Original subtitles

- I've met someone.

It's looking like it's serious.

(shouting) Oh!

- [Francesca] Where is my son?

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

I know you and Matt spent the afternoon together.

- Course you're a dealer, you're a Miller.

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

this place does things to a man.

Brendan, he collapsed in the cell on me.

- Bye, Dad.

(sobbing)

- Mick Haines?

- Yep.

- Jaiden is trouble!

- This is the police jumping on a little boy's lies.

- I'll talk to Jaiden.

(gunshot firing) (screaming)

- We've taken out the boss and now there's no opposition.

- This is part of a turf war, and it will escalate.

- I've been having an affair.

And now I've got to tell Mick and break his heart!

- She loves you and I love her,

and I can't bear what you're doing to her!

- No! (punch thudding)

(gasping)

- This is not about Francesca.

I've wasted too many years on her.

- I've offered you a chance to protect

your children and you've said no.

I hope you don't regret that decision.

- We're relying on you.

I need you to hold it together for 'em.

- I will, Dad.

- Francesca Miller, I am arresting you

on suspicion of murder.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gate squeaking)

- Just wait there for me, please.

- Francesca, we have a witness statement

from Blake Fenner, the driver,

that places you in the car

at the moment Chris Pearson was shot.

Can you account for that?

- No comment.

- Did you know when he was going to be shot?

- No comment.

- What was it like when the gun went off?

(gunshot firing)

Was there a lot of noise?

- Just stay still, Fran!

- Was there a lot of blood?

- Officer, your questioning is bordering on the oppressive.

- Francesca, do you have nightmares?

If there is any evidence that proves motive

or that you knew about the planning

or the execution of this murder,

I will find it.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- [Prison Guard] Come on.

- Make sure that you answer your bail conditions

because if you don't, that's a further offense.

Francesca, during our investigation

into the murder of Chris Pearson,

we have received intelligence that suggests

you may be at risk of serious harm.

As a result, I am issuing you with a Threat To Life notice,

which I would like you to sign.

Obviously, we can't guarantee your protection 24-7,

but if you co-operate,

the police will take any steps to minimize the risk to you.

There's a body now, Francesca,

and Chris's men are gonna want revenge.

I don't want anyone else to get hurt.

- Don't sign, don't engage.

She's just trying to rattle you.

(ominous electronic music)

It's good news.

You're on bail.

Liam's been charged with murder.

Stan with conspiracy.

Paul's been released without charge.

They can't prove he had anything to do with it.

But you're free.

Put it all behind you.

- What the hell's going on?

Ugh!

(dramatic ambient music)

Matt, Lauren?

Where are my family, my kids?

- I dunno, love, they're your kids.

- Gavin Clive Allison.

You are charged with Section 18,

Wounding, Grievous Bodily Harm.

This was an unprovoked attack on the prison chaplain,

which occurred whilst you were on segregation

for smuggling a knife into the prison.

The chaplain sustained concussion and a severe laceration

to his face which required 25 stitches.

This case will be committed to Crown Court,

and if convicted, you are likely to receive

a substantial extension to your current sentence.

- And since the defendant's last appearance,

further evidence has come to light in the form

of a withdrawal statement made by the Complainant,

Jaiden Tanner, in which the Complainant

has confirmed that his original allegation was fabricated.

Therefore, the Crown has confirmed that

they are offering no evidence and we would invite you

to record a verdict of Not Guilty.

- Mr. Haines, please stand.

You are free to go.

(exhaling) (soft dramatic music)

- I'm just glad it worked out for you.

- [Mick] Yeah.

- Anyway, better go.

Kim.

(sighing)

- Parking ticket.

- What?

- It runs out in a minute.

(sighing)

It was a mistake.

He was, Danny.

And I don't want you to imagine it was something it wasn't,

'cos it wasn't, it wasn't anything.

It meant nothing.

Now it's over.

Mick?

(soft ambient music)

(phone ringing)

- [Lauren's Voice Message] Hi, it's Lauren,

sorry I can't get to the phone, leave a message.

(coins clattering)

- [Frank's Voice Message] Sorry I'm not available right now,

leave me a message.

- Dad, it's me.

Where are you?

I'm outside the flat.

Have you got the kids?

The police have taken away my mobile,

I don't know where you are.

- Because God has chosen to call our brother, Brendan,

from this life to Himself, we commit his body to the earth,

for we are dust and unto dust we shall return.

(phone ringing)

But the Lord Jesus Christ will change

our mortal bodies to be like His in glory.

For He is risen, the Firstborn, from the dead.

So let us commend our brother, Brendan, to the Lord.

- Hello?

- [Francesca] Matt?

- Mum!

What's going on, are you out?

- Yeah, I'm out.

Where's Grandad and Lauren?

- They're in a B & B.

Banks Hill, the Regal, Room 10.

Look, I've got to go, Mum.

- Matthew? (dial tone droning)

- [Priest] Whose days are without end

and whose mercies are beyond counting,

keep us mindful that our life is short

and the hour of our death, unknown.

(muffled arguing)

- Dad, please, I won't stay long.

I just want to, um, talk to her.

Well, both of you, and explain.

- Can explain all you want.

Every word that comes out of those lips is a lie.

- No, the police have made a huge mistake.

Our solicitor is sorting it out.

- I'm closing the door now.

- Dad, no!

Lauren, love.

Oh, come on, let me talk to her, please!

- Do you know what this place is?

Emergency accommodation,

full of poor buggers who've got nowhere else to go.

Refugees, battered wives, and the walls are paper,

we can hear them crying at night and they can hear Lauren.

- Dad, I'm sorry.

- You chose this life, you pay the price.

Don't make your kids pay for you.

- Come on, Dad, help me.

I know I've messed up.

And I want to fix it.

I don't know how to make it better.

- Do you care about your children?

- You know I do, of course I do.

- Then leave them alone.

(distant Irish folk music)

- What are you doing out here?

You're missing everything.

Your Uncle Seamus just made a speech, it was really funny.

- Was it the one about me dad and the dog?

- Yeah.

- I've heard it before.

Heard 'em all before.

(sighing)

- You still pissed off with me?

For taking that call?

- You had to.

It were your mum in prison.

- Police station.

- Same difference.

I'm going to London with me mum.

Gonna move down south.

- What?

Why, why do you want to do that?

- Cos there's nothing here for me.

Same old stories.

- You can't go.

- Why not?

- Please, Ash.

London's crap.

It's full of cockneys.

(laughing)

- I've spent 18 years with a dad

who joked his way through life.

I want something better.

And I don't want any more police or prisons,

and I'm never gonna get that,

not with your family,

not with you.

- [Ian's Voice Message] Hello, this is Ian,

and I can't get to the phone right now

so please leave a message and I'll get back

to you as soon as possible.

(voicemail beeping)

- Hello, Ian, it's me, it's Harriet.

I've just got back from court,

and I was wondering if you're all right.

Your face.

(sobbing)

And I would very, very much like to talk to you.

So if you could, could you call me?

(dramatic ambient music)

(doorbell ringing)

- I'll get it.

- Hi. - Thank you.

- Is Daddy here?

- Is he home? - Yes, he is, he's home.

But he's a bit tired so don't rush in,

bouncing off the walls.

- Oh, come here!

(grunting) - Daddy!

- Oh, how are you?

Hey.

Hey.

Ah, look at you.

Aah.

(sighing)

(doorbell ringing)

(gasping)

- Oh!

It looks worse, even worse than in the hospital.

Does it still hurt?

- No, I can't feel a thing.

- What?

- Doctors gave me painkillers strong enough to fell a horse.

I'm not even sure I'm supposed to drive on them, but, um.

- Where are you going?

- Fortunately, my friend's blessed with a rather large,

albeit drafty vicarage in the Lake District,

so I can stay with him while I decide my next move.

- Your your next move?

- The diocese are keen for me

to transfer to an urban parish.

- Why do you have to leave the prison?

- I suppose the other question would be,

why was I drawn to the prison in the first place?

Do you know what's at the root of most

of the problems that these young men have, including Gavin?

It's an inability to control their emotions.

You know, call it what you will,

impulse control, anger management.

And I'm not so very different.

- Oh, I don't understand it.

- When I talked to Gavin before the attack,

I let my emotions for you cloud my professional judgment,

and I let Gavin down and I also let you down.

- No, you didn't, you didn't let me down!

- Yeah, I did.

- You have made me happier than I have been for years!

Our friendship, relationship, whatever,

has been the best thing that's happened

to me since I don't know when.

- That's the problem, we shouldn't be in a relationship.

I should've drawn you to God, not to myself.

- I don't want God.

I want you.

- And I want you.

But I can't.

I was in a position of trust and I crossed a line.

I was weak, I was lonely.

I should never have allowed this to happen.

- This isn't fair!

It isn't!

I'm not a bad person!

- No-one's suggesting you are.

- Then why do bad things happen to me?

Years of shit raining down!

A husband who falls off a cliff!

The loneliness that hangs on me every

waking hour, and now this?

My one chance of happiness and you're taking it away,

snuffing it out before it even has a chance!

- Harriet, I am so sorry.

And I know it's painful and hard

to make sense of everything, but this is part of God's plan.

- What?

- It's like a tapestry.

Only we only see the ugly back

with the knots and the messy strands,

but God sees the beautiful front, the whole picture.

- Do you really think there's a God?

- Yes, I do.

- Then why would he give me a son like Gavin?

(sobbing)

- Do you want some brown sauce?

Or a beer?

I forgot to get some in but I can

easily nip down to the corner shop if you want.

- No, this is fine, thank you.

- Is it all right?

Is it cooked enough?

I only did it for a few minutes

on the other side cos I know you like it.

- Can you not?

- What?

- The questions and the staring.

- Sorry.

- Had weeks of it.

People watching me every move, screws, blokes on the wing.

- I just wanted it to be nice.

- Yeah?

Why is that?

You think this is gonna work, do you?

You think all this is gonna be fixed with a nice dinner?

- I can do that!

- Let me do it, Kim!

Let me take my plate into my own kitchen when I choose.

- What's wrong with it?

- I feel sick, all right?

I don't know whether it's too rich after all those weeks

of eating shit in there or whether it's you!

But every time I look at you,

you turn my bloody stomach.

(solemn ambient music)

(distant thunder rumbling)

(phone vibrating)

- So what's this all about then?

This supposed to be our last big romantic date or summat?

I just saw a rat over there, so it's not,

it's not romantic.

- And it's not our last date.

- Matt, I've already packed, sorted my ticket, so don't.

- [Matt] Don't what?

- Don't waste your breath on whatever

big romantic speech you were going to make.

What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

I don't want you to leave.

I'm quitting dealing for good.

- Are you serious?

- I want to prove it to you, Ash.

(pleasant string music)

I'm not a joker.

I don't want to lie to you,

don't want to bring trouble to your door.

It's over.

Look, I'll chuck it.

I don't need it any more.

- Ay, ay, don't be daft!

- [Matt] What?

- It's worth a mint, that.

Flog it.

Take me somewhere nice.

(giggling)

(buttons beeping)

- Last favor I'm ever doing for you.

You lost it when you got your wife involved.

- Liam, mate.

- Not any more.

This might make you powerful in here,

but outside, you're nothing.

It's over,

mate!

(solemn ambient music)

- I should never have listened to you.

- What are you talking about?

- We've done a terrible thing.

- How many times?

Pearson deserved everything.

- Do you remember when we first started all this?

And you used to say, it's all for the kids.

We're doing all this so that they can

have everything that we never had.

Every shipment, every deal.

- It was for them, yeah.

So they can have a better life.

- So how does that work when we're both in prison?

We've been doing this for so long, that we've lost sight.

We think it's normal.

Other people don't live like this, Paul.

They work and they save.

They wash cars, they stack shelves.

And, okay, maybe they don't end up with a house in Spain,

and a swimming pool, and private schools,

but they're safe, and their kids are safe.

I want my family.

I want to hold Lauren, I want to stroke her back,

I want to stop her crying at night.

And I want to tell my dad that he was right.

And I want Matt.

I want to bring my son back to me before it's too late.

(giggling)

- We can't just lie about and do this all day.

- Who said anything about lying about?

I'm actually quite gymnastic.

- Oh, yeah?

- Should see my pommel horse.

(playful music)

What the hell is that?

That is the tackiest thing I have ever seen.

- Don't say that.

- How do you turn it off?

Turn it off! - Please!

- Ash, I'm sorry.

It's nice.

- No, it's not.

It's horrible and it's tacky.

My dad got it for me.

And I miss him.

I miss him.

- Hey.

I got ya.

Hm.

I got ya.

- Have you got anything to say, Gavin?

- I hate you.

- You hate me?

And why do you hate me?

- Why do you think?

Cos you did it again.

You grassed me up.

And now my mates don't want to be my mates any more,

and I'm stuck on the VP wing!

- And you think this is all my fault?

See, the thing is, I don't accept it any more, Gavin.

I don't accept your blame.

I may not have been the best mum,

but I did the best I could,

and now you need to grow up

and take responsibility for your own choices.

You're in prison because you hid a gun.

And now you're in here, you smuggled a knife in, and you,

you hurt Ian.

You did all those things, not me.

And I accept that this is a terrible

place for someone like you.

It's made you the worst possible version of yourself,

but you still chose to do those things.

- I hate you. (sighs)

- And I love you.

And that's why I'm doing this.

- Doing what?

- Leaving you.

(somber ambient music)

I came in here today to give you one last chance,

one last chance

to look at me and say you're sorry!

Gavin?

(sobbing)

You see, you might spend the rest of your life in prison,

but that doesn't mean that I have to.

I can't!

I won't pay for your crimes anymore.

(sniffling)

Goodbye, Gavin.

(sobbing)

- Mum?

Mum!

- Can I sit with you?

- Yeah.

Was a lifetime ago.

You know all those weeks in there, locked up with them,

and they're just the ones they've caught,

the ones we know about.

The rest, they're still out there.

Every time our Charlie goes for a swimming lesson,

every time they go on a sleepover.

- You can't think like that.

- I don't want to be the sort of man

who thinks the worst of everyone.

I don't want that to be the thing

that comes out of all this.

But it's hard, you know?

How can I trust anyone?

Everything I believed in let me down.

The police, my job.

My wife.

- You can.

You can trust me.

(ominous ambient music)

(knocking)

- Dad?

(knocking)

Dad, Lauren?

(muffled groaning)

Oh, my God, Dad!

Oh, my God, Dad!

Oh, God!

Are you all right?

What happened?

Where's Lauren?

- Daddy.

Daddy, it's me.

You have to send someone with

50,000 pounds or they'll hurt me, Daddy!

(sobbing)

- [Gang Member] You listening, Miller?

50k, five o'clock this evening.

You call the police, we kill your little girl.

- It's all right, Dad, it'll be okay.

- There must be someone we can call.

You know what they'll do to her, you know that.

- Paul, we're both inside.

Everyone else is fighting,

or gone to ground, there's no-one.

How about Matt?

- No!

No chance, I'm not sending my boy into that.

- Have you got anyone else?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Dad?

Oh, my God!

What?

All right.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I understand.

Yeah, I'll leave now.

All right.

- [Aisling] What's going on?

- Just need to pop out.

- Where you going?

- I won't be long.

(dramatic electronic music)

- We've got officers stationed at A & E with your dad,

and we've got a car on its way round to collect Matt.

Unfortunately, we can't get a trace on Lauren's phone.

(sighing)

Francesca, we are doing everything we can

to find Lauren, but you need to help us.

You need to tell us what you know

and who you think has taken her.

(sighing)

- The men who have taken Lauren are Chris Pearson's men.

We've been in a turf war with them.

Territories, markets.

I don't ask and I don't want to know.

I was in the car when Chris got shot.

I didn't know it was gonna happen, but I was there.

You were right.

It did get worse, it did escalate.

This is their revenge.

- Francesca's talking.

We need to take out warrants on all members

of Pearson's gang and known associates.

And we need to find Matt Miller.

(intense electronic music)

- Everything you need.

Remember, you're just the courier.

No heroics, a simple transaction.

The money for your sister.

(tires screeching)

- Usually by this stage we'd be

expecting to hear of a ransom demand.

- Well, how are they going to get in touch?

You took me phone off me when you arrested me.

- Is there any other way they could send a ransom demand?

(scoffing)

What about your husband?

Is there any way they could get in touch with him in prison?

Don't protect Paul.

He's not the one in danger.

(dramatic electronic music)

(water trickling)

- You on your own?

You got the cash?

- It's all in there.

(phone scraping)

- Hey, you know who this is, don't you?

Paul Miller's boy.

Son and heir.

So what is it, Bob-a-Job week?

- Where's my sister?

- Come on.

- [Prison Guard] Stand up.

Put your hands up!

Okay, got the SIM Card.

- Get in.

- Come on, don't play silly buggers, in you pop.

(door opening)

- Paul's SIM Card.

See, Paul received a ransom message from Lauren,

and then minutes later he made

an outgoing call to this number.

- That's Matt.

- Francesca, I asked my officers

to bring Matt in for his own protection.

They went round to his girlfriend,

she doesn't know where he is.

And there's no trace on that number.

(dramatic electronic music)

- Matt's a dealer.

He's got two phones.

- [Jo] We've got a trace on Matt.

He's heading south on the Shankhill Estate.

- Where is she?

- All right, mate, slow down.

- I gave you the money, now I want Lauren, that's the deal.

(Lauren sobbing)

Jesus, Lauren!

It's all right.

Where are her clothes?

I want her clothes, I want to take her home!

- Eh, clothes, what did we do with 'em, mate?

- We're going.

- Whoa, what's the matter, sunshine?

- Get out of my way!

- Think you're a player, do ya?

We've only just started enjoying ourselves.

- You got our dad's money, so let us go.

- Ah, yeah, Paul Miller.

I remember him.

The thing is, your old man messed up.

We liked Chris, he was a good boss, very popular.

And we're a bit upset your dad took him out.

So you're not going nowhere, not yet.

Maybe you want to watch, eh?

Very playful, your sister.

(dramatic electronic music)

You like our little games, don't you, Lauren?

Eh, don't you?

- Out my way.

- (laughs) Don't be a stupid little boy.

He's not gonna shoot, he's not got the balls for it.

It's over.

You're nothing!

- Come on.

- Like your dad!

(gunshot firing) (gasping)

(groaning)

- Jesus, Lauren!

(Lauren sobbing)

(police officer shouting)

- Go!

Go!

- Are you okay?

Who's been shot?

Where's the weapon?

(Lauren sobbing) - Come on, come on.

- Police! (dramatic orchestral music)

(knocking)

- Help me.

Please, Ash!

(deeply breathing)

- Get inside, quickly.

Stay there, just stay there, don't move.

No, no, no, don't touch me.

Get that newspaper.

Spread it on floor.

Stand on it.

Take your clothes off and try not to touch anything.

- Thank you.

- I'll get you some clothes.

(Lauren sobbing)

- Oh, my, you're okay.

(loud banging)

- Police! - Police!

Get on the floor!

- Show your hands! - Don't move!

- Stay where you are! (screaming)

- [Police Officer] Don't move!

(solemn ambient guitar music)

- Matthew Miller, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

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.

("The Well" by Cate Song)

♪ She is thirsting you ♪

♪ She is hungering you ♪

♪ She is yearning you ♪

♪ She's needing you ♪

♪ So why aren't you floating ♪

- You coming?

- Come on, Dad.

- We need ya.

I need ya.

♪ Again ♪

♪ He is dying without you ♪

- [Kim] Right then, Charlie, you gonna hold this ball?

That's it, you can be football monitor.

- Oh, I don't know about that!

♪ He is desperate for you ♪

♪ While I'm wasting you ♪

- All right?

♪ Why aren't you floating away ♪

♪ To the place where they're making a way ♪

♪ Flowing through that well as I pray ♪

♪ Again ♪

- Go on then.

♪ How can we breathe if there is no air ♪

♪ How do they eat if there's nothing there ♪

♪ And how can we give without open hands ♪

♪ How do they drink in this dry land ♪

- [Guard] Gather, lads, you've got a visit.

- See ya, Gavin.

♪ How do they eat if there's nothing there ♪

♪ And how can we give without open hands ♪

- [Gavin Voiceover] Dear Mum,

I know you don't want to see me anymore,

and you won't come and visit,

but I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

♪ Again ♪

♪ So why aren't you floating away ♪

- "His mother bears him with hardship,

"and brings him forth with hardship."

- [Together] "She is the one that has made

"her womb a vessel for you,

"and nourished you from her breast.

"You have no option but to love her."

(mallet pounding)

- [Paul] Fran?

- Did you see your brief?

And what did he say?

- If I'm found guilty of murder by use of a firearm,

it could be a life sentence, minimum 30 years.

- That will never happen.

You're gonna go into court

and you're gonna plead not guilty.

You're going to plead self-defense.

You shouldn't be the one who pays for this.

Your dad should never have got you involved.

- You'll have to go back to your cell.

(solemn ambient music)

(button beeping)

- Is she coming?

Have you talked to her?

- I sent her a VO call.

She wouldn't answer her phone.

(delicate orchestral music)