot.

Each minute late is code for
our perceived level of risk.

One minute late, minor problem.

10 minutes late, SOS,
we're screwed, come get us.

Urgent message waiting?

The cat in the van.

Only in emergencies and
we'll know when we see it.

Even if Claire's a
regular at these classes,

she might not turn up.

She'll be there.

These computer lessons are her way out...

And our way in.

All we're gonna do is make
friends with her, okay?

Fate's just thrown us together,

like it was always meant to be, all right?

Yeah.

Thought you might like one of these.

Are we allowed?

Budget might just stretch.

How goes the struggle?

Oh, simple.

The UK stops selling the
guns which arm the regimes

which drive people here
in the first place.

But since that won't happen...

If Customs are moving to
intercept the boat here,

then it's possible that
the human traffickers

are using a route that the Dutch
heroin posse know and love.

A good route is hard to find.

Which means that we'll know
someone who knows someone.

Possibly.

There's a few people in Ostend
and NCS who owe me favors.

How many people were on that boat?

40.

Mostly women and children.

Oh, I usually drink decaf.

That's fortunate.

Goodnight.

Sunny Cabs.

Name is Steven Wilkes.

I'd like to cancel a cab for tomorrow.

Very good, sir.

Let him in.

We're heading up tonight.

Yeah?

All the plans
for Leeds are in place.

Sorry.

Didn't mean to interrupt anything.

What do you want, my friend?

Really.

No bugs, all clear.

Really I want to help.

Well, go and put the kettle on.

I'm with you.

I agree with everything you say.

That's very touching.

I'm going to bed.

How's the email, my darling?

My wife is mastering the
international Internet.

Hold it.

Come on in a minute.

That top doesn't do them justice.

Five grand each they cost me.

Man buys his wife a tit job,

least she can do is show
them off to his mates.

Are Pete and Jessie around?

Jessie's mum's not been too well.

We're looking after the computer classes

for the next couple of weeks.

I'm Steve by the way.

Hi.

Hi, I'm Susan.

Hello.

Be back in five minutes.

Try and finish your contact list by then.

Try!

All right Shay, see you tomorrow.

Well done.

You all right?

Bloody puncture.

I'll just have to call
the AA or something.

No, I'll do it for you.

It's no problem.

If you'd like.

Have you got a spare?

Yeah.

Man of many talents!

Yeah, I like to think so.

Stage one.

Ah!

My bag!

He's got my bag!

Oi!

Get off!

Watch it!

Claire!

Steve!

I don't believe it!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Thanks so much.

Thank God you were here.

He's never gonna catch him.

Colored, you see.

Fast runners.

Let me buy you two a drink.

If you've got time, please.

All right.

Name's Steven Wilkes.

Can I cancel the cab for tomorrow morning?

Yeah, name is Steven Wilkes.

I'd like to cancel the
cab for tomorrow morning.

Yeah, I want to cancel the
cab for tomorrow morning.

My name is Steven Wilkes.

Hey.

That's my wife's car!

You must be Claire's husband.

10 out of 10, Sherlock.

And who might you be?

Steve.

Wilkes.

Claire asked me to check her oil.

Long as that's all you're checking.

What are you doing here?

Just passing.

Saw Mr Fixit here with his
hands all over your bodywork,

thought I'd ask him exactly
what he thinks he's doing.

Steve, Sue, this is Robert, my husband.

Been in the area long?

Few months.

We just bought the house
on the Abbey Crescent.

Where were you before?

Renting.

Pokey little place on Mervyn Road.

They're doing
a great job, Robert.

Yeah, well...

See you later, sweetheart.

Why don't you both
come round for dinner?

All right, okay.

Yeah, if it's not too much trouble.

How's tomorrow night for you?

Lovely.

Hey, Danny boy, looks like
I've got something finally.

Two different shell companies, right?

But I got there in the end.

Your man Nick isn't
being entirely truthful

about his job history, shall we say?

Are Mr and Mrs Wilkes in?

They've moved, love.

They've gone up Abbey Crescent, I think.

That new estate.

All right.

Thanks.

Hello, dear, it's Rosie.

I just got tickled.

Osborne's checking backstops,
which doesn't surprise me.

We're his wife's new buddies.

You know, you can call off sick.

I can still go, make apologies.

I'm coming with my husband.

We're going for dinner, remember?

Osborne is gonna ply us with booze.

So, as long as the stomach's full of fats,

it'll stave off the effects
for a couple of hours.

So tip from the top.

Eat.

Ooh, also, when you
drink, just wet your lips.

Makes it last for ages.

Come on, tuck in.

If I get bad dreams, I'm blaming you.

Congratulations, Daniel Hunter.

You are no longer a credit risk.

Hm.

We moved to Brighton when I was three.

Oh, my mother's from Brighton.

Which street did you live on?

Altringham Road.

Do you know, I love your placemats.

Mm, they're nice, aren't they?

Rob got them from Cyprus years ago.

So...

How did you two meet, then?

Nice.

Very pleasant, I agree.

What does your boyfriend do again?

He's my husband.

Did you say boyfriend?

That's what I said.

He told you, didn't he?

Steve.

Did he tell you?

I was in the loo.

I heard you two talking about something.

I don't understand.

Our marriage, it's not what it seems.

It's a bit more...

Well, it's a bit more relaxed.

I see other men.

I don't really believe in monogamy.

I don't think it's healthy
for a long-term relationship.

I'm inclined to agree.

I'm seeing somebody at the moment and...

Well, when you said boyfriend,
I didn't know if you knew.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

I saw this young Islamic
lad on TV last year

talking about how he was a
Muslim first and British second.

Happy to draw benefit, of course,

happy to live here in peace and democracy,

and drive his mum down the
NHS for free radiotherapy.

Not a shred of evidence
he loves this country.

Not a shred of pride even
to call himself British.

And that's why it's never
gonna work in this country.

Yeah, but surely
they're not all like that?

I mean, some people come 'cause there's

a chance of getting on, don't they?

Oh, sure, and then they complain

they're forced into these centers!

Well, they should be
grateful for the chance!

Have you got something to add to this?

You're talking all the time.

Well, what can I say?

I'm a proud man.

I love my country, I love
the sound of my own voice.

And I love you too, by the way,

even if you don't love me back!

We should really get going.

Got some swinging to do, have you?

Well, it's not quite 12.

It's early yet.

Well, it is quite late,
so we'd better make a move.

You wanna try the clubs, my friend!

Claire, it's okay, it really is.

It bloody well isn't.

I'm sorry.

He's been in a complete mood all week.

It's going pear-shaped here.

Yeah, well we had a great time.

Ow!

What do you
think you're playing at?

You tell me to shut up,

you tell me I'm talking
too much in my own house!

Shut up, in front of those two?

In front of people like that?

Yeah, name is Wilkes.

I have to cancel a cab for tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

I screwed up.

I thought he'd sussed me.

You handled it brilliantly.

He can dismiss us as pervs now.

Cretin!

You know that Elgar he was playing?

Yehudi Menuhin on the violin!

I just can't bear to
think of her in that house

with that arsehole.

Listen, would you mind if we slept

in the same bed tonight?

I just...

I'd just like to have
you there if I woke up.

I mean, we are married.

Do you want to read?

No.

Goodnight.

Thanks for the tip about the cheese.

It was my pleasure.

God, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

If you're in bed listening
to this, stay there.

I just wanted to say that I miss you.

So much.

That's all.

I'm really sorry.

Did I screw up again?

See you in the morning.

You're a nosy
little weasel, Nicko.

I don't mean to pry, Rob.

No, no, I like that in a bloke.

I'm just keen to be
involved in any way I can.

Glad to hear you say that, Nick,

'cause I need a bit of nosing

around some new friends of mine.

You free at all today?

Surveillance just in.

Nick Thomas, real name Kieran Harvey.

He's a freelance journalist.

Works for an independent
radio producer in Soho.

Obviously fancies himself

as a bit of an undercover maverick.

Not for long.

Sort out an urgent message.

Steve, there's a van
outside with a cat in it.

On my way.

Hi.

History Today.

Only just come in.

My mate in Holland's paid me back.

A new group's just moved out of Ostend

using old heroin sea routes.

They've got contacts in
Greece routing refugees

from the Caucasus to a pick
up in Holland and onto a boat.

Chechens, mostly.

Do we know the Greek contacts?

I'm speaking to James Hopkins over in 6.

He's sending stuff over
as soon as he finds it.

Excellent!

Someone's feeling rosy!

Yeah, well, it's hot in here.

Hello.

I'm in your area canvassing
on behalf of Bill Watson.

Have you got a moment?

Yeah, sure, come in.

Nick Thomas.

Hello, Nick.

Nice to meet you.

You, too.

Very nice.

As is your suit.

Did you nick it?

Maybe I'll come back another time.

Oh, you can at least stay
for a cup of tea, Kieran.

Urgent delivery from across the river.

Thanks.

Man on the left's a Cypriot fixer.

Man on the right's the
packager from Holland.

Do you know him?

Mm.

I think we've got our landing site.

Suffolk.

How lovely.

Fancy a trip to the seaside?

What is it?

What's he doing there?

Do you recognize him at all?

James, hi, it's Zoe over in the Kremlin.

Can you do me a favor?

I need a key word search
on the Istanbul phone taps.

The word is Osborne.

I've been deep for a few months,

doing an exposé on the racist underbelly

in British politics.

I stumbled on this Osborne thing.

There's a digital audio bug
in here, so no detection.

Download it onto a hard drive, burn a CD.

Easy.

What are you?

NCS?

As far as you're concerned,
I don't even exist.

This is major stuff, right?

Osborne's funding Watson
to shove immigration

to the front of the agenda.

Reception centers are already overcrowded.

The problem hits critical mass,

the government will have to act.

Osborne sends guys in with cash,

palling up with local thugs,

taking them directly to the asylum seekers

and then beating the crap out of them.

Cue the riots.

Bill Watson grabs
the political advantage

when the news breaks.

He puts the gloss on, but he's moderate.

That's the gambit.

He's the one that makes
it all seem so reasonable.

I've gotta go.

I want everything you've got.

Tapes, names, contacts, and copies.

No.

I'm done now, mate.

I'm off tonight, editing
for the next few months.

What makes you think
you'll have anything to edit

when you get home exactly?

Hiya.

Hi.

I got your message.

What is it?

Do you mind if we go for a walk?

Are we friends?

I know what you're gonna say, Suzie.

And I'll just say this.

I think that whatever lifestyle you lead,

I'd never think of judging you-

No, Claire, listen.

Robert hits you, doesn't he?

Is it bad?

You're the first person I've told.

Have you ever thought of leaving?

What would I do?

Come on.

The life I've got now.

Sammy's starting school.

Where would I go?

I know someone who
might be able to help you.

I think she's on her way.

Go home, pack.

We're leaving.

Oh, Jesus H, it's you!

I'm sorry to be rude, Steve,

but I'm meant to be meeting someone here.

Claire, it's me.

What's going on?

Do you know what your
husband does in his spare time?

I have another job I'd
like to tell you about.

I work for a government department.

We know your husband is trying

to start a race war in this country.

And look, before you do anything silly,

I have to tell you, this was the only way

we could contact you.

This was the only way we could
know that you'd be onside.

What?

Are you arresting me?

No.

We're not the police, Claire.

It's not about you, it's about Rob.

What do you want?

I want to help you.

I wanna get you sorted enough
so you can leave Robert

and go anywhere you like with Sammy.

How can I do that?

You can tell us what he's up to.

He ever tell you what he's planning?

Dates, people?

Sometimes.

Claire, if you could
be our eyes and ears.

Your husband is trying to incite a war

on British soil, civil war.

And we need to stop him.

£600 a week in a bank
account in your name.

In return, you tell us everything you know

about your husband's activities.

I need to go home.

I need to think about it.

No.

If you don't wanna help us,
you'll never see me again.

If you agree, you'll never see me again.

I'll give you five minutes.

I'll be in the car.

Five minutes and one second, I'm leaving.

Anywhere I like?

Anywhere you like.

Full shipment, big check.

What about the route?

Seems kosher.

They've already got
their hands full up north.

Sorry I'm late.

Listen, Nick, I'm
shooting off for a bit.

Oh, really?

Why?

Can I borrow a pen?

No?

Never mind.

Oh, look, here's one.

Who are you working for?

I don't understand.

You will.

The photo was taken in Paris a year ago.

The Greek guy's name is Bora.

He's the fixer in Cyprus for routing

Chechen refugees to Holland.

What the hell's he doing in Paris

with a far right racist from Essex?

Osborne was in the army, wasn't he?

Only for a short while.

Corporal.

He was kicked out.

Shortly after his first posting to Cyprus.

What's a racist doing
smuggling illegal immigrants

into the UK?

Tom and Helen.

Send them a message.

We're out of here.

In a manner of speaking.

It's 12.05.

We're five minutes late on Greensleeves.

We're gonna get through this, all right?

Understand?

Hurry up.

Get off him!

You're killing him!

Hey, hey!

Wait till they get here.

When was the last call in?

Midnight yesterday.

Could be a full 25
hours they've been gone.

Where's Zoe?

She's with the Customs team,

the landing site on the Suffolk coast.

Lamberton.

We should pull her back to Romford.

Start a search.

Not now.

You must think I'm some kind of moron.

I trusted you, you bastard!

I trusted you.

We're fighting for you, you idiot.

I don't know who you think we are.

Shut up.

I know someone's been interested in me

for quite some time.

Her fault of course.

The boyfriend line stood out a mile.

What do you want?

MI5 penetration of all far-right groups.

Names of sources, their runners,

and the officers managing them.

MI5, is that who you think we are?

I don't think you understand.

You're used to dealing
with the skinhead lads,

the dropouts, the lowlifes.

But we're officer class, you see.

We've thought things through a bit more.

And little by little
this country will change.

We bring the foreigners in,
we choke the asylum system

and shove immigration in people's faces!

We are on the edge of an abyss, my friend.

I'm gonna take this country
back one street at a time!

So, names, sources, runners.

Everything you've got.

No!

Dear, oh, dear.

Okay, okay, okay, I'll give you a name!

Brian, for God's sake, tell him!

Tell him!

Cheap trick.

Everyone used to laugh at us.

Not anymore.

No!

Not any more!

Let her go and I'll
give you what you want!

No!

I guess you'd better try again.

I've got a kid, the same age as Sammy!

He might just grow up
in an all-white England.

He'll have me to thank.

Kill him!

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Hello?

SOS, Greensleeves.

Tracing.

Any idea of your orientation?

It's all I can do to
bloody well stand up!

I need a safe house now!

Okay.

Call box is Romford.

Grid reference GML9185.

Safe house at GML9293.

Get a team fanning
out in a three-mile arc.

Start with the safe houses.

I'll go with.

You'll stay put.

More news.

Osborne's ordered the crew

to throw the immigrants overboard.

Customs saved as many people
from the water as they could.

Tessa's viewing the live feed
and Zoe's on her way back.

To Romford you mean.

That was her.

She's going after Tom and Helen.

Pull her back.

Believe me, she's unstoppable.

It's me.

Tom, where's Helen?

You know Derek
from Millbank, of course.

I want the Increment.

Impossible.

They're special forces.

They'll understand.

The SAS are assigned to us specifically

for precisely this purpose.

One call, that's all it'll take.

We look after our own.

We've got the names, locations.

Extract Claire and the kid.

Erase Osborne and the rest
of them from the planet.

I understand how angry you must feel.

You don't understand a thing.

This is a mess, but a
merry mess, nonetheless.

Two people have died and
Osborne's on the rampage.

I say good, in a manner of speaking.

Now we know what he's up to.

Despite the cock up.

I'm chuffed to say he's tainting the right

with every single action he takes.

Pushing the right further right

and the left towards
the central reservation.

Meanwhile these reception
centers are a living nightmare.

And suddenly a government
position on immigration

is now possible that was
practically unthinkable

two years ago.

Now we can venture a new bill

that brings the shutters
down on undesirables

and make it look like we're
practically socialist,

for God's sake, all thanks to you.

You're not gonna let
us touch him, are you?

Now, I didn't say that.

And only until the bill's
been passed, obviously.

Then you can get Special
Branch to do your dirty work,

as per the hymn sheet.

We're not total cynics.

Oh, dear.

You're a little shite, Derek.

Have I ever told you that?

You've implied it enough times.

Take a chill pill, Harry.

Fuck you, Derek.

With bells on.

What a shithole.

Sorry.

So, you ask me to give you a lift home,

and then you show me this.

Well, I'm sorry, but no way.

I can't leave you here.

Come and stay with me.

Come on, move in.

You're thinking about your lease!

Helen's been dead for two seconds

and all you can think
about is your cash flow!

You make me sick!

I'm sorry, Danny, I'm sorry!

Oh, God, what a thing to say!

Next.

Thank you.

Matthew!

You all right?

Long story.

Not now.

I want you to come and live with me.

I have a big flat and...

It's big and it has a garden.

And I want you and Maisie in my flat

and in my life as soon as possible.

Will you do that?

Sweetness?

Target has just left.

Target in sight.

Mrs Sykes.

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