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What happened?

And that's what he was doing with Brennan.

Brennan attacked you!

No, Mom, okay? He wasn't looking for me.

Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with us.

Calling about one of your guys. Daniel Brennan.

He's running around attacking people at parties.

He hit a woman in the face, and that's an arrestable offense.

You'd better recall him first thing in the morning,

and let the police do their job.

- Who's that? - No name, withheld number.

You've already started on Brennan's recall, haven't you?

If anyone spots Brennan, you can just call me.

Just text me. Text is fine.

♪ Ten years in here No-one near ♪

♪ No-one to sign my name

♪ No-one to sign my name ♪

♪ Nowhere to hide my shame

Thank you.

Er, welcome. Er, please, this way.

Are you in charge around here?

Yeah.

You're ex-police, aren't ya?

Who'd you say you were?

Yeah, I thought I recognized you.

You quit the force a while back.

I'm going to give you a bit of friendly advice, okay?

People who've done time, they can do all the right things,

they can say all the right things.

But once they're out,

there comes a point sooner or later where they snap.

And people get hurt.

And it doesn't matter where they're from,

if they're rich or poor, educated or ignorant.

It's prison that makes them like that.

You can forget about finding answers,

'cause we ain't going to get 'em,

but you need to get Daniel Brennan back in prison.

Who said I'm looking for answers?

What's Brennan got to do with you, anyway?

He's nothing to me. It's Christine that I care about.

She thinks you'll get the truth from Brennan, but we both know

it'll just be more lies.

And I don't want to see her hurt again.

But I'll tell you this. If she is...

If anyone is...

it's down to you.

Oh, yeah?

Forget it. I tried.

- What you, like, drink? - Just give me a beer.

Are we okay for time?

No, I'm on in five minutes, Mom.

Oh, you'll be great.

No, I'm fucking not okay!

Get the fuck off me!

Anywhere but with you.

I'm not staying around for any more of your shit!

Tried to get rid of me.

Leaving me on my own, again.

I should be used to it by now.

Being alone.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired of pretending that I'm tough like you.

That nothing can hurt me.

Your shit car is worth fuck all, anyway!

Hello. Hello, everyone.

Take your seats, please.

Have a seat, thank you.

Thank you all for coming.

It's my pleasure to introduce Ray's daughter, Miri.

She's here to share her memories of her father today,

and to make a special announcement.

Please give her a warm welcome.

Thank you.

Thank you all for being here today

to celebrate the special bursary

in my dad's name.

He was a great man.

My dad always believed that every deaf child

had a right to an education.

That no deaf child should be left behind.

No, let me-- Let me go! Get off!

Hey, how's it going?

You were right.

About what?

Everything.

Look, I'm not trying to... Daniel Brennan's missing.

Not replying to any of my messages.

All delivered, all read, no reply.

Sorry.

It's fine. I will start the recall paperwork today.

Listen, as your senior manager,

I'm formally requesting that you share your caseload with me.

- What? - Yeah.

Take some of your high-risk ones, if you like?

Are you sure?

Quick, before I change my mind.

Thank you.

Um, take your pick.

I'm just going to check out a couple of addresses.

Okay.

[tense music playing

Calling about one of your guys. Daniel Brennan.

He's running around attacking people at parties.

He hit a woman in the face, and that's an arrestable offense.

You'd better recall him, first thing in the morning,

and let the police do their job.

Hi, hello? Um, I'm calling about a taxi.

Er, I'm at Hawthorne Park.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey!

Your dad just drove off with my mom.

Where they going?

I don't know.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I'm just trying to get out of this dump,

find somewhere I can charge my phone and get a taxi.

Are you okay?

No, not really.

Do you want me to give you a lift? Drop you somewhere?

Oh, piss off, Miri!

What?

Where were you when I needed help?

When my mom was dying? Your mum said what?

Your mom said what?

She said what?

Mom said not to.

Your mum...

- is a bitch, then. - What?

So it's our fault that your dad killed my dad?

Just because Mum asked me to, didn't mean I want to.

Forget it, Miri.

Look, Miri, stop, stop.

Miri, Miri, Miri... Stop it, stop it.

- What? - Look at us, right?

We aren't ten-year-old girls anymore, are we?

Where's Christine?

Where's-- Where is your mom?

Ask her.

Her dad Brennan has taken her somewhere. Who's he?

This is nothing to do with me.

Have you got your mom's car?

- It's there. - Right, you go back to your mom's place,

and you keep an eye out for her there, and I'll call the police.

I'll let you know if I find anything out,

but you text me if your mom gets in touch. Text me.

Hey, do you need a lift anywhere?

No, you're all right.

Listen, listen. You can help me.

You know your dad better than me, can you tell me anything?

Just, just something about him?

I ain't got any idea where he's gone. My phone's flat.

You can charge that in my car. We can get a coffee on the way.

As soon as I find out that Christine's okay,

I'll drop you off in town. So come on.

Right, that's you done. Same time next week.

Got my number, if there's any issues, yeah?

Yeah. What happened to Anna? I liked her.

Yeah?

Yeah, she were fit.

You've got me now.

So, what I was meaning to ask you, though,

do you know Daniel Brennan?

Came out t'same time as you.

Yeah, what about him?

What can you tell me about him? What was he like?

Can't have been easy for him, being in prison, being deaf and all.

I mean, he didn't exactly talk.

So, we'd write notes to each other,

mostly so he could practise.

Practice what?

Well, he could barely read and write. Wanted to put that right.

So, what kind of things did you write about?

Just the usual shit. "What team do you support?

"What you in for?" That sort of thing.

He were angry sometimes, it got him in trouble.

I've got a scar to show for it.

But I liked him, you know.

Can't say that about many people I were in with.

Told me it didn't matter what he did, he had to go to prison.

Usually have to go to prison for murder, though, yeah?

Can I go now?

Yeah, fine. Cheers.

...

Mom, what's wrong with him?

What's he talking about?

Stop!

Anything back from your dad yet?

No.

What about your mom?

Would she know where your dad might be?

She's not around any more.

Look, you've got to help me out here.

I already told you I wasn't going to be able to help you.

Fucking let me go, now!

The sooner we track him down, the sooner I'll let you go.

Okay?

How come you haven't called the police?

You told Miri you were going to call the police.

You don't really want to get the police involved, do you?

The Brennan recall paperwork's gone through now, yeah?

Yep.

I put him down as high-risk.

Not sure he is, but ...

No, he is. Done your job.

One thing I noticed, though...

niel Brennan signed his own interview statement.

See? Right here.

"This statement is true, to the best of my knowledge and belief."

Right? Right.

These are his basic English learning certificates. from prison.

Why would someone sign their own confession

if they couldn't properly read it?

Oh, um, maybe someone signed it to him?

No legal counsel present either.

Is this where you're setting the world to rights now?

Now? Been a few years.

How's that going for you?

Same shit, different job title.

Oh, mate! Owe you one.

So, who is this guy to you, anyway?

You've never asked for a favor like this before.

No. It's complicated.

Try me.

Someone's a bit too keen to see him back in prison.

You know, leaving messages, coming by the office.

Right.

I don't know.

Just want to set my mind at rest.

Still a detective, through and through, eh?

Look, some time's passed now, you know, I could...

I could speak to some people, if you want to come back to the police.

I'm sure they'd welcome you.

Right, I'll see myself out.

Nice one.

Right...

Let's get this done, shall we?

Good to go?

Look, my dad, it's got nothing to do with me.

Please, just let me out.

- I can't do that - Why not?

Is there anywhere else where your dad might have gone?

Like where?

Like a safehouse? A meeting place?

A safehouse? What, you think he's some sort of mobster or something?

Well, he's a murderer, I know that much.

My dad's not like that. He wouldn't hurt Christine.

You don't know that! Well, I don't know you!

I only met you half an hour ago,

and now you've locked me in your car, and you're threatening me.

Fucking let me out, now!

There you go.

What? You're free to go.

Let's just take a breath.

Okay?

I'm not looking for your dad.

I just want to find Christine, and she's where your dad is.

You take me to where Christine is,

and then we can part ways, and that's the end of it.

You promise?

I have no interest in your dad. Okay?

Well, that makes two of us, then.

That's where he is.

♪ Ten years in here No-one near ♪

♪ Ten years in here No-one near ♪

♪ No-one to sign my name

♪ No-one to sign my name ♪

♪ Nowhere to hide my shame

♪ One day soon I'll be forgiven ♪

♪ Even though I don't know what I've done ♪

♪ Some say there's no use In trying ♪

♪ To be free under the sun