All language subtitles for Prisoners.Wives.S02E02_English

(explosion booms)

- [Paul] Nothing else is
gonna happen, I promise ya.

- What will stop them
coming after us again?

- I'm gonna sort it.

(screams)

- He ordered this, this
is what Paul wanted.

- It is lovely to see you smile again.

- I'm happy, got mates.

- [Ian] What attracted you to Islam?

- Brotherhood.

- Funny, isn't it?

Both of us on our spiritual
paths so to speak.

- I'm chaplain in your son's prison.

There's so many reasons
why this is problematic.

- Mick Haines?
- Yep.

- What?

- [Charlie] Dad, daddy!

- What have they said he's done?

- [Hagan] Michael Haines, you
are charged with the assault

of a child under the age of 13,

contrary to section five
of the Sexual Offenses Act.

- Please make Jaiden stop.

I'm sure it was just a little lie

that got out of --
(spits)

(grunting)

- I'm getting married in six weeks,

and you promised that when
I walk down the aisle,

I'll be holding on to your arm.

- And you will.

Only if you stay out of trouble.

Tell him to stay away from me dad.

- This is Detective Chief Inspector.

- Fontaine, she sent your dad down.

- [Paul] We've taken out the boss,

and now there's no opposition.

- You're gonna have to
step up, take charge.

- So, you're the wife.

(dramatic music)

- Money that comes in
from Paul's activities

will be presented as legitimate
earnings from this business.

False records, false invoices.

He claimed to have cleaned 100 cars

when you've only washed 50.

Are you following me, dear?

- Yeah.

- And try to live modestly.

Do not give the authorities any reason

to suspect a discrepancy

between your declared
income and your lifestyle.

And keep your real name out of everything.

Be discreet, be careful.

- Span down bullet.
(gun bangs)

(Francesca screaming)

- [Margaret] From now
on, everything you do

is about avoiding detection.

(gentle upbeat music)

- Firstly, I'd like to welcome you all.

The inmates have worked incredibly hard

on putting on this very special event.

And as you walk around the room,

you will be able to enjoy
their diverse talents.

It's been so rewarding to
watch everyone pull together

and contribute to this very special day.

But I would like to remind
you all why we're here.

Now, the launch of the
Arts Behind Bars Initiative

has been months in the planning, so.

- It's a shame your mum couldn't make it.

Still, she's a working woman now.

This is the dream, a
chance to turn our backs

on everything that's brought me here.

Give your mum a business
you can be proud of.

So if anyone asks, we're going straight.

And we're doing it for you two.

This is about building a
safe future for this family

where we can protect you.

So, what do you reckon?

- I think it's really good.

Most of my mates' mums work.

- What, washing cars?

(people chattering)

- So this is yours?

Yeah.

- It's like a Rothko.

- That's what she said.

The artist-in-residence bird.

- We're doing him in school.

It's all right, dad.

- Yeah, well, there's not
much competition in here.

It's all potato prints
and finger painting.

- Here it is, Ash.

Keeping busy, all right.

So, do you like it?

I made it for you.

- [Aisling] What is it?

- [Brendan] What do you think it is?

- An egg?

- It's an owl, of course it's an owl.

I mean, look at its beady little eyes.

You've always liked owls, you know you do.

Ever since you were small,

you used to have this wee cuddly thing.

- It were an otter, Dad.

- What, oh.

Jesus, no really?

- Mm.

- Oh, well I suppose I could add a tail.

- [Aisling] It's all right,
dad, it don't matter.

- I just (sighs).

I wanted to make something nice.

Just to show you how sorry I
am about the hooch incident.

- Incident, is that what
we're calling it now?

Dad, you were drunk in the visits hall.

How stupid.
- I know, I know.

And that's why I'm just
trying to make it up to you.

And I've signed up for this course.

Practical Parenting.

The first session was
about nappies and that.

But I know we'll get on
to the more complex stuff.

See, I want to be a better father.

I do, and I'm sorry.

- I know you do.

But it takes more than an
apology and a matchstick owl.

You need to prove it to me.

- I will.

- Mick hasn't done
anything wrong, he's lying.

Jaiden, he's made it all up, look.

Complaints to the council,
abuse, a noise log.

They have been harassing us for two years.

You have to use this,

'cause I, I can't just
sit here doing nothing

whilst he's getting beaten up.

- I'm really sorry he's
having a terrible time,

and this is really useful,

but it's not going to
be enough on its own.

- I, I don't understand.

- We need more than this to
discredit Jaiden's statement.

We need to prove that
his version of events

cannot be true.

- So what else are you gonna do?

- Mick's already authorized you

to have access to his legal documentation.

Here.

- You want me to do it?

- This is a legal-aid
case, paid by the hour,

and unfortunately I
don't have the resources

to do all the investigative work myself.

I need someone to check out timings,

potential witnesses, CCTV.

Find the holes in Jaiden's statement.

- The changing room, is that
where he said it happened?

- Yes, and unfortunately, the
prosecution have a witness

who saw Jaiden running out of there upset.

- What witness?

- Danny, Danny Page, site manager.

(slow dramatic music)

(drums banging)

- Oh, that was very, very powerful, Gavin.

I, I didn't know you played the bongos.

- Djembe drums mum, they're African.

- Djembe drums.

- Djembe.
- Dj-Djembe.

Well both you and your friends

were certainly very impressive.

- Stops us getting bored.

- Mm (chuckles).

- Mum?
- Hmm?

- I was wondering.

Could you get me a PlayStation?

It can't be one of those
new ones with with Wi-Fi.

It's got to be a PlayStation 2.

Give me and me mates something to do.

Plea, please mum.

Please.

- Well, I suppose I could
see where I could get one.

I don't really know very much

about video games.
- Thank you, thank you.

- Oh, are you going?
- Yeah.

Don't, don't you want to have a

um sandwich.

- Harriet, everything okay?

- Oh, yes, yes, absolutely.

Just enjoying all the activities.

- So, uh, where do you,

where do you think we
should go tomorrow night?

Cinema or--

- I was thinking, maybe.

Why don't you come to mine?

- To yours?

- Could rent a DVD maybe or have dinner.

- Dinner.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that'd be lovely.

- Okay.

(slow dramatic music)

- How could you?

- What?

- You talked to the police,
why did you do that?

- I only told them what I saw.

- But it backs up Jaiden.

You said he was upset when
he ran out the changing room.

- He was.

- Well, you have to take it back.

Tell the police you made a mistake.

- And how dodgy's that gonna look?

I am not gonna start lying.

If you really believe
Mick hasn't done anything,

then the truth will out.

- Of course he hasn't.

- People lie, Kim, have secrets.

And we know that more than anyone.

(slow dramatic music)

(cellphone ringing)

- It's Mick.

(phone beeps)

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just on my
way to pick up the boys.

- You can tell them when you see them

I got the forms through.

They can come in for a visit.

- No, I'm not, I'm not
bringing them in there.

- Kim, I need to see my boys.

- And I need to protect
them from all this.

I'm not, I won't make that
place part of their world.

- I want to be with my boys, Kim.

Want to be with my family.

It's the only thing that's
keeping me going in here.

- No, no, don't talk like that.

I've met your brief.

I'm gonna help prove your innocence.

- You're kidding yourself, Kim.

There's close on 90 men in this wing.

Every single one of them
says they didn't do it.

All nonces say they're innocent.

So why should anyone believe me?

(people chattering)

- What do you think it's about?

- (clicks tongue) Don't be mean.

It's quite good.

So are your dad's.

- 18 year sentence.

He's had plenty of time to practice.

- That's the trouble with my dad.

Always in and out, short stretches.

- That's better, isn't it?

- Is it?

Soon as I get used to him being at home,

there's that knock on the door again.

You know, when I was little,

me mum got so fed up with
police searching the house,

she gave them a key.

(both laugh)

- Easier.

- Exactly.

Saved having to fix the
front door every few weeks.

- I can't remember much about
when they took my dad away.

I remember they had dogs.

And me mum threw the kettle at them

to try and make them back off.

She hates dogs.

Dogs and police officers.

- Do you ever think it's weird?

You know, the wrong way round?

- What do you mean?

- Here I am at me dad's
thing, supporting him.

And yet he never came to
any of my stuff, not once.

Sports days, school plays.

(slow dramatic music)

- I'd, uh, just like to say
thank you all for coming.

Hopefully friends and
families will have enjoyed

experiencing the creative options

we're offering here at Highcross.

On a more personal level,

I think it has been a positive experience.

- Oh, you're off again.

Listen, the reason he's in here

is because you're too soft.
- No, no, no!

- Where are you when I need you?

Nowhere, how many times?

(people chattering)

- Leave him alone, all right.
- Look at them.

- What?

- These people are out of control.

- Stop.

Stop staring, it's not a zoo.

- Sorry.

I just, you forget, don't you?

Messy lives some people live.

(slow dramatic music)

- [Margaret] Rebecca Taylor.

- [Francesca] Rebecca Taylor.

- Born 16th of the 6th, '68.

- 16/6/68.

- 2,000 pounds.

- (sighs) Okay.

- So what are we waiting for?

(dramatic music)

- [Woman] Till number two, please.

- Good day.
- Afternoon.

I'd like to open an account, please.

- Okay, do you have any identification?

Okay, thank you, Miss Taylor.

- Thank you.

(upbeat music)

- I'd like to open an account, please.

- Hello, I'd like to
open an account, please.

- Your account.
- Thank you.

I'd like to open an account, please.

(door buzzes)

- See you tomorrow.
- Yeah, see ya, Fran.

(elevator dings)

- Where's my husband?

(slow dramatic music)

Chris Pearson.

(gun bangs)

- I'm, I'm sorry, I think
you've mistaken me for someone.

- I know he went to meet you,
and I've not seen him since.

- (chuckles) I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I'm 32 weeks.

I have a three-year-old crying in his bed

asking where his dad is.

- I'm sorry.

- Where is my husband?

- I can't help you.

- It's okay, I'm making dinner.

- Oh, thanks, sweetheart,
you didn't have to.

(Francesca sighs)

- Bloody door.

This place.

- Glass of wine, mum?

- [Francesca] Yes, please.

(Frank sighs)

- She's proud of you, your job.

- Are you, dad?

- I don't know how I feel
about all this, Frannie.

I'm just glad that you've knuckled down

to a bit of honest graft at last.

- I wouldn't get too excited, dad.

I'm just cleaning cars.
- Huh.

You're a good person Frannie, deep down.

Always have been.

You just lost your bearings.

(dramatic music)

- Yes, boom!

- And remember, if
anyone says anything daft

about your dad, don't take any notice.

They don't know what
they're talking about.

(bell ringing)

- Have you got your inhaler?

Okay, sweet pea, in you go.

Charlie, I've got something I need to do.

You have to go to school.

Come on, it's football today.
- I'm not going.

- Don't be silly.

Look, everyone's going in, you'll be late.

Mrs. Morrison will be taking the register.

- [Charlie] I don't want to.

- Charlie, it's all right.

I'm not gonna make you go in.

Do you want to stay with me?

Okay.

(slow dramatic music)

- [Charlie] Mum, mum, what we doing?

- [Kim] Just checking something for Daddy.

Just wait there, my love.

Charlie, how long do you think
it would take a naughty boy

to run across the rec to home?

Tell you what?

Why don't you sprint as fast as you can

from here all the way to our front door,

and I'll time you, yeah?

Okay?
- Okay.

- Ready, steady, go!

It doesn't make sense.

See, that naughty boy
said he ran straight home

after football, but I don't think he did.

I think he's telling lies.

So, where did he go

between leaving the changing
rooms and going home?

And you're sure, you're absolutely sure

that this is the boy that came in?

- Certain, light-fingered little sod.

- And he wasn't upset or, or crying?

- Opposite, helped himself to a Wham Bar,

and when I barred him,
he give me the finger.

- And do you remember what time this was?

Charlie, will you put that back, please?

Sorry.

- Three o'clock.

United had a home game, just kicked off.

Me husband were listening
to it on the radio.

- And you'd tell the police
what you've just told me?

- I'm not sure I'd be
comfortable doing that.

- What, why not?

- I'll talk to you, but I don't
really wanna get involved.

Not like that.

I don't want a brick through me window.

- I know, I understand that.

But I'm only asking you to
tell the police what you saw.

- I'm sorry.

- My husband has been accused
of something he hasn't done.

You have to help me.

Look at him, my little boy.

They've taken his dad away, locked him up.

He's innocent.

- You need to leave my shop now.

You're upsetting your lad.

- That's, uh, mini-valet.

That's number three,
splash guards, rubber mats.

(cellphone ringing)

Oh, excuse me.

Hello?
- I've gotta be quick.

There's another shipment coming in.

Half's to go to U.K. accounts.

Margaret's taking the
rest to Liechtenstein.

- Liechtenstein, I don't
know anything about it.

- You don't have to, just get it ready.

- Paul?

- [Guard] You all right?

- Bren?

- I think you know where
you're going, Brendan.

Come on.

(gentle music)

(people chattering)

- What do you want?

- Don't know, not really into coffee.

What do you recommend?

- Oh, different cafe (chuckles).

- I enjoyed spending
time with you yesterday.

And I got you this, to say thanks.

- Why are you doing this?

- Why do you think?

Aren't you gonna open it?

- Matt, I don't know what you see

when you look in the mirror,

but I'm sure it's not what I see.

- Why, what do you see?

- A little man with a big
wallet full of his daddy's cash.

- Ooh, vicious.

- It was nice at the prison.

Nice to have someone to
talk to, but you can't,

you can't do this.

I'm engaged.

And I'm at work.

- I'll leave it anyway.

You'll come round.

(upbeat music)

- No, Basil, get down.

(machine beeps)
(man whistles)

- Fanfare?

Very subtle.

- How did you know I was here?

- Uh, your dad told me.

Bless him, really proud.

(sighs) You know, it's funny.

Usually the wives are set
up with a, uh, beauty salon.

- You know, this is a legitimate business.

- Then they can play at
spray tans or fake nails

or whatever they do in those places.

But this is a bit different.

Tri-wax foam.

Gah, I bet that brings up a lovely shine.

Anyway, I'm not really
here about the business.

That's an ancillary offense,
just one little thread.

Francesca, have you
heard of a Chris Pearson?

He's an associate.

Well, that might be too strong.

Works in the same line of
business as your husband.

Burnt down your house?

- Never heard of him.
- Really?

Not what I heard.

I heard you two had a meeting,
and now he's gone missing.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Okay (sighs).

Then I'll let you get on
with your husband's washing.

- [Woman] The number you
have dialed is unavailable.

Please try later.

(Francesca sighs)

(doorbell dings)

- I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that about Mick.

I know he's not like that.

You know, there is one way I
don't have to be a witness.

If we tell the truth about us,

they'll think I lied to
get Mick out the way.

- And did you?
- Of course not.

Kim, think about it.

If we come clean, it helps Mick get out.

- Does it?

How do you even know that?

- 'Cause then I'm not backing up Jaiden.

Isn't it worth a try?

Then we get what we want
too, we get to be together.

- No, no, I'm not gonna do that to Mick.

I can't, I can't.

I just want him to stop lying.

- Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been four, five years
since my last confession.

- Brendan, if I could just stop you there.

I'm actually an Anglican.

It's a different breed, so I
can't take your confession.

But I can organize for a priest to come.

- And you know my worst sin?

Stupidity.

My Aisling.

My beautiful girl.

I swore to her, I swore I'd
get out for the wedding.

And now I won't get out on license.

I'm gonna miss it.

I'm gonna break her heart, and for what?

For some stupid, selfish bastard

who I thought was my friend (coughs).

I was gonna scrub up.

Be the best father I could possibly be.

- Then you need to talk to her.

Tell her how sorry you are.

- I can't.

I can't tell her now.

She'll never forgive me.

- Brendan, you got your
whole life ahead of you.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

(gentle music)

- Just wait here a minute.

You okay, Jaiden?

You not going in, you'll be getting cold.

- My mum's out.

- So you're stuck out
here all on your tod.

Me and Charlie are just gonna
pop out and get some food,

aren't we, Charlie?

A burger or pizza or something.

What you having for your lunch, Jaiden?

- Not hungry.

- I know you told a fib about Mick.

But it's all right,
'cause all kids tell fibs.

The important thing is to
admit when you've lied.

And Mick's always been really
good to you, hasn't he?

Gave you Jack's old bike.

And remember all that extra coaching

to help you with your penalties?

- I like my bike.

- I know you do.

See you playing out on it all the time.

Jaiden, I know you want
to please your mum,

but please, please tell
the police the truth.

Will you do that for me?

What do you say?

- Can I have a milkshake?

- No.

Don't do this.

Don't you do this to my family.

- You can't touch me.

Get off me!

(chair bangs)

(sighs)

(gentle music)

(doorbell rings)

(slow dramatic music)

- Kimberly Haines, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of abduction

and conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

- Mummy?

- I'm gonna have to ask you
to accompany us to the station

to answer some questions.

- What about my boys?

- Is there anyone you could
call to look after them?

(door slams)

(playful music)

(doorbell rings)

(breathing heavily)

(group chuckling)

- Mm, ah, Harriet.

Mm, mm.

Harriet, I have to say,

that is possibly the nicest
crumble I've ever had.

- Oh, goodness, really?

- Yeah.
- Oh, it's just a crumble.

There's only so much you can get wrong.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, Gavin!

Actually it's not really a very good--

- Mum, I want you to
send me a postal order

for some new trainers.

- Trainers, what's wrong
with your old ones?

- [Gavin] I want some new ones.

- Gavin, I can't keep
getting you new things.

I have got you your PlayStation.

- Get the trainers mum, it's important!

- Gavin, what's the matter
with you, you don't--

- Yeah, just do it, mum.

- (sighs) Um, look, all right, all right.

I'll see what I can do, but promise me--

(phone clicks)
(dial tone buzzes)

Gavin?

- Harriet, I (sighs).

I don't want to interfere, but
you, you can always say no.

- I know, I know.

I just (sighs).

I thought Gavin had found new friends,

but I'm worried he's being bullied again.

He's always been so
susceptible to peer pressure.

- Yeah, well, he's not the
first young man in prison

to have found himself
in unsuitable company.

We did stop him from converting,

but this, this is not a matter of faith.

This is survival.

Join the biggest gang.

And to be honest, there's
not a lot I can do.

But maybe you can.

- What do you mean?

- Just stop enabling Gavin,

sending him things which he
can distribute to his gang.

Encourage him to find some better friends.

- I'm sorry, you're right, I just,

I worry.
- I know.

I don't want you to worry.

Tonight, I want you to relax
and have a lovely evening.

(Harriet chuckles)

- Coffee?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

- [Guard] Come with me.

- In this instance, the CPS
will not be pursuing the case,

and you are released without charge.

Jaiden says you just bought
him a burger, no coercion.

You came this close to being charged.

So a word of warning.

Don't go near Jaiden

or interfere with the
course of justice again.

You understand?

Do not contact any witnesses in this case.

(dishes rattling)

- All in bed.

Took a while, mind.

Kim, look, um.

- You can't be here, I can't see ya.

- What do you mean?

- I can't talk to you, you're a witness.

The police said I can't.

You have to go!
- All right.

All right, I'm going.

You gonna be all right?

Kim, I know you don't want
Mick to know about us.

But it might be the
only way to get him out.

(Kim crying)

- I often wonder if things
might've been different

if Gavin hadn't been an only child.

All that attention.

- Do you ever see yourself
having more than one?

- No, no, even before he died,

Clive told me that one was enough.

He was always so organized, Clive,

structured, safety-conscious,

which is ironic, really, when
you consider how he died.

- How did he?

If you don't mind me.

- South West Coastal Path.

- Sorry?

- We were on a walking holiday in Dorset.

We'd just finished the
section near Durdle Door

when the weather turned.

I wanted to go back, but
Clive insisted we go on,

and all of a sudden a gust
got under his cagoule,

and poof, he was gone.

Just like that.

Yes, that's the face that most people do.

- Harriet, I don't know what to say.

That, that is the most--

- Ridiculous way to die, I know.

For years I never knew which was worse,

the overwhelming grief or
the awful embarrassment.

- You are the most extraordinary
woman, do you know that?

- Really (laughs).
- Really.

And I'm so very glad I met you.

(lips smacking)

- Do, do you want to come upstairs?

- I'm sorry, I can't do this.

- I'm sorry, I didn't,
I thought, you seemed--

- Yeah, I was, I am, it's just.

(Harriet sighs)

Harriet, I really think I need to explain.

See, for me it's a question
of, of not putting myself

in the way of temptation.

- The spirit indeed is willing.

- Yeah, but the flesh is
weak, Matthew, exactly.

And I feel that sex is
so wonderful that it,

it should be a special
reserve for a spouse.

- So, are you not allowed to kiss me?

- Well, in the seminary,
they, they used to say,

don't touch what you haven't got.

- [Harriet] But.

- You know, although some of
the younger Christians believe

that you could indulge in dry sex,

but it's probably best to
err on the side of caution.

- Dry sex, what's--

- Well, the, the more tactile you become,

the harder it is to hold back.

Are you all right?

- Yes, yes, I think so.

Actually I think I'm a bit relieved.

(both laughing)

- What?

Harriet, um, I'm, I'm not saying

that we can't ever sleep together.

And I've certainly not felt
so happy in a long time.

And I'm very tempted to
move things on with us,

but for a Christian, sex
shouldn't be a hobby.

It should be the glue of a marriage.

And I hope that one day
it can be that for us.

(gentle music)

(siren blaring)

(birds chirping)

(people chattering)

(slow dramatic music)

- It wasn't my fault.

Actually, this time, it wasn't my fault.

(door clangs)

- You're very keen on
visiting your dad these days.

- There a problem with that?

Shit!

- What?
- I've forgotten my I.D.

You'll have to go in on your own.

Sorry, mum.

I'll wait for you in the van, yeah?

(keys jangle)

(van engine rumbling)

Good visit?

- Here we are.

That's it, sit down and
take your shoes off.

Here we go.

That's right, Charlie,
just lift your arms up.

Good boy.

- Feels strange for
everyone the first time.

- Is it okay for me to.
- Thank you.

- It's all right for the little ones.

Too young to understand.

Oh, there you go.

(children laughing)

- Oh, my boys, oh, my lovely boys.

Oh hi, so good to see you.

- Sit down, please.
- Eh?

- Sit down.

- Who's that?
- Aye, it's all right.

Come on, best do what he says, all right?

Come on.

Hey, sit down.

- You sit over there, then.
- Come on.

Hey, thanks for bringing them in.

I know you didn't want to.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

Hey, who reckons mum should
get us some chocolate?

- [All] Yeah!

- Right.

- And I'm very sorry,

but I'm not going to buy
you some more trainers.

Anyway, what happened to the last pair?

- Probably got nicked by the guards.

- Gavin, if you're being
put under pressure,

then they're not your real friends.

- They are my real friends.

What would you know?

Why do you have to do this
every time I have mates?

- (sighs) Anyway, I didn't
come here to argue with you.

In fact, I've got some good news,

and I hope you'll view it that way.

I've met someone.

Someone new, a man.

And, well, it's looking like it's serious.

(speaking in foreign language)

Oh, oh.

Oh (crying).

- She knows.

Fontaine knows everything,
she's been round the yard.

- What?
- She knows what we've done.

She was asking questions about Chris.

- Shit.

Someone's obviously talking,
but we don't panic, all right?

Car's crushed, body's
buried, the gun is gone.

So we're all right, you hear me?

If the police are closing in,

it just means we have to get craftier.

Change your SIM card.
- I can't.

I can't do this, Paul.

What have you got me into?

(birds chirping)

- Hey, it's all right.
- No, Matt, be careful.

- Hang on!
(Aisling screams)

(both laughing)

- Go faster, then!

- All right.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna pull down.

All right.
- Three, two.

- Whoo!

Hang on.
- Oh, my God, ah!

(gentle music)

- I don't know what's
going on with you, Gavin,

but it's not fair to take it out on me.

(sighs) I'm trying to be here for you.

But if you won't even talk to me.

- I don't want to talk to you.

I don't want to see you.

- [Man] All right Gavin, come on.

- Don't look so worried.

I know you've done everything you can.

You always do.

- All right then boys, come on.

- Bye, Dad.

- Where's Matt?

- I don't know.

(cellphone ringing)

- Leave it.
- No, it's all right.

- I can get it.
- No.

Hey, uh, don't!

Ash.

- Don't you dare.

Don't you say anything.

Oh, my God, I am such an idiot.

- No, you're not.

- 'Course you're a dealer.

You're a Miller.

- It's not much, it's nothing.

It's just a bit of coke for some students.

- Shut up, just shut up.

I don't want to hear it.

I've got a fiance, I'm getting married.

I'm gonna get a house, have a baby.

Drive me home, now.

- You don't have to do that.

- I don't want to talk to you.

I don't want to hear another word.

Just take me home.

(sirens wailing)

- You've done the right thing.

Now you've told me about the affair,

it will make a difference to Mick's case.

Danny's not a reliable
witness, they won't use him.

- So will Mick get out now?

- There will still be a trial,

but now it's just Jaiden's
word against Mick's.

And that's not enough.

(clears throat) Now I'll just
need you to sign a statement

confirming what you've just told me,

and that will be disclosed
to all parties involved.

I'll give you the chance to
tell Mick about the affair

at your next visit, but if you don't.

I'm afraid I'll have to tell him myself.

- How was Liechtenstein?

(door bangs)

- Icy.

Shred it.

(shredder whirring)

I hear you had a visit.

Not very impressive,

rolling out the red carpet for the police.

- What do you mean?

- Let them get a warrant,
don't do their job for them.

- Are you finished?

- I've been an accountant for 40 years,

and I have nothing but a dwindling pension

to show for it.

I work for your husband, and in return,

I will end my days on
the shores of Loch Nevis.

And when I look out of my window,

I will see the mountains

and the golden eagles soaring above,

and nothing is going to jeopardize that.

Do you understand?

Now, I don't know why
the police were here.

I very much doubt

it was anything to do with the business.

And I don't want to know.

But get things under control.

- I have.

- Well, where's the van,
wasn't on the forecourt.

- Well, I don't know.

Matt's got it, it's fine.

He'll bring it back, he's a sensible lad.

- That's not what I've heard.

(slow dramatic music)

- Where's my son?

- I don't know.
- Don't lie to me.

I know you and Matt spent
the afternoon together.

- Who is it?

- Nothing, catalog.

I don't know where he is, all right?

Just leave me alone.

- I don't know what you're up to,

but don't you dare drag my son down.

- What?

You're joking.

Me drag him down?

You know, I am sick of
gangsters like your family,

and I'm sick of idiots like me dad.

I'm not going to the prison,

and I don't want to see
any of you ever again.

- Where is he?

- You really wanna know where Matt is?

Try Student Union.

Like father, like son.

(Brendan coughing)

- You talking to me yet?

Come on, mate, how many times?

I'm sorry.

(Brendan coughing)

(Brendan coughing)

You all right, mate?

(Brendan coughing)

Brendan.

(alarm blaring)

You all right, mate?

You're all right, you'll be fine.

Keep breathing, breath steady.

Breathe steady.

(people chattering)

- See you soon.
- Night.

- See you later on.
- Cheers.

(dramatic music)

- Stop what you're
doing, 'cause believe me,

this place does things to a man.

- The tumor has already spread

to the chest wall and the windpipe.

- I'm gonna fight this, Ash.

And when I'm better,
things are gonna change.

- I've been having an affair.

(Mick grunting)

I think it was just about the sex.

- Not like Gavin to have
two visitors at once.

- I'm sorry?
- Girlfriend.

- It's you, isn't it?

You're the one who's taking her away.

- Your behavior is unprofessional.

What are you doing?
- Helping me self to my money.

(both laughing)

- You can't do this, this
is how things go wrong.

(door banging)
- Police!

(gentle upbeat music)