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All right. All right!

Gemma.

Look, Gemma, now's not a good time.
Oh, it's not, is it not?

You get in there. I've got something
to say to you.

What, like, anything you haven't
already said?

Mm. Maybe last week or the week
before,

how I totally betrayed your trust

and made us both live a lie.

Look, maybe just let me save you
some time.

Shut up and let me in. No, no.

If you want to give me a full
dressing down,

why not do it out here?

Full-on contempt.

Go on, go for it. Yeah?

No, no, no.

Gem. Just... You listen to me,
Terry Bremer.

What is she doing here? Hi, Gemma.

How are you doing? Haven't seen you
since your wedding day

when you tried to marry my husband,
remember?

As he's aware, if he'd have been
straight with me and told me he was

married, I wouldn't have
given him a second look.

Oh, come on. Just look at him.

You'd still have been tempted.

Gemma, can we discuss this outside,
please?

No. No, we can't.

I'm a big girl who can take me lot.
We're having this out right here,

right now. Gemma, please.
Please, Gemma, stay.

I'd love to see this.

Gemma. Get your hands off me.

Don't, Terry.
Gemma, please trust me.

Trust you? Are you having a laugh?

Honestly, I've got a plan.

Yeah? It's gonna fix
this entire thing.

Plan? What plan?

What have you done, Terry?

Oh.

And that you did intentionally

and with malice of forethought

set gas canisters to explode,

engulfing the caravan in flames and
killing the victim.

I didn't.

It wasn't me.

I'm not a murderer.

I catch murderers.

We catch murderers.

At least, I stand next to her
when she does.

Miss Draper, who told us
that you informed her

of a plan

to get rid of the victim.

This is a cruel,
premeditated crime indeed.

Guilty.

We've got a special little cell
just for you, my friend.

Come on, let's see what you've won.

Hiya.

Look at us two, hey?

The governor said this was only
designed for one person.

I said, "Don't worry,

"if it doesn't work out,
I'll make sure there is only one

"person here."

Alive, anyway.

You don't scare me.

So this is, ah,

my punishment for lying to Gemma.

I... I didn't kill anyone.

But I did kill our love.

So I,

I accept what's going on.

Gemma, just accept what's going on.

I'm absolutely heartbroken, Monica.

Have you ever had a friend that
you've solved murders with,

fallen in love with, and then just
as you're about to marry him,

they reveal they've been married
to someone else the whole time?

I had something very similar
with one of the presenters

of The One Show.

But I got over it, Gemma.

It's been months.
I can't seem to move on, Mon.

You need closure.
I can't believe I'm saying this.

You need to go and see him one
last time, have it all out.

And that'll give me closure?
God, no.

Then you go to a wine bar,
get talking to the fittest barman

and take him home for a night
of deviant passion,

then break up with him, breaking his
heart

and taking all your problems
out on him.

Is that fair?

It's what love is, Gemma.

Now open your post.

Oh, what's this?

It's Terry.

And her.

Cafe Gardetto, 1997?

What? There you go,
a picture of a dead person.

You love dead people. I...

I like finding out who killed them.

And in this case, we know who
killed one, but,

is he dead? And why is he circled?

Did Terry kill him as well?

There's only one way to find out.

You're right.

I'm gonna see Terry.

Well done, you. I'll go and book us
a wine bar for after.

We can go on the hunt. Oh, yeah.

Might want to tidy yourself
up first.

Have a wash. You're a bit...

..skanky.

She's right.

Why did they have to die, Terry?

Can you just touch the glass,
please, Gemma?

Just so I can feel some connection.

Caw-caw. Why are you wearing
a bird mask?

It gets to be human again
when it's done its chores.

Namely, cleaning the cell

and singing me to sleep.

You're both idiots.

Bit harsh. Look, Terry,

I need you to tell me what you've
been up to.

That was a former life,

Gem, one I've left behind.

Ahem.

Caw-caw.

Oh, I know all about your other
life.

I've googled the bloody
Cafe Gardetto.

Look, loads of stuff came up.

Apparently, it was notorious
in the '90s as the hang-out

for the most cut-throat smuggling
gang in all of London.

That was me.

Gemma, I only ever did tiny crimes.

Not massive ones,
just teeny tiny crimes.

Then I got out because the gang
got too heavy for me.

Caw-caw.

See this fella here?

That's Larry.

Caw-caw.

He was killed.

Eight months ago, in London.

I went back through our diaries.

You were in London on that day.

Yeah, but only because I went
to Harrods,

getting those biscuits that your mum
likes so much.

Which I still maintain are just
digestives rebranded.

Caw-caw.

It all makes sense now.

When I met you, you were living
in the bottom of the coach.

On the run from a murder, no doubt.

I was low on ambition.

Caw-caw. And murders.

You've done that many yourself,
it's no wonder you're so bloody good

at solving them. I'm not.

I'm rubbish at it. We both are.

I put this forward when we were
generating the business plan.

Caw-caw.

There's more to this than I know,

and I'm gonna find out everything.

Does this mean you're investigating?

Are you going to prove me innocent?

The candle of love was flickering,

but it still burns on in your heart,
Gemma.

Caw...

..caw.

I'm not proving your innocence,
Terry.

I'm finding out who else you killed.

Oh, it's no more sitting on the sofa
for me. Oh, no, I've got a new case.

And I'm back to being
an investigator.

You gonna come back here and talk
to me about my other victims?

Although, I hasten to add,
there are none.

Are you gonna come back and talk
to me, Gemma?

Caw-caw?

Watch her go, Terry.

Every single step.

Maybe I can cheer you up and tell
you about the time

I met a census taker.

I ate his liver with some fava beans
and a nice can of Lilt.

Caw?

Chianti gives me wind.

Caw-caw.

Bonjour. Pack your stuff.

Oh, right, yes, of course. Hang on.

Are you kicking me out? You can't
kick me out of my own house.

No, we're going on a case,
so chuck some clothes in a bag.

Ooh, where are we going?
Somewhere glamorous?

London. Oh, can we go to Soho?

There's some nightclubs I'd like
to see if I'm still barred from.

We're gonna find out the truth about
Terry Bremer.

Or whatever his name is. Fine.

As long as we're staying somewhere
four-star, proper four-star,

not TripAdvisor four-star.

Their four-star just means
it's not presently on fire.

Oh, she's gone. Exciting.

There, there.

You might want to get today's crying
out the way now, Terry.

Save you keeping me
up all night, eh?

Mm. Are you crying for your victim?

Or for the life that you once had
that's now completely over

and the fact you're gonna
have to spend

the rest of it in here with me?

I don't have a victim.

I'm innocent. Course you are.

Don't worry.

You've got another friendly face
coming in soon.

Remember Gary?

From London? Psycho Gary?

Oh, now there's a nickname.

He's being transferred here.

He was in medium security,
but someone told him you were here.

So he folded up the guard
like origami

and now he's being transferred.

And apparently, he's gone
extra psycho since he found out

you killed Kerry.

He did always have
a massive crush on her.

Well, it looks like he's gonna have
a crush on you, by the sounds of it.

Oh. Still, you've got a couple of
days to practise your begging before

he gets here. I'll be fine.

I'm sure I can talk to him and we'll
straighten this whole thing out.

Get me to him!

I'm gonna snap him in two!

Do you recognise any of these faces?

Oh, yeah, that's Tony.

He told me he was called Terry.

He told me he could drink 20 pints
and still get to the toilet.

He was wrong every night.

And that's Kerry.

And that's Karrie.

And that's Barry and that's Gary

and that's Larry and she is Harry.

Short for Harriet.

They had a big thing about rhyming
their names, so...

Except for Tony, he didn't want to
join in.

Do you know him? Yeah.

Cos he still owes me a lot of money
for about 100 drinks.

Tell him to come in and pay me.

He got life in prison for murder.

Well, when he gets out, tell him to
come in and pay me.

Are any of them still around here?

Oh, yeah.

Karrie, you'll find her over there.

Amazing.

Amazing, thank you. Thank you for
your help.

I'm sorry, Gemma, but if we're
investigating anything,

I think the real crime's whatever's
happened in that toilet.

Do you even have a cleaner?

Karrie's over there. Come on, let's
go and meet her.

Well, if she can make us even
a passable martini,

she's my new best friend.

Look at this place.

I need somewhere that's a bit more
Kim Kardashian than Kerry Katona.

What is the point of this?

Who's going to wear it once you've
made it?

Me. I am.

Jazz things up around here.

Good luck getting the material.

Oh, I've already got it.

I'm gonna use human skin.

Yours, in fact.

You what?

Good job you're a big lad.

I might even get a scarf out of you
as well.

Well, a little one.

She was right then.

I don't think Karrie's going to be
as much help as we thought.

She probably thinks she's being
funny.

Cheeky madam.

Probably why this place is half
empty.

Well, that and the smell of egg.

There's more to this story than just
this.

There's not, Gemma.

This was your lead, we've come here
and nothing.

Honestly, I thought this was going
to be a sisters together,

glamorous hunt for the truth, and
all I've got is you dragging me

around London in your orthopaedic
sandals.

I need these for my fallen arches,
Monica.

As well you know.

Oh.

This is Harry. From the photo.

Someone's helping us.

Right. Now you just stay in the
background, Gemma.

For a change. These are my people.

Mm, the affluent yachting community.

Rude, rich and thoroughly arrogant.

God, it's good to be back in my
world.

That feeling, Gemma, of being out
on the open water,

your fella at the helm, and knowing
his wife is safely back in England,

you can't beat it.

It's the Clammy Mermaid.

Hello? Gemma, that's not how we
address people

in the yachting world.

Ahoy. Permission to come aboard?

Pardon? Hi, hi.

Ah, yes, we're hoping to ask you
a few questions.

I'm Gemma. This is my sister and
salty seadog Monica.

Ignore Gemma. She's had a plain
life.

Questions? About what?

A bloke called Tony.

Well, I knew him as Terry.

And some people called Barry and
Karrie and Larry.

I think there's a Gary in there
somewhere... Get away from here.

Get away from my boat. I'll have
marina security kick you out.

Really, Harry?

And when they get here, shall
I point out the sheen

on the water all around your boat?

That's oil leakage, dear, polluting
our beautiful waterways.

They won't like that.
Your shaft seal's probably gone,

but you know that already.

When they get here, shall I also
point out you've swapped over

your shore power with your
neighbour's yacht?

You're using their electricity,
aren't you?

You could install solar, I mean,
better for the environment.

You could run this whole rig off
three panels,

but I doubt you've
got the money to spend, have you?

How dare you? I mean, you could get
hissy and just sail away,

but your exhaust's blacker than
a rainy night in Hull,

so you've probably got a fuel
injector away, maybe more than one,

so for all your fliers offering
boat trips,

we both know
that you'll not get very far.

This boat's not seaworthy.

Which means we also both know that
this boat tours nonsense

is a front for something. My guess
is tax avoidance with a cheeky

little sprinkling
of money laundering.

Perhaps you'd both like to join me
for a little tipple. Oh.

And don't worry, we're not with
the authorities.

Gemma here's a private investigator.

And I've got an actual life.

That was surprisingly incredible.

Gemma, I have my uses.

There's more to me than just
a pretty face and incredible body

and a dazzling personality.

And I'm very grateful for that.

Well, there's no getting around it,
that is me.

Gosh, a long time ago.

What a fun lot we were.

Why are Kerry and Larry circled?

They're dead.

Gemma's ex-fiance murdered one of
them. He's in prison for it.

She's got poor taste in men.

What Monica means by that is, um,

well, yeah, she's right actually.

We were hoping we could ask...
Kerry's dead?

Oh, my God.

Who killed her?

Him. Tony?

Well, he was Terry when I knew him.

Tony's the... Tony's the murderer?

Tony the terrified.

Why's that so funny?

Well...

I suppose if Kerry's dead, there's
no harm in telling you.

What you're looking at

is a photograph

of the Thames 12.

There's only seven of you.
Yeah, I think a few had been

arrested or killed by the time
this photo was taken.

So how was Tony-slash-Terry
involved in this?

He just turned up. He'd been
driving a coach load of tourists

and he popped into Gardetto's for
a beer and he and Kerry hit it off.

Before you knew it, inseparable,
weren't they?

Of course, Kerry always had
an angle.

She got him to smuggle things across
the border in his coach.

Oh, yeah, coach load of pensioners
waved through any checkpoint

in Europe.

And they got married?
Oh, yes, they did, didn't they?

What a day that was.

Oh, we were laughing.

So, you see, Kerry had shot
somebody. She shot someone?

Yes, it was most unlike her.

Normally, she left that to me
and Barry.

We were the enforcers.

But the police knew that Tony
had been there when she did it.

Now, a husband cannot testify
against his wife,

so they got hitched.

Very convenient.

That's Barry in the photo there.

He still lives around here. Oh?

I see him sometimes up
at the orphan centre.

Oh, it takes me back to those days.

Taking a blowtorch
to somebody's toes

because they hadn't paid us.

And then the smell would make us
crave pork cracklings,

so we'd scream it back
to Gardetto's for bar snacks

and alibis. Oh, happy days.

So how did I meet Terry-Tony up
north then?

Well, he ran off. The local police
were getting wise to us

and he got scared.

Pulled the coach up at the border
and made a run for it.

We lost a shipment and he knew
what the penalty was for that.

What was that?

Me. Well, death by me.

Oh, I was quite synonymous with
death at the time.

So you didn't catch him?

No, I caught him.

I just couldn't do it.

He's the only one

that got away.

But I'll tell you this,

and you must remember...

Harry, get down!

I think I'll just sit here if that's
all right.

Hold still, Harry. You're bleeding.
Best of luck, everyone.

Don't use the tablecloth,
it's from John Lewis.

Use your terrible shirt. Stay still.

I'll keep pressure on it.
We're gonna make it.

It'll take more than this to lay me
down, my dear, I promise you that.

Now get yourself ready.

We're gonna have to make a run
for it.

I've got some guns in the car.
We'll hunt down whoever's doing this

and shoot them in the mouth.

Or maybe go to hospital
and notify the police.

Not my way, ginger. Let's go.

Oh, Gemma!

Oh.

Gemma?

Oh. Come on, we've got
to keep moving.

He didn't want to do it. He didn't
want to do any of it, your Tony.

Terry. Don't split hairs.

Tony the terrified we called him,

because he was scared
of the smuggling.

He did whatever she said.
Never stood up for himself.

Followed her from crazy scheme
to crazy scheme.

Was he like that when he was
with you? No.

Well, yeah, but it's very
complicated.

He begged her not to rush him
into getting married.

He wanted to wait. He wanted
to wait until he was sure.

So he didn't want to? No.

Kerry frogmarched him up
the aisle, the poor sod.

I did get him up the aisle,
but it was voluntary, so...

Take care of yourself.

If I've learnt nothing else
in this life,

it's that any grown woman with
Velcro fastenings on her shoes

needs to look out for herself.

They're orthopaedic.
I've got fallen arches.

Go!

Come on, then. Take me if you...

Monica, I'm safe.

If that even barely interests you.

Stop!

Stop! You're making a huge mistake.

She's more annoying
than you can ever imagine.

Oi, hey, what's going on?

Hey? All right. I'm good. I'm good.

Quick, over here. Get in the cab.

Argh.

Follow that van. What?

Towards the guys with guns?
Yeah, that's a good idea.

Argh! Are you OK?

Are you hit?

My whole life just flashed

before my eyes.

Monica was in loads of it.

Being annoying. Yeah, well, someone
sure doesn't like you.

We didn't do anything.

We're just asking questions.
Asking questions around here

is a dangerous thing.

There's a lot of bad people, mate.

You're not.

You saved my bloody life back there,
you did.

Yeah, I can't help it.

I see two beautiful women in danger
and I do what I can to help.

Even if I only manage to save one
of them.

You said beautiful, though.

Who would you say
was the most beautiful?

Mum always said that Monica
was beautiful on the outside

and I was more beautiful
on the inside,

but objectively,
how would you rate us?

Right.

Hi, Gemma. Please don't hang up.

I won't.

Terry, why are you dancing?

To cheer me up, Gemma.

Someone did a stinker in
the communal latrine last night.

So now they've got a day of dancing
to make amends for it.

I do not understand men sometimes.

Look, I met with Harry.

She was one of me favourites
of the lot.

Apart from all them people
she killed.

How is she? Dead.

Someone shot her. Oh, God, no.

She explained everything to me.

How you didn't ever want to be
a part of it,

how you were as spineless back
then as you are now.

Great. I mean, I think.

Terry, I know that you didn't
kill Kerry.

The second we started asking
questions here,

they're trying to bump us off.

Monica's been kidnapped.

They kidnapped Monica?

Poor sods. Yeah.

I think the real killer

is here in London.

So are you gonna catch them
and then we can

go back to how things were?

I'll catch the killer,
get Monica back,

but you still lied to me, Terry.

I did.

Oh, that's horrible,
isn't it, Gemma?

Once trust is gone, there's nothing
really left, is there?

I think that's a crime probably
worse than murder.

Dance.

Look, I've got to go. We're going to
the orphan centre to talk to Barry.

No, don't...

Wait, did, sorry... Did you just say
you want to go to the orphan centre?

Yeah, I think the person

we're looking for must be helping
children there. Children?

At the orphan centre? Mm.

Yeah, that's not likely.

We're all orphans here.

Orphans from a world
that doesn't want us, right?

Tossed into the mire,
erased from existence.

Lovely.

Don't listen to anyone who says
that drugs have addled my mind.

Here's a secret. My mind was addled

long before I even touched them,
right?

I win. I was hoping to ask you
a few questions

if that's all right. Yeah, I was
hoping to answer them, yes.

But will the answers match
the questions, right?

Is truth real?

Do eight out of ten cats really
prefer Whiskas?

OK. Um...

Can I show you this?

Oh, look, it's me.

It is, yeah. Or is it?

Or is it fake?

The nightmare made real.

The sorcerer's spell thrown up
across the paper.

Well, maybe accept it's real and
focus on looking at it.

Tony, oh, there's Tony.

I used to like Tony,
and there's Harry

and Kerry and Karrie, all the gang.

And have you seen any
of them lately?

Yes. Yes?

And no. Oh.

Kerry was here yesterday.

You didn't bring any KitKats, did
you? I don't like them,

but I like to know they're there,
you know?

Kerry's dead, I'm afraid.

She died a couple of months ago.

Must have been a hallucination.

We got pulled over in a car
with lots of acid in it

about ten years ago, so I ate it.

Don't think it's fully left
my system.

Are you real?

I think so.

That's nice. Although,
today I'm wishing I wasn't.

Just remember, I know I wasn't
a good father, right?

But in fairness, you haven't been
a great daughter, have you?

Bring it back, Barry.
Look at the photo.

What is it? What are we looking at?
It's you.

We were just talking about it.
Very likely.

I come and go.

I've gone again. Please?

Can we keep it together

for, like, two minutes?

I really need your help.
My sister's been kidnapped.

God knows what she's going
through right now.

She's probably absolutely terrified.

And another thing,
whoever grabbed me

and put me in that van
has got very rough hands.

Would it kill you to moisturise just
once before abducting someone?

Would it? I'm gonna say the same to
you as I said to Torvill and Dean

when I caught one of them weeing
behind the bins at Claridge's.

This is beneath all of us.
On the plus side,

is this a bag for life?

Well done you for not using
plastics.

Shut up.

We need to do something,

but it's all going wrong.

I mean, if Terry was here,
it'd be going a lot worse,

but at least I'd have someone
to talk to about it, you know?

I'm here. You can talk to me
if that helps.

Oh.

What am I doing?

I'm getting lost in the moment.
I'm Gemma bloody Draper.

I don't sit in pubs crying
about me kidnapped sister

and getting seduced
by young taxi drivers.

Oh, seduced? I don't think so.

I was just holding your hand
supportively, that's all.

Oh, yeah, OK.

Supportively.

Nice try, Terence, but I'm back
in the game.

Which way did that van go?
Look, I've been asking around

and I think I can help.

The van, those blokes,
it might be a bit of a problem.

They're from this local gang.
They're called the... The Thames 12.

I was in that gang.

Or maybe I was in another gang
against that gang.

Or maybe I made up the second gang.
Or maybe I was in the real one

and the made up one.

The more I hear about this,
the more it

pulls me in.

Take me there, Terence.

Try not to seduce me
on the way there.

I'm coming.

When it comes to seduction,
I must warn you now,

my attention can drift during sex,
so best keep a good

book by the bed until I'm back
with you.

But first things first,
we need to charge ourselves up.

Ready, mother.

This is where they keep all their
stuff,

so your sister might be with them.

A half caramel macchiato,
half hazelnut latte,

no foam, with honey in a large cup.

Two lids, not stirred.

Got that?

Yeah, she's there, all right.

I've been here before.

Although that might've been a past
life, so also I might've died here.

If indeed I am alive at all.

What you doing?

They're not just gonna let us
walk in.

How bloody dare you?

If you're going to drag me anywhere,

put the handsome one where I can
smell him. Now!

Monica?

They've got her, but what can we do?

It's time to raise the stakes a bit.

Come on.

Get up.

You're playing fizzy hopscotch.

No, it hurts. Course it hurts.

That's the entertainment.

I hate this.

I hate here. I hate you.

I thought we were mates.

Buds.

Lads together.

Mates?

Buds?

I'd rather be anywhere than here.

Really?

Right.

You could just walk out then.

You're kidding? There's got to be
at least, what, 20 doors

between us and freedom.

I've got keys.

Ugh.

Keys?

Yeah.

Look.

Gah.

I mean, they're made out of human
teeth and bone

but I'm a serial killer, I've got
a brand to maintain.

Here, if you're not happy,
take them.

See you later.

Bloody hell.

Thanks, Willy.

You know what? Maybe you're not as
bad as everyone makes out.

Apart from the killing spree.

You get going, mate.

Give Gemma a hug from me
when you see her.

Oh, I won't.

But thanks.

Forgot to say, got the keys,

haven't got the alarm code.

Oops. On the bright side,

we have both just tried an escape.

It's back to court we go.

They do great biscuits.
It'll be a fun day out.

And if you try and gag me again,

I'll just eat through that one
as well.

Shut up, shut up.

Shut up.

Why do you talk so much?

Because I can. Because I want to.

Because I'm fascinating.

You're gonna die here.
Oh, no, I won't.

Because my sister will come
and find me.

She's amazing.

Unstoppable.

And I probably don't tell her that
enough.

But she will not rest until she
finds me.

She will haunt your every waking
second. When you dream,

she'll be there too, probably
wearing a brown jumper

that does nothing for her figure,
but she will be there.

All right, I'll be quiet.

Your sister is not coming
to save you.

Nobody is coming to save you.

You shouldn't have been asking
questions.

Poking your nose into things that
don't concern you.

Now the boss is deciding
what we do with you.

But it ain't gonna be pretty.

Monica? Monica? I'm under here.

God, look at the state of you.

Get some dry shampoo before someone
sees you.

I was so worried. Well,
what took you so long? Honestly.

Save the gratitude for later.

Let's go. It's him.

Gemma, he's part of it.
He's with them.

Who, Terence? Oh, I doubt it.
He is completely obsessed with me.

I'm not. Yeah, come on, Gemma. Be
realistic.

But look. That photo over there.

Gemma, look, I can explain.

Everyone hold your horses.

Barry, how long have you had
that gun?

Well, time is a fluid construct,
Gemma.

We all have to ride on the back
of the snail of history.

But to answer your question,
since the bar.

Barry, just put the gun down, yeah?

Everyone put their guns down
or he gets it!

Whatever it may be.

What should we do?

Don't shoot.

You're rubbish shots anyway.
You'll just end up hitting me.

Oh, my God.

So it's true, you are part
of all this?

And for that reason, he must pay
the ultimate price.

As I consign you to join the
heavenly energy swirl

we all must join.

Yet your time is now and at my hand.

That'll be an end now.

Oh, for the love of God.

Everybody just stop what you're
doing.

Kerry's alive.

You're all a bunch of idiots.
Every last bloody one of you.

Ah!

You lot should've killed her

when you killed Harry.

And you, Barry, should've listened
to me yesterday

when I told you to leave all this
alone. I may have forgotten

what you said cos I'm scared of
your hair.

Are you the Medusa
that haunts my dreams?

And, indeed, am I...
Just shut up, Barry.

Righto. You, Gemma,

should've stayed up north,
nursed your broken heart

and got on with your life.

Oh, I don't give up that easily.

See, I stand for truth, I stand for
justice...

I'm sorry, I interrupted you.

Carry on.

And you, Terence.

What is all this about?

Helping them?

I had to...

..Mum. Mum? Ooh.

She's his mum.

This is tense. I love it.

Your time has come.

Me and the gang,
we had a meeting the other day.

It's time for some new management.
What do you mean?

You don't spare a thought for anyone
that works for us.

Look at poor Kristoff over there.

You called him inept the other day.

That was very triggering for him.

I had to do some de-escalation

just to stop him from defecting
to another gang.

And he's not alone. Most of these
boys have got very valid workplace

complaints that you were just simply
not addressing.

Like what?

Pensions.

Health care.

The basics.

We need to move this gang forward.

We need an HR department. Maybe even
take the boys on a company picnic.

Aw. A company picnic?

Are you soft in the head?

We are murderers, thieves
and smugglers.

Murderers, thieves and smugglers
who are going straight to jail.

Oh, really?

Well, aren't you looking
pretty stupid?

Cos you're about to die.

Well, I probably am.

But can I just ask you,

why did you fake your death at all?

Well, it turned out that Interpol

and various other authorities
were after me

so it was time to disappear.

And I thought, "Why not get back at
your precious Terry for leaving me

"while I did it?"

Oh.

So you're perverting the course of
justice and attempting murder,

but you haven't quite
attempted the murder yet, have you?

What's going on here?
Why aren't you scared?

Cos I've got you, Kerry.

This is what I do -
catching criminals.

Oh, really?

Well, you are in my warehouse
with my

admittedly reluctant workforce.

Sorry, boys. But they're armed
to the back teeth

and I've got a gun pointed at you
right now.

That's all... That's all true.

But I've brought my own crew.

Hiya. Hiya. Hi.

And I was a tour guide long
enough to know

that every chance they get,
they'll whip out their phones

and they will be filming
everything they see.

You getting all this, girls?
Every word.

I'm streaming on Facebook Live.
I'm on with Sky News now.

We've gone global.

You might want to put the gun down,
Kerry, love.

You're looking pretty stupid.

No!

No, this is not how this ends.

Sorry, Mum. But, you know,
business is business.

Police, police!

Hands in the air!

Stay still!

Put your guns down.

Gemma, I'm sorry for the lies.
Oh, OK.

Your heart's in the right place.

Shame you've got to go to prison.
Sadly not.

You see, I've not actually
committed any provable crimes,

other than to highlight workplace
inadequacies and attempt

to improve employment conditions

in an increasingly competitive
marketplace.

Oh, um...

That was a moment

we had in the bar, though,
wasn't it?

If you want it to be, Gemma.

Yeah.

We won't see each other again,
Gemma.

Say hello to me dad for me, yeah?

Who's your dad?

Look at you, Gemma.

Trying to have it off with your
fiance's son.

Naughty, naughty.

Wait, what?

Oh.

Ooh.

Oh, God. Well.

And so, in conclusion,
you are cleared

of the charge of murder

due to your victim still
being alive.

And as for the charge
of your attempted escape...

..you are sentenced to time served
and may, therefore,

leave this court a free man.

And as for you, William Watkins.

Oh, just stick it on me tab, you wig
wearing little knacker.

Go on. You can kiss your Gemma.

I don't think she wants to.
We've still got a lot...

I want to.

I am so sorry

I didn't tell you all that stuff
about my other life.

I just wanted you to think I was
a good man.

You are a good man.

In that case, I want to marry you
as soon as possible.

No big wedding.

Just you and me. Yeah.

Together.

Well, she can probably do that,
can't you, wiggy?

Well, I can, but it's most
irregular.

And do you, Tony Bremsworth,

aka Terry Eustice Bremer,

take Gemma to be your lawfully
wedded wife?

I do, Your Honour.

I ain't never letting go.

And do you, Gemma Sharon Draper,

take this man to be your lawfully
wedded husband?

I do.

It's taken bloody ages,
but I bloody well do.

Then I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

# Suddenly, you're seeing me... #

Hi, I'm Gemma.

You must be Terry, the new driver.

# Suddenly, you're hearing me

# So I'm talking just as fast
as I can to you

# Suddenly... #

Well, what do you think?

Gemma.

# Every part of you... #

We're doing this.

Your terry towelling princess.

# Now I know that you are mine... #

Go on, show them who's boss.

I'm gonna spend my whole life
making sure

a little bit of wee comes out
every day.

Oh, Terry.

# You see the real me

# And I know that you're the key

# Suddenly... #

Are you ready for your wedding
present now, Gemma?

From you? Yeah.

Go on, then.

I set this whole thing up.

Many years ago, I worked in London

with the gang.

I joined just after Terry left.

Oh, and Kerry, she was livid
that you'd done a runner.

Wasn't she, Terry?

When I met him,
I knew who Terry really was.

Hiya.

But I didn't say anything.

After you caught me, I called Kerry

and told her where Terry was,

and I convinced her

to fake her own death.

I just wanted Terry in prison
with me.

I thought it'd be a laugh
to see him squirming.

Dance.

Caw-caw.

But the thing about Kerry

is she's a bit of an arse.
What I mean is,

she used to bite her fingernails and
leave the clippings outside my cell

on the floor.

And I don't like rudeness.

And so

it was me that sent that photograph
of all those people

in the bar.

Because I decided I quite like you,
Gemma.

I like how your mind works.

You never give up

and you see things through
to the end.

I knew it would set you off
on your journey to find out

what was really going on.

So this, Gemma, was my wedding gift
to you.

I hope you like it.

To think all this chaos caused
by just one phone call.

Who knows? I might do something else
like this again soon.

After all,

I've got plenty of time...

..thanks to you.

But have a great day

and a great life.

For now.

Sorry, I'd like to go now
I've done my big speech.

We'll be ready for him next time,
though, won't we?

No.

But at least we'll be
unprepared together.

It's how we tend to do things.

Come here, you.

# Suddenly, you're seeing me

# Just the way I am

# Suddenly, you're hearing me

# So I'm talking just as fast
as I can to you

# Suddenly, every part of me

# Needs to know every part of you. #