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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 you'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 in
here."

Alive, anyway.

You don't scare me.

So this is, ah,

my punishment for lying to Gemma.

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?

He gets to be human again when he's
done his 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 hangout

for the most cutthroat smuggling
gang in all of London.

That was me.

Gemma, I only ever did tiny crimes.

Not massive ones, just teeny tiny
crime.

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.

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?

HE STUTTERS
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.

PHONE VIBRATES

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,
'ey?

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 got a couple of days
to practice 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 a hundred 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.

TERRY WHIMPERS

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.

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, no getting around it, that is
me.

Gosh, a long time ago.

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 haven'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,

but you must remember...

GUN FIRES
GEMMA SCREAMS

Harry, get down!

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

GUN FIRES
SHE SCREAMS

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

GUN FIRES
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.

GUN FIRES

Oh, Gemma.

Oh.

Gemma?

Oh. Come on, we've got to get
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.

GUN FIRES
Go.

Come on then. Take me if you...
GUN FIRES

SHE SHRIEKS
GUN FIRES

GUN FIRES

Monica, I'm safe.

If that even barely interests you.

TYRES SCREECH

Stop!
MONICA SCREAMS

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. Good.

TYRES SCREECH

GUN FIRES
Quick, over here. Get in the cab.

Argh.

Follow that van. What?

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

What? 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?

PHONE VIBRATES

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.

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?

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.

A 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 Kit-Kats, 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?

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.

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.

HE GASPS

ALARMS RING

Forgot to say, got the keys,

haven't got the alarm code.

Oops. On the bright side,

we have both just tried an escape.

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.

SHE WHIMPERS

TYRES SCREECH

SHE SHRIEKS

MONICA SCREAMS

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 me,

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.

All right. 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...

GUN FIRES
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.

Healthcare.

The basics.

We need to move this gang forward.

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

Oh. 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.

SIRENS APPROACH
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.

SHE GULPS

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.

SHE SCREAMS

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. ♪

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