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STILL
Review and Synchronization by Angel.

Whenever I was away.

Jobs, meetings, whatever.

Whenever there was
A pause, a silence,

my thoughts would just
Drift towards him.

He was always the first thing
That came into my head.

Sometimes the only thing.

He would just be there
In front of me.

His crooked smile.

And bow legs.

So involved
In everything around him.

It took my breath away.

It made me feel warm,
accomplished.

I was so happy.

Hello, Tom.

He always used to ask after
You when you were gone.

- I was his dad.
- No, you know, you...

You were the one he wanted
To make notice him.

All those dead-end jobs, Tom.

I thought you did
Them to escape.

- Escape?
- Yeah, from Steven and me.

You know, the dirty
Nappies, the tantrums,

The bad school reports,

The lip.

Now?

Well, you would be
Wasting your time.

Looking in Vanity Fair.

But if you get a glimpse of the
Teachers' union monthly journal,

Well,

There are some lovely head shots
Of the area reps in there.

Done with real anger.

- What are these?
- You remember Stanley James, worked at Maxim.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, he's putting together this book of
Photographs of children through the 20th century.

Innocence and Age.

He was looking for an editor.

Said I would be interested. Oof.

Sucker for punishment.

So... how is work going for you?

Good.

The BMA have published
my first paper,

And two research centers have
approached me about consultancy work,

You know, keeps me busy.

Stops me thinking about Steven.

Yes.

I do not know, Tom. Sometimes
I think I should...

Live more like you, you know.

- It is tough out there for a single woman.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Even in these
enlightened times.

Unlike you, who.

Hooks up with the first
attractive woman who he meets.

What makes you think?
That is the case.

Slim little thing. Huh?

You are happy?

Yes.

Do you really want to?
Go down that road.

Well, I think
I would need another drink.

Thanks.

Shit. I am out of tonic.

Do you know what?

It is getting late.
I... I should go anyway.

No, it is all right. I will... I will nip
out to the off-license down at the corner.

- It will only take five minutes.
- Really?

Yeah.

Okay.

So.

It is all right. Do not worry.

It is all right. Go on. Go on.

It is good to see you.

Hello.

- Ed?
- Sadly, yeah.

Poker game at Dave tonight.
Do you fancy it?- Yes.

News to lift the spirits.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

- What time are we on?
- 8:00, 8:30.

Nice, nice, nice,
nice, nice, nice, nice.

What?

You just barged into me. What?

Are not you going to apologize.
Bruv?

I was just walking
down the street.

It was an accident. I am sorry.

- All right. Cool. Peace. Yeah?
- Yeah.

They argued.

Most of the witnesses
Thought nothing about it.

A second later,
They look around,

He has slumped on the ground
Holding his stomach.

Well.

What line are you taking?

Lot of gangs around here.

Young kids. Start there.

But between you and me.
That is no story.

Football match.

You play.

I am a... watcher really.

Tom. It is I.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I am sorry. I...

Rachel. Tom's ex.

- Christina. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.

- I have heard lots about you.
- I am sure.

I bet Tom's never
mentioned me before.

- You look a bit shocked.
- No, no, no.

He is... He has told
me lots about you.

Where is he? We...

Tom was out of tonic, Therefore,
he has gone to the off-license.

Well, there he is.

Hi.

Therefore, you two have
Met each other then. Yeah?

Yeah.

- Everything all right?
- Yep.

Yeah.

Do you know what? I, um,
really should be going, so...

Sure, I cannot tempt you.

No, no, it's fine, thank you.

- Really. Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Bye good to see you.

- Yeah. You too.
- Yeah.

- Be nice if we could do it again sometime.
- Yeah.

- All right, call me.
- I will.

- Take care.
- Bye.

- I guess that is the hard bit out of the way.
- Yeah.

Come on. You are
breaking my heart. Joseph.

- Jimmy.
- Jimmy.

- Come on. Stand still.
- Shut up.

Yeah? Come on.
Work with me, me old son.

Look, just...

Look, just...

Stand here. Look through there.

Just look in that.
Okay, hands down. Chin up.

Yeah?

Come on. Work with me, son.
I will make you a star.

I do not want to be a star.
Clearly.

Smile, Jimmy. Thank you.

There you go.
See. You are a natural.

Who would have thought? Okay.

Jimmy? Jimmy!

Stop. Stop. Slow down.

- Fuck off! Let go!
- Slow down.

- Jimmy. Love. Please.
- Fuck off! Fuck off!

Okay, folks,
Nothing to see here.

Get back to class, please.

Here you go.

Sorry about that.

I would not worry about it.

Is everything all right?

Sorry?

With, Jimmy.

No, not really.

Not at all.

His brother died a few days ago.

Too soon to have him back.

His mum is coming to pick him up.

Dreadful.

Do you have any children,
Mr. Carver?

No.

Stabbed at a football match.

Some gang fight.

He was a pupil here too.

Bit of a wind-up merchant,
but good kid.

Lovely kid.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Sorry to keep you. Mr.

It is Ed. Ed Taylor.

Mr. Taylor. My... My head is a bit
foggy, and I am not sleeping a lot.

Yes, of course.

Yes...

This is his last
School photograph.

It is the most recent one
I have got.

Thank you.

He hated having
his picture taken.

Listen. As soon as we've got a
copy, I will get it back to you.

Picture in the paper.

He always wanted that.

Do you want the envelope?

Yeah, yeah. That would be great.
Thanks.

Can I get you a drink,
Mr. Taylor? Tea? Coffee?

Something stronger?

I think something stronger.
Do not you. Whiskey?

Yeah.

Yeah, whiskey would
Be great. Thanks.

Uh, listen. Maybe I should just get out
of your way and leave you to get on.

It is no trouble. She is just
got a bit of an infection.

I will... I will settle her down.

You sit down.

Try to get some sleep, love.

Okay, Mum.

- This is his first communion.
- Right.

Yeah.

He was a good-looking
boy, was not he?

Yeah. Yeah, he was.

He was going to be
a heart breaker.

A real heart breaker.

Find the people
that did this to my boy.

Will you do that for me, Ed?

I am... I am sure
the police will find them.

Yeah, I know that.

I know all about that.

However, I asked you to find who
did This to my beautiful boy.

Because knowing
something will be doing.

Is the only thing
that is keeping me together.

Do you understand?

Everything else is...

Buried deep, but...

Hope...

Buried here.

Hello, Jimmy.

Not Joseph then?

Very good. Very witty.

Listen.

I was sorry to hear
about your brother.

I lost my son a year
ago about, so.

You might have known him.
Steven Carver.

We lived just off the end
of the estate there.

Well, he was a good few years
older than you, so maybe not.

- I know how you feel.
- You do.

Yeah. I think I do.

- Was your son murdered?
- No.

Car accident.

- Accident?
- Yeah.

Did you cry?

Everyone keeps telling me
it is good to cry.

Well, if that is what
everyone keeps saying,

It must be okay. Must not it.

You are a photographer.

Yeah.

I like taking pictures.

There is no money in it.

Some tosser nicked my
camera in the summer.

Went down to the crime
scene the other night.

You are going to have to give me
a wee bit more to work on.

The young lad.

Terry, Grady.

Why would you want to do that?

I went down to see his mum.

I needed a picture of him
for the first print.

His mum wants me to find whomever's
responsible for her son's death.

Well, she would. Would not she.

I think we are close. Most of the
estates around here have gangs.

It seems Terry was on
the edge of one of them.

And got involved in an argument with a
couple of people from another gang.

And things got out of hand?

Yeah. I think you could
describe it like that.

Why do you want to get involved?

I thought you were a watcher.

It is better on the sidelines.

Walk away.

- Didn't think you would show.
- Said I would. I not did.

- You want to take some pictures.
- Yeah.

This is somewhat old,
kind of complicated.

However, once you know it,
you know it. You know.

I had the one in school.
Hold it.

- Heavy.
- Yeah.

How do you see through it?
Through here.

Focus.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Here is another one. Here
another one. Here is another one.

See him.

Keep it steady.

Get it.

- Yep.
- Good.

If you want to leave a message,
please do.

Hi. My name is Suzanne Tiama.

I'm the director of the
Zodiac gallery in Hoxton.

I saw a number of your stills
In an old gallery brochure.

And thought the work
Was incredibly atmospheric,

and I'd be very interested
In showing your work.

My number is 0207-843-3582.

These are nice, Tom.

Very nice.

You cannot beat kids.
I mean, pictures of kids.

There is hope. Is not there?

Want some of this.

No, it is not even 11:00!

It is Saturday!

- No, it can wait.
- Got any beers.

Yes. Should be some
in the fridge there.

Nice.

How is that story going?

Terry Grady, 15-year-old kid...

Stabbed to death
at a park, football matches.

Eight-inch blade.

In addition, a broken bottle.

Nasty business.

Penton was there.

The DI who dealt with Steven.

Yeah. I remember.

Sends his regards.

That is nice.

Sorry I missed the poker.

Where did he live?

River mead Estate. The one by
the park and the playground.

Why?

I think I took a picture of his
brother in the school last week.

Leave it. Tom.

Fuck. What time is it?

- 11:00, 11:30.
- Shit.

Fuck! I forgot.

Rachel.

Tom, it is me.

- Hello?
- You all right?

- Yeah.
- You have not forgotten, have you?

No. No, I did not forget.

Come up. Yeah, I am not ready.

It will take me...
It will take me 10 minutes.

Yeah, come up.

It is Rachel. She is outside.

Looks like these are
going to have to wait.

Rachel?

Yeah. We are visiting
Steven is grave together.

Hi.

Hi, Ed.

It has been a while.

Hello.

Are you just leaving?

Well...

Love to say but uh, the boys.

Yeah. Of course!

- Nice to see you. Rachel.
- Yeah. You too.

- See you later, Tom.
- Yeah. Take care.

So, I will just get ready.

Okay.

Beer for breakfast. Classy.

You never liked him. Did you?
Not from the moment, you saw him.

Thought it would save time.

He is a good journalist.

No, he is not. He is a hack.

Really. I do not know why
you put up with him.

- He taught me the important things in life.
- Really?

Yeah. This is a good steak.
This is not a good steak.

This woman will break your heart.
That woman will not.

Yeah. Couldn't work
that one out for yourself?

Well, I could,
however, I had Ed. You know?

In his own strange way,
He is somewhat courageous.

Please.

He has the constant imprint of
The last person who sat on him.

He is not courageous, Tom.
He is a coward.

Well, we will agree to differ. Yeah.
Fine. Well, we will agree on that then.

Did you get the flowers?

Shit, no.

Excuse me.

Therefore, you found some manners
Now then. Bruv.

Yeah, look,
I do not want any trouble, yeah.

Trouble?

Yeah.

I just want to pick up some
Flowers here if you do not mind.

No, no. We do mind. Bruv.

Just get out of my way.

Keep away from Grady's brother!

Took your time.

Yeah, sorry.

Hey. It is okay.

We are having an open space
Next week.

I know it is not great notice,
However, we would love to show you.

Any buyers?

I wouldn't show them if I
did not think I could sell them.

Can you give me these six?

Well, they are not
doing anything else.

I take 50%.

Sounds good.

Great.

He who snorts Colombian,
thinks Colombian.

Very nice, good sir. Very nice.

Flown in direct. Dirt-cheap.

Your mate, Harry?

Terry. Terry. From... Uh, works
for the Herald in Bogota?

- The very man.
- Yeah?

This little baby was
addressed to Brian Wilson.

Musicians with habits.
That is his thing.

Endless possibilities there.

You should have
been there last month.

Jim Morrison nearly blew
my bollocks off.

To good living,
the ultimate revenge.

You are good, Tom, but,

Jesus.

They put the death
of cold through me.

They make you not want
to step out the door.

- How do I look?
- You look great.

Thank you.

Tom, you are letting.

A beautiful woman like this
go out all on her lonesome.

Whilst you sit on your sorry
as with me all night.

You have your priorities
all wrong, my friend.

- Ed, Christina. Christina, Ed.
- Hi.

- Christina.
- Eddie.

- Enchanted.
- Hi.

Well. Can I.
Can I get you a drink?

- No. Did you ever read about the evils of drink?
- Yeah.

Put me off reading for life.

Tom, why am I only getting
to meet Christina after so long?

I do not know. I guess Christina
Just got lucky, that is all.

That will be him.

I should leave you boys
to enjoy your game.

Men, please.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

You, do not wait up.
Be good. Yes?

Ed.

- Christina.
- Nice to have met you.

In addition, you.

And, uh, you better be, you
know, used to seeing me around.

Love you.

That is a very sexy woman.

I tripped and fell,
however, did I fall.

- Moved in.
- Yeah, few weeks back.

- Serious?
- Yeah.

What can I say?
She makes me smile.

Well, who would have
thought it.

Life in the old dog yet.

- Yeah!
- Chin-chin.

Yeah, let us exhibit
these drawings.

They hugely impressed me.

However, if you like the design, you have to see
when she fits all the costumes and everything.

It is... I mean, it is amazing.
She has got this eye. It is fantastic.

Thank you.

I saw your piece on the...

On the gang, Under-Fives.

It was good.
It was brief. Very good.

Crazy fucking story. Only two of
they ever arrested.

It is difficult. Minors.

It is so difficult
to pin anything on.

However, the scary thing is...

That these kids... and that's all
they are... they are just babies.

They do not think what
they have done is that wrong.

Come on!

However, it is also because
they are kids.

They are just reacting
in addition, trying to make sense.

Of the shit that is all around.

However, when they cornered. Bang!
It is reflex.

In addition, that reflex is often just to
lash out, with an eight-inch blade.

I mean, look at
these fucking cunts.

Rolling out of the court
after the riots.

Not a fucking care in the world.

Pimp roll, designer clobber.

"Who gives a fuck"
written all over their faces.

Front. Bullshit front.

I mean, how much shit
has that led young men?

Well, it never used to
be like that.

Yes. Oh, no.

When we were kids,
they were innocent times.

The '70s, when you could go to a fight in
addition, a football match would break out.

You know, I often wonder how
Steven would have turned out.

He would have been fine.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Rachel was saying that,

He... he'd been spending a lot more
time out at night when I was away.

He was a teenage kid.
What did you expect?

Well, I hope he was happy.

I hope we did enough.

Everybody wants to try.

In addition, protect their children
from the world, but you cannot.

It is... It is
simply not possible.

However, you try,
in addition, you keep trying.

You loved him, Tom.

I saw the way you looked at him,
the way you were with him.

I mean, I am not a father,
however, I could see that.

Well, I wanted
to be a good father.

Believe me, you were.

671... William Klein.

Brooklyn school kids
hose them down...

during a sweltering hot
New York summer's day.

672... Terence Donovan.

Bethnal Green
moods and skinheads...

Pose for the camera proudly.

Yeah, come on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Open up! Dickhead!

Hey! Hey, pussy!

Screw it. Back off.

Fuck you!

I did not think
you liked his work.

I do not.

My God. Jesus.

What happened to your face?

I. You know...

I walked into a wall.

Fell off a bus.

Okay.

Yeah, what do you think?

Moody and magnificent?

- Scary.
- Scary, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. I guess there
is that as well.

So, uh, what brings you here?

I have signed him up to do
some shows in New York.

They love his stuff.

Very nice.

Listen...

I think I have seen enough of this
human suffering for a day, you know?

My heartstrings have been...
Just been ripped out, you know?

In addition, I am
going for a drink.

Want to come.

That would be nice.

However, I have still got
some things to sort out.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Message number 11.

Message number 12.

Message number 13.

What is wrong?

You needed to do it
quite so early?

Early bird and all that. Yeah.

- Hey, Jimmy.
- Here is your book.

- I said you could keep that.
- I do not want it.

Well, you still want those
slides to show your class.

Who is your friend?

That is one of the kids from the,
school where I have been taking portraits.

He is interested in photography.

Start light, Tom.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

There you are.

Hey. Man...

Sorry about the crush.

You forget I have been to a few of
your exhibitions over the years.

Actually, it is quite busy.

Is that suppose to
make me feel better.

Christina not coming?

- No. She... She had a business meeting.
- Okay.

I am going to get a refill.
Do you want one?

Do you want ...?

Do you not think you are
drinking too much. Tom.

Who is counting? You?

She thinks I am a genius.

You know, I was thinking,

As you, get older.

You do not really get wiser.

You know, you actually
understand less.

You do not get courageous.

You just get scared.

Have you called the police?

Then what?

You look dreadful.

Well. Thank you.

You look very nice yourself.

Just call the police, Tom.

It is just pranks.

You caught shit
through a letterbox.

Abusive calls, a mutilated cat...

You call that "pranks".

Kids nowadays, they've just
become so much more advanced.

Have not you heard?

I am worried about you.

I am worried about
all this, you know.

Does Christina know?

This is about me.
It is not about her.

Well, still, you know,
you should talk to her.

You should talk to the police
as well. It is gone too far.

Yeah. I Will.

I Will.

Really. Tom this place is a mess.

Do not you have any respect?

What is respect?

You know.

A shower and a shave
every morning.

See. I do not need that.

I do not need people
licking my face.

That is where you and me
differ. You know.

Where is she?

- Christina?
- Perceptive.

Well, it is not that late.

Where she mean to be?

She is out with a dago buyer.

Okay.

- Have you met him?
- Yeah.

Once. Yeah.

Shallow.

Laughs when it's not funny,
cries when it's not sad.

- Jealous?
- No, I am not.

I just want her home. You know.

- Anything wrong with that.
- No. No.

And...

How are things between you?

We get by.

Well, they do say...

The art of making
a relationship work...

Is give a little bit more?
Than your share.

You sound like
a fucking self-help book.

I did my share.

You know just...
Just a little bit more, Tom.

You know. In addition,
let us face it.

Whenever you did anything, there always had
to be fanfares. You could never just do it.

Well, you always were the humble
one in the outfit. Were not you?

Well, for humble,
Read "doormat."

What?

- Just stop trying to tell me what to do.
- I am not...

Stop trying to be a mum!
Stop trying to mother me!

Because you are not a mother
any more. Are you?

You are not a fucking mum any more!

My gosh, you can be
so cruel sometimes. Tom.

You know, the trouble with this
stuff, it cuts away at care.

I mean, look at you.

You are a great advert for it.
What about do you care?

You are...

You are like an accident
Waiting to happen.

Now.

That is a choice turn of
phrase if ever I heard one.

You see. There is that
Constant undercurrent.

The feeling that at any point
things could get out of control.

Do you know, it was
hard to live with.

- It was scary to live with.
- But you survived.

- I a little bit scarred.
- We all a little bit scarred. Baby.

Jesus, listen to you. You spend all your
time trying to blacken your own character.

- Yeah, I know. Yeah. Just too many Lou Reed records.
- My God!

- That as real as it gets.
- That is as real as it gets.

Yeah. It is all surface.

- You scratch it and there is nothing underneath.
- It is all gone!

Stop it! You can leave
whenever you want.

- Is that what you want?
- I do not fucking care!

My God! What's happened to you.

You never used to be like this.

This was not the way you
described it in the beginning.

It was not... We were good.

We were.

I watched as you felt
your grip slips away.

In addition, I could
see the change.

You know, I tried to help.

I could not reach you.

I gave up trying.

Because you took it out on me.

In addition, you took
it out on Stephen.

I am going to go.

I am so sorry it ended like this.

Did not hear you coming in.

You all right?

What is wrong?

Have you been crying?

Get me a drink.

Why have you been crying?

Just let me take your coat.

I am cold.

Leave it. Please.

Hello, this is Tom Carver.
I am not here.

If you want to leave
a message. Please do.

This is Stanley
at Maxim Publishing.

We are getting a bit anxious
about the deadline.

Ideally we'd like to get this
all tied up by the weekend.

So that we can take the package
to Oliver on Monday.

So, if you could give me a call.

I am going to lie down.

- Hey, come on.
- Tom. Please.

- If something has happened, you can tell me.
- No!

- Is it something that has happened with Luca?
- No! No!

Is it something that he said?

It is not fucking Luca.
It is not fucking Luca!

It is you. It is you!
You have done this to me.

They raped me.

They raped me.

They raped me.

Your fucking adversaries.
They raped me!

Are you satisfied now?

Are you?

They followed me.

Kids.

I tried to fight.

They held my hands down.

They took turns.

Each of them.

I just wanted to survive.

One of them threw that at me.

They said it must be.

They said it is for my boyfriend.

Is that you?

Is it you?

Is it you?

I want you to call the police.

I want you to tell them
exactly what has been going on.

Will you do that for me?

I have given her something
to help her sleep.

I would not expect too
much too soon. Thank you.

Have you got
her initial statement?

- Yeah. Gilmore took it all down.
- Okay.

I would leave anything else until
tomorrow. She is still very fragile.

- Of course!
- Okay. Thanks.

Want to tell me more about this.

How is she?

How do you think?

Have the police spoke to her.

Yeah.

Took a statement.

Said they'll speak to her
in more detail tomorrow.

Did you speak to Penton?

- Yeah.
- And?

Just told him everything.

He said it's going to be hard if
Christina cannot identify any of them.

She can.

They were all wearing masks.

What about the fucker
who spat in your face?

Yeah.

I could probably find him.

They would pull him in
for questioning, but...

Where would that leave you?

I brushed off that kid,

In addition, here we are.

I have seen them dealing, openly.

I saw four of them outside a
house in Caldwell Street.

They had a sports bag. There were four
of them. Then there were two of them.

Then 20 minutes later
there were four of them again.

That house robbed that night.

Yeah.

You should show this evidence to the
officer investigating the break-in.

Look, do you think that any of these
could be involved in Christina's attack?

I have no idea.

The only motive we have...

Is the altercation at the flower stall
With the as-yet-unidentified youth.

- Well, if you find him...
- We will want to speak with him.

About his whereabouts
last night.

Definitely.

But if you're asking me whether
This evidence in itself...

Is likely to lead to
A charge and a conviction,

It is unlikely.

For fuck's sake!

You have a motive.

Of sorts.

And the evidence
At the crime scene.

It is a matter of
finding the right boy.

If we can place him
in the right place last night,

If there's enough evidence from
the Scene to match his profile.

However, we cannot haul every kid in off
the street. There is a kid everywhere.

You think one of these lads in there
Is the boy at the flower stall?

- Yes.
- You shown this to Mr. Carver.

Yeah.

He does not recognize any of them.

Then we are still looking.

We now have Mr. Carver's description
of the boy at the flower stall.

Get some sleep.

If I'm right, they'll
show themselves.

Leave it with us.

You little shit. Listen now.

- Stay the fuck away from here.
- Do you know what is going to happen to you?

- The same that happened to your fucking brother.
- And that girl?

- That is going to happen to you.
- Fuck off!

- What?
- Listen, you best fucking stay away from here.

- Let me go!
- Shut up!

What is going on?

- Let me go! Let me go!
- Are they your mates?

- What was going on there?
- Nothing. I have to go home. Leave me alone, will you.

- What is this?
- Nothing.

- Who were those kids?
- I do not know.

Look, I am going to ask you
a question. Okay.

A very important question.

- Leave me alone. They will kill me.
- Who will kill you?

- You know the woman who lived with me.
- The one who gave me the book?

No, the woman I lived with.
The woman who attacked.

I do not know anything about that.
I am trying to help you!

You are not helping me.
You are hurting me.

Let me fucking go!

Fuck.

Fuck. Come back!

Fuck. Come back!

Hello.

Hello, boys.

Shit.

Fucking hell.

You little fucking beauty.

You are fucked, son.

It is not going to stop.

Not now.

Not now, they have done this.

So what is next?

It is you or they.

Do you have to be so dramatic?

It is not about being dramatic.

It is about closure.

Ending it.

If that Is what you want,
I am there for you, Tom.

Yeah, I know.

Whatever it takes.

I know.

Well, if you want it,
It is there.

Yeah.

You described him to me.

Yeah.

I found him.

I am telling you, it is he.

If you do nOt believe me, Look.

You know, you should
hand those to Penton.

He can pull him in. See what
he has to say about it.

Yeah.

Then what?

What do you think
we are talking about.

They are minors.

They will locked up
in a facility.

With wide-screen, cable TV.

Xbox, state-of-the-art
Fucking gym.

Better education than they will
get out in the real world.

Comfort. That is all
they will fuck get.

Listen, Tom.

How many times are you going to let
these little fuckers piss on you.

Before you realize you are wet.

Yeah.

Fuck him.

Mr. Carver!

Mr. Carver, are you in there?

Mr. Carver! Mr. Carver!

Mr. Carver.

Hi. Grady!

Hi.

You fucking cunt!

Come on!

What the fuck. Leave it, man.

- Come on, man.
- Stop.

Shit.

Yes.

- I am sorry to bother you, Miss Mallon.
- Mr. Carver.

I am looking for Jimmy,
Miss Mallon. Jimmy Grady.

- Jimmy is not here.
- It is somewhat urgent.

- Did anyone phone up, or...
- Is everything okay?

You all right?

Once we've got him, I will
do the rest on my own.

If that is what you, want.

There he is,
all on his lonesome.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Get fucking up.

Where would you be
If you were not here.

You fucking little animal.

What is your name?

I cannot hear you.

Let us try another one. Yeah?

How old are you?

I said, how old are you?

- How old?
- Fifteen.

- I am sorry.
- Fifteen.

- What is your fucking name?
- Fuck you!

"Fuck you." Figures.

You know, I had a son.

He would have been 16 this year.

However, he killed last year.

Hit and run.

Just left there.

On a curb, bleeding.

You got any family.

A sister?

How do you think you would feel.

If your sister.

Attacked.

Dragged down an alleyway.

Raped.

Everything taken from her.

You would want to kill whomever
Was responsible. Not you.

It is okay.

You are a man. Are not you?

Any man would feel the same way.

Do not you think?

So...

Here we are.

Not scared. Are you?

You never did say
what your name was.

What you going to do. Bruv.

You not got a bottle, man.

People like you.

Never.

A front.
Very fucking impressive.

Fuck you.

- Are you nothing else to say?
- I did not do it.

- "I didn't do it"?
- You can believe me or not, but I am telling you.

Yeah, but you and me, we know each other,
Yeah? We have had our disagreements.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And the shit in the letter box.
In addition, the dead cat.

- All your work.
- I did not do it.

"It"? Your bird.

In addition, young Jimmy.

We just wanted to scare him.

So it was you.

It was a way in to you.

Why I?

Why I?

Why not?

You nearly killed him.

We were just fucking about.

Well, I am not fucking about.

No, no. I am not fucking around.

You look at me.

Do I look like I have
got anything to lose.

Okay, so I am going to ask you.
Right. For one last time.

One fucking time.

Fucking answer me, cunt!

Alternatively, I will kick
your fucking head in!

What is your fucking name?
What is your name?

My name is Carl.
My name is fucking Carl.

Carl.

You are not going to wimp out
on me now, are you? Eh?

You are such a hard man.
Are not you?

What is your fucking
problem anyway?

I am the one going to hell. You are
just Fucking standing there. Watching.

Fucking... Fucking die!

Do it!

Do not touch that.
Does not fucking touch that!

You see that. See that.

My son. Yeah.

Worth 10 of you.

See, I cannot go back now.

Not from here.

We have both gone too far.

What are you doing? What?

No. No.

I would be surprised if you had
not Seen this stuff before,

A man of the world
like yourself.

What are you going to do?

I am going to fill you up
until you are fit to burst.

You see, this stuff,

It is going to take you
on a dark, dark journey.

In addition, you will know
what it is to feel true fear.

I have to be honest
with you. Carl.

I do not think you are going to
be coming back from this.

You will wander off.

Someone will find you...
Eventually,

Out by the marshes.

It will do.

I can look up to the heavens and say.

We are equal now.

Ed. Ed.

Hi.

Hi. Are not they great?
I just love fireworks.

Yeah.

Josh, this is Ed,
An old friend from way back.

This is Josh and his
Lovely little son Charlie.

Hey, Charlie. How are you doing?

- Are you enjoying it?
- Yeah, it is great.

Dad, look at that one!

God, I can barely
hear myself think.

Why do not I get us
a bite to eat?

Yeah, yeah. Hot dog?

No, I am fine, thanks.

- How are you?
- I?

I am fine.

You look tired.

I am.

No Tom?

No.

How is he?

He is okay.

Look after him for me.

So, who is your friend?

You seem happy.

Yeah.

You know what. I am.

What is your secret?

I think you have got to
really, want it.

Listen, I should be heading off.

Okay.

- Nice to see you. Yeah.
- Nice to see you.

You take care. Bye.

- Get out of my fucking way!
- Easy!

He did not die alone.

How?

We were there.

You are losing me, Carl.

Stevie.

Steven.

His name was Steven.

Not to us.

What do you think you are doing? Do you not think
You are in enough fucking trouble already.

When you told me, your son died.

I knew it was Stevie.

Then I saw the photo.

You were a mate of my son.
Why did I never meet you?

Met many of his mates, did you?

Listen, I am not the one on fucking
Trial here. Yeah? You are.

It was not a hit-and-run.

We nicked the car.

Who nicked what car?

Us.

I. Stevie. Azza and Michael.

You'd fucking say fucking anything
to get out of here, would not you.

No. Azza was the one
who got the car started.

We drove it up to the petrol
station, by the wasteland,

Where Stevie wanted
to play dodgems.

Where one of us.

Would stand in front of the car
with it speeding towards us,

Dive out the way
at the last possible moment.

He always was a nuttier.

Michael was driving.

He heard police sirens.
In addition, panicked.

He slammed on the brakes, However,
it was moving too quickly.

Stevie went straight over.

We panicked.

We drove until we must
Have been miles away.

Then we torched the car.

We did not feel good
About leaving Stevie, but...

He would have understood.

He was one of us.

- One of us?
- Under-Fives.

- Do not give me that fucking crap.
- It is true.

- You are lying.
- What would you know?

- I was his fucking father.
- Exactly!

Now, I know my son.

In addition, you would say
alternatively, do anything...

To save your stinking skin!

You did not know my son.

You did not know my son.

You did not know my son.

He had a burn mark
on the right side of his chest.

Yes.

How do you think
he got that burn mark.

Accident. Science.

- Initiation.
- Do not you fucking give me that!

It is true. Have a look at
the right side of my chest.

He was my mate. I knew him.

Get it.

What are you telling me?

Help me, Mr. Carver.

You would help Stevie.

Now you know.
There is no difference.

You can only see
the good in Stevie.

However, what do you know?

You only see the bad in me.

What would you know?

You were never there.

He told us.

He had us.

In addition, the other stuff.

- Stuff?
- Yeah.

- He was involved.
- Involved.

Yeah.

The attack on the woman.

By the canal... The tourist.

Yeah. The one
that was in the papers.

Not last year.

About 18 months ago.

- He was there.
- There?

Yeah. There.

- He was there.
- He was involved.

Involved.

Involved.

He was involved.

Can you help me, Mr. Carver?

It is boiling.
I am... I am... I am so hot.

Please help... Help me.

I do not want to die.

I am scared.

What is happening to me?

You can...

Can you get somebody?

Can you get my mum?

Please...

Please get my mum.

Shit!

Fuck!

Fucking...

Fucking... Yes. Ambulance.

Yeah, overdose.

You have to come quick. You got to
Come quick! 50 Middleton Street.

Middleton Street.
50 Middleton Street, M1.

- Okay. Keep him moving.
- I will.

Keep your fucking eyes open.
Look at me. Look at me.

Just look at me.

Is it over yet? Can I leave now?

Look at me. Hey, look at me.
What is your name?

Do not do that.

Do not do that. Look at me.

Do not close your fucking eyes!
Look at me!

Tom!

Tom! Tom. It is I. It is Ed!

Let me in. Tom!

Tom! Tom. It is I!
Let me in! Tom.

For fuck's sake!

Tom! Tom!

Jesus Christ! Tom?

Fucking hell. Tom!

Tom. It is Ed! Tom?