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I am so, so, so sorry.

Something came up at the station.

I'm sure you would have called if you could.

Where's Otti?

Your mum picked her up an hour ago.

My mum?

Tamora, remind Joe to buy me a card.

Joe has 19 unread reminders.

I didn't forget, I...

I'll make it up to you? - You're here now.

Let's just enjoy our anniversary.

- I love you. - Love you.

Right, croissants are in the oven.

Almond alright?

Um... yeah. Sounds perfect.

Oh, come on, I'm not that cross.

I know you like your chocolate ones.

Don't worry, I'll put the dreaded wedding album away.

No, it was the greatest day of my life.

Just wish the-- - I know!

Disguised voice: Good morning, Detective Sergeant.

Who is this?

Listen carefully and do exactly as I say

unless you want your wife to find out who you really are.

You're joking, aren't ya?

I knew I shouldn't have come here.

Oh, no, sit down. Please. We're listening.

Start again.

I made a mistake. A big one.

I went out for a drink last night after work.

Next thing I know, it's 10:00 a.m.,

and I'm stumbling out of a cab in my driveway.

Then I get that.

Okay. Wow.

So, erm, just a wild stab in the dark,

I guess this is not your wife?

I don't even recognise her. Or the room.

How drunk was I?! - How drunk was she, more like?

Probably an escort.

Most of their clients are married creeps.

Right, believe me, nobody's more disgusted about this than I am.

Hmm?

I'm being blackmailed, and I don't know why.

He calls himself Dr. Ekeles.

Said he's a wanted man who needs help fleeing the country.

It's clearly a fake name. What's he wanted for?

I don't know.

But he warned me not to get my colleagues involved,

said he'd know if I did.

But he didn't mention anything about PIs.

Look, I wouldn't be here if I had any other choice.

"Diseases desperate grown,

by desperate appliance are relieved, or not at all."

Not helpful.

How does this "Dr. Ekeles" expect you to help him?

Money? - Nah.

First task was to buy provisions,

then get to Henley Street in... er, 13 minutes.

I can play along for now,

but I need your help to catch this scumbag.

I'm sorry, we don't do extramaritals.

Why don't you just fess up to Emma?

It's not an option because it's our

10-year wedding anniversary, so I can't...

I can't lose my wife.

So please.

Okay. We'll help.

Sebastian and I will try and find out who this woman is.

You can go with Keeler.

Right. Hathaway, 12 minutes. Let's go!

Why do I have to get punished for his dirty affair?

- Oh! - No!

Hathaway!

We... We need to talk this through.

Do you know anybody who might have it in for you?

I'm a copper, Frank. Who doesn't?

Right, I've got what you asked for.

Now you tell me something. Why me?

There's a camping superstore outside town.

I'm sending you a list; purchase every item.

You have one hour.

Yeah, but why me?

Forget why you, why those items?

I can't get all this in an hour.

It'll take at least half an hour to get there. I mean...

Oh. Taxi! Taxi!

Arden Outdoors Depot, please.

Nope. As far as I can tell,

she's not a local escort,

a known criminal or an out-of-work thespian.

Well, that rules out half of Stratford, doesn't it?

Luella Shakespeare.

What? I'm just doing my job.

Anyway, I've already looked, you can't actually see anything.

But check out this whisky glass.

There's something embossed on it. Is that corporate branding?

- I'm thinking hotel logo. - Ooh, you're good.

I got a cab. Sorry, did you want a lift?

38 minutes, no time for banter.

Large gloves... large gloves.

- The thing is, I, er-- - Look,

this isn't how I saw my day going either.

But whatever witty remark you have cannot be

more important than me saving my marriage!

I was just gonna say you're being followed.

You focus on the shopping list, I'll sniff 'em out.

Okay, jiggle it about a bit.

Yeah, yeah, oh.

That's it. That's the spot.

- Oh. - Ahh.

Nicely done. - Thank you.

Must remember to add breaking and entering to my résumé.

Right, well, looks like the same room, but...

Sans paramour, sans evidence, sans everything.

The cleaners beat us to it.

Isn't that always the way?

They always come at the worst time.

Like, when you've just stepped out of the shower.

Or when you're singing along to the radio

so you can't hear them knocking, while you're stark naked

slathering yourself in After Sun--

I will never understand camping.

A small fortune on this junk

just to catch pneumonia in a field.

Time's up, Sergeant.

I hope you found everything. For your sake.

Don't you worry, I found exactly what I'm looking for.

- Love you too, babe. - Billy?

You alright, Frank?

What are you looking at?!

This is where he would bring her.

His secretary.

Yeah, well, they're not here now, so...

We will take him for all he's worth, Mrs. Keeler.

I'm her solicitor. I'll just fetch her a tissue.

Yes, please.

What is wrong with me, Warwick?

Why doesn't he want me?

No, you're, erm-- I mean, I would.

Your husband's an idiot.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Tell me, 'cos I can--

I can take it.

Did you see them here last night?

I couldn't say. I see a lot of people.

Look, go on. Take a look.

I don't get involved in a copper's business.

Erm, sorry, how did you know he was a police officer?

Oh, well...

Well, he looks like one, don't he?

Plus the room was booked under a DS Keeler.

Oh, please, Warwick.

I told ya, I don't know anything.

So get lost, or I'm calling security.

It just had to be your delinquent pal, didn't it?

I told you, I've gone straight.

All I did was follow him.

One of them surveillance jobs, you know?

Ah, so Billy the Brick's a PI now?

Spent enough time with you, you kinda pick it up.

We caught you on the phone.

Yeah, to my girlfriend.

Do you take me for a complete idiot?

- Don't answer that. - Yeah. I do.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Alright, Billy, we'll humour you.

Who hired you for this surveillance job?

Well, I've never actually met him.

I got this phone in the post this morning.

From a Dr. Ekeles. - You've got to be kidding me.

Look, I'm just supposed to report where he goes.

That's all, Frank. I swear. - Word of advice--

some jobs are not worth the money.

He's lying. That was him on the phone.

Hello?

Hang up on me again and you'll regret it.

But I thought...

Survival gear will only get me so far.

There's a bank on Leonato Street.

I need £10,000, cash.

You have 40 minutes. - Taxi's waiting outside.

You are coming with us.

I'm not going anywhere with him.

Have you lost your mind?!

This is not up for debate.

We need to figure out who's behind this and fast.

Fine. Genuinely, one more word out of your mouth...

You can't stop me from talking.

It's his stag do.

He's tying the knot tomorrow.

Hello.

Hello. So, no sign of the woman,

but we do think that the hotel porter knows Keeler.

His name's Warwick.

Does the name Warwick ring any bells?

Warwick Samms.

Former shoplifter, drug dealer, pain in my neck.

They're acquainted.

He hasn't made any moody phone calls, has he?

Not in the last half-hour, no.

- He's not Dr. Ekeles then. - It's a business card.

Gratiano Management. Oh, okay.

We've got a lead, so we'll see you back at the office.

Right. See you there.

See you where?

If I'm not at that bank in 32 minutes, I'm done for.

Listen, we'll make it, alright? Don't worry.

Drive!

Fascist.

Do you even know what a fascist is?

Yeah. I'm looking at one.

Why don't we wait in reception? Hmm?

Oh. It's a modelling agency.

There she is.

I've slept with a model?

What do you want, a high-five for that?

Well, that photograph is not on my phone.

So I must've taken it with hers.

So she must have sent it to Dr. Ekeles.

- Let's bring her in. - Yeah, good idea.

Let's just get a warrant card, shall we?

I'm sure we'll find a way somehow.

Hiya, Mum.

Ti'n iawn?

What photograph?

It's not what it looks like.

Just burn it.

Don't tell Emma.

You sent it to my mother!

Disobey me again and it'll be your wife.

I'm on the way to the bank.

With or without Mr. Hathaway?

That's right, you're being watched.

In my defence, you didn't mention PIs.

All loopholes are now closed.

Ditch the help.

Wait. Eh, look.

if you need to get out of town, I can make arrangements.

I can send you a car. Just tell us your location.

Nice try.

Detective Sergeant, you have 18 minutes remaining.

Get the money, then head back to Henley Street.

Alone.

We need to get moving.

We'll try and find this model, see what she knows.

Did you not hear what Dr. Ekeles said?!

We're all you've got.

You better just hope that Billy was his only spy.

Practically emptied the joint account.

As if Emma's not furious enough already.

Don't worry, you're not actually gonna pay up.

I promised her this year would be different.

Not good at anniversaries, eh?

I wasn't even a great groom.

Too much vino on the wedding night?

Arrested someone at the reception.

That'll do it.

Uhh!

But there's one thing I live by.

I've always been faithful.

We don't know for certain what happened last night.

What?

Uhh!

I said it sounds like your wife's better off without you.

Read the room, Billy.

- Oh. - Better get to Henley Street,

see where Dr. Ekeles is sending me next.

Somewhere in east Warwickshire, by the looks of it.

Ekeles just messaged Billy. He doesn't know we've got him.

"Go to cottage. Keeler arriving in one hour."

Always knew you'd be good for something.

Right, come on. Time to get ahead of this guy.

Drive!

Ooh, quick, Sebastian, she's coming.

I mean... Luigi.

I heard.

Luigi Verifino is as rude as he is pretentious.

Okay.

Look, just don't underestimate her

'cos these model types, they can be ice cold, and, of course,

this one also might turn out to be a ruthless blackmailer,

so-- Hello.

Sorry I'm late. I'm Molly.

Luigi Verifino.

I love the look. Very Balenciaga.

Thank you, that's exactly what I was going for.

And those cheekbones. Who's your agent?

Oh! Me?

No.

I'm not-- I'm just the stylist.

Yeah, I'm-- I'm Gabrielle actually, yeah.

Did you really think I could be a...?

Oh.

So, what am I modelling?

Oh, yes, excellent question.

You are modelling a gorgeous... designer...

scarf.

Hate to be a diva,

but do you mind if I nip to the loo first?

Bursting.

It's fine. It's-- - Through the door.

- I think I love her. - Aww.

Yes. Beautiful.

Yes. Yes. Yes, Molly, I love it.

Now give me fierce.

Just a little adjustment there. Can I just...

So, did you do anything fun last night?

My boyfriend cooked my favourite meal.

- Oh, your boyfriend? - Beans on toast.

With cheese. - Ah, lovely.

I thought you might be out partying.

You know, clubs and restaurants, hotels.

That's not really me.

Gorgeous. Now show me terror.

Yes.

There's a wolf coming.

Ah!

And then what about after dinner?

Anything then?

- I went to see my mum. - Oh.

She's not around much,

and family's the most important thing in the world.

And work, obviously.

Take five. The battery's low.

Well done. That was really good.

Between you and me, Gab, this might be my last ever gig.

Oh, really?

You come into some money, have you?

I wish. Priorities change, you know?

Being a model sounds so glam, travelling the world and stuff.

But I'd much rather be home with the people I love.

Mm.

Come on, just another hour.

Take it off yourself.

No sign of anyone. Front door's unlocked.

But look who's staying here.

Dr. Ekeles. I was spelling it with a "C."

- Two C's. - He's not a cake, Billy.

Don't tell me we've just been abandoned

in the middle of nowhere.

And you left the duct tape on the back seat...

Alright, forget about that.

If this is Dr. Ekeles' hideout, he might be nearby.

We need to get inside.

You, bring that gear.

I've got the money. What next?

There's a cottage. I'm sending you the address.

Come on, hurry up.

Oh. Beautiful.

Now let's try... happy bunny.

What's this scarf magazine called again?

I'll have to get my mum a copy.

Oh, eh... All's Wool That Blends Wool.

Yeah. It's a new one.

I could probably put in a word and get you on the front cover.

I thought you were the stylist?

And if this scarf is designer, why does the label say--

Molly, honey, we are nearly done.

We just need that one shot that perfectly captures your truth.

- My truth? - Uh-huh.

Everyone knows the camera always lies.

And real photographers bring spare batteries.

Tell me what's going on!

Yeah. What are you, some kind of pervert?!

- I've got pepper spray. - Look, we are not dangerous.

- We? I just... - Yeah. We.

We-- We are just trying to help DS Keeler.

Who?

Come on, Molly. Blackmail's a serious crime.

You're not a serious criminal, are you?

No.

I met him in some bar.

We got drunk and went back to his hotel.

- What, and then you...? - Nothing.

I mean, he was too hammered anyway,

but even if he wasn't, I'd never blackmail someone.

I've gotta go...

...right after I use your bathroom again.

Sorry.

Oh. She's too sweet to be a villain.

Hmm. But she's hiding something.

Probably a UTI, judging by the amount she goes to the loo.

She's giving up modelling.

And those ginger tablets, people use those for morning sickness.

She's pregnant?

But she left her boyfriend at home to go on a bender

with a random older man.

With Keeler.

Oh.

What kind of sicko brings Turkish delight to a stakeout?

I am sorry Jelly Babies weren't on the list.

Blame Dr. Ekeles. - You know what I think?

You're Dr. Ekeles.

If you're trying to do this to mess with me,

mate, it won't work.

That is quite possibly the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

So why's he got your name with the letters jumbled up?

Look, Frank.

He's right. It's an anagram.

Who's the dummy now?

This is me, calling myself then, is it?

Brainiac.

Er, I'm almost there. I see a cottage up ahead.

Good. There's a shed in the garden.

Leave everything inside. - Then what?

Go home to your wife.

If you've done what I asked,

you'll never hear from me again.

It's too easy.

This is personal. He's using an anagram of your name.

Yeah. Agreed.

And he's probably disguising his voice

so I don't recognise it, and it's worked.

I haven't got a clue who this is.

No. But you've got what he wants.

We'll text him Billy's report and say you've made the drop.

Then we wait for him to come and get it.

Right, let's get this stuff in the shed.

I want to catch this man red-handed.

- Hey, Frank, it's me. - Obviously.

So, we met Molly, and, Frank, you would love her.

What, the home-wrecker?

Well, that's the thing, you see?

She swears nothing happened with her and Keeler.

But we felt like she knew something, so we followed her

and guess where she went? Back to the hotel.

What, the hotel with the porter

who just happens to hate Keeler's guts?

She did mention a boyfriend.

Good work. Call me when she meets him.

Okay.

So I didn't cheat on my wife.

Looks like you're off the hook.

Warwick Samms.

Now, if that halfwit is behind this,

there's gonna be evidence everywhere.

- Something's not right. - Yeah, this is slave labour.

I should unionise.

Warwick's not a wanted man.

And if he wanted to flee the country,

there's easier ways than blackmailing a copper.

What if the idea was to keep you distracted?

Distracted from what?

Frank.

Frank.

Hello.

You better get over to Keeler's house, sharpish.

His wife might be in danger.

Okay. Drop me the address. I'm on my way.

Right, she's going in. Don't take your eyes off her.

Okay. You be careful.

Oh. Oh.

Hello.

Sorry, erm, my car has broken down and I just--

Er, my phone has also, yeah, that's--

Needs some charge and I wondered if you could help?

False alarm.

Yes, Emma, coffee would be lovely.

She's okay? - Yeah, she's fine.

Which is more than I can say for her anniversary meal.

Do you want me to stay with her?

Just to be safe. Thanks, Lu.

Right, there's a car parked around the back.

There must be a spare key somewhere, right?

Er, er, Emma's okay. She's with Lu.

I don't know what's so funny. If anything happened to her,

it'd be your fault for being a lying, cheating pig!

This is all your fault for helping that psychopath!

- Get off me! - I nearly had a heart attack!

Well, it serves you right for trying to steal my girlfriend.

- What?! - What?!

It's true, Frank.

He's been seeing Molly behind my back.

What is this all about?

I can't tell you.

You know what? This wasn't worth the money.

Don't blame me.

I only got involved, because I was desperate.

Well, well, well.

"Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows."

That's right, we know everything.

Well, you might wanna explain it to me,

cos I ain't got the foggiest.

Oh, really? And how do you two know each other?

We don't. I caught her snooping around.

I recognised her from the photo you showed me.

Alright.

Why don't we just start from the top, hmm?

When I clocked in last night,

there was an envelope of cash with a note from a guest.

You know? Do not disturb.

You mean hush money.

Well, when someone tips that much, you don't question it.

Plus I saw Keeler's name on the booking.

And I can't stand the guy, but I don't mess with coppers.

Hmm.

- It wasn't me. - Then who? Your boyfriend?

He's got nothing to do with this.

It would be understandable, in a way,

if you were trying to raise some cash.

Babies are expensive.

How did you...?

You've got it all wrong.

I haven't even told Billy I'm pregnant yet.

Billy? Not Billy the Brick?!

I met Molly last year at the community roller disco.

She saw past all me mistakes,

made me see that I'm not just a waste of oxygen.

Hey, you're not.

But lately she's been acting strange.

Then a phone arrived in the post this morning.

What did Dr. Ekeles say to you?

That Molly was leaving me... for that pig.

But if I just kept tabs on him for a day,

he'd be taken care of.

You weren't being paid?

Molly taught me

that there's more important things than money.

I can't live without her, Frank.

Nothing happened between us, you have my word.

I mean, I'd like to think I've got higher standards than that.

Hey. Show some respect for my missus.

Yeah?! You show some for mine!

Billy, your girlfriend is not gonna leave you.

And your Emma is happily sipping coffee with Lu, as we speak.

That's not possible.

We don't keep coffee in the house. Emma's acutely allergic.

It could be fatal.

Won't be a sec.

Oh, that's fine, take your time.

Oh! Hi.

Just seeing if you had any milk.

I'm afraid we seem to be out of coffee.

That's fine. That's fine.

I might just check if my phone's charged.

I warned him to ditch the PIs.

Ekeles' voice: Such a shame he didn't listen.

Their phones must be switched off.

I can't wait 90 minutes for a cab.

There must be a key somewhere.

It's time to call it in, Joe.

It's too risky, send them racing in with blues and twos.

I wanna go home, Frank. I need to see Molly.

I know. But Joe needs to see his wife.

And I wouldn't mind knowing that Lu's okay and all.

How did Dr. Ekeles get a photo from your wedding?

No idea.

Clearly obsessed with our marriage.

Or maybe it's something else

that happened 10 years ago today?

Like you arresting a guest maybe?

No, she wasn't a guest. She was the photographer.

You can't nick me for helping.

I've always hated selfies.

They make my poor nose look enormous.

It's the wide-angle lens. It always stretches the image.

Oh.

But not this image.

It's like you said, the camera always lies.

Keeler wasn't taking the photograph.

He was reaching for the camera.

He was off his face when I walked in.

I just treated it like a modelling job.

Who was behind the camera, Molly?

Who is it that you're so desperate to protect?

She showed up on the morning of our wedding day.

Said our photographer was sick and she was filling in.

I didn't think anything of her.

You had a lot on your mind.

Later, when we were cutting the cake, I noticed she'd gone AWOL.

I went looking for her and I found her,

behind the catering tent, loading a rifle.

Irene Ago. - Hang on.

Turns out she was a notorious assassin.

She'd evaded the authorities for years.

Irene?

Who's worth assassinating at your wedding?

Arden's Chief Constable happens

to be a very close family friend.

Can I say something?

Sebastian.

Keeler wasn't drunk.

His drink was spiked and he was dragged to the hotel room,

where Molly posed with him

because she was desperate to please the photographer.

Irene Ago.

I tried to tell you, Irene's Molly's mum.

She just got out of prison.

I thought you knew her.

She's been driving us around all day.

She was right in front of me?

You were sat there, and you didn't say anything?!

But I couldn't, could I? He put tape on my mouth.

I can't believe I let her use me.

I knew she was a total psycho.

You should probably warn Lu.

She said she'd kill me if I called out to warn you.

It's okay.

You've got a lovely house.

Beats the inside of a prison cell.

You can't blame Joe for stopping you.

He's a detective.

Please.

He was an oblivious groom

who stumbled into the biggest arrest of his career.

A trifling... simpleton who has no idea who I am.

Or what I'm capable of!

The kind of detective

who doesn't recognise danger

when she's sitting right in front of him.

Maybe you're just not that memorable.

No offence, like, as in, maybe girl next door--

Trust me, he's not gonna forget what's coming next.

Come on!

If Irene was such a brilliant assassin,

she could've got to Emma at any time.

Why make you gather up all that stuff?

- To torture me. - No, hang on, right.

If you were investigating yourself, what would you see?

A man acting erratic.

Emptying his bank account, gathering supplies.

And renting a secluded hideaway with an alias so obvious

even Billy could work it out. - Thanks.

And if I found that hideout,

I'd find the scratched-out photograph.

Along with bin bags, rope, a shovel,

all the other red flags on the shopping list.

She's framing me for Emma's murder.

Is she?

It's green.

Joe? - What?

The light, it's green.

It was going to be so simple.

Dodgy detective kills his wife.

Police get a tip-off, catch him cleaning up.

Then your partner decided to mess up my narrative.

Frank's got a talent for getting in the way.

And I have a talent for improvising.

I only planned to follow them.

Who knew he'd climb in the cab? - Your plan's failed, Irene.

'Cos Frank will be Keeler's alibi.

Or was he his accomplice?

One ex-copper helping out the other.

For £10,000, perhaps.

You want to frame them both?

It was cleaner before you turned up uninvited.

Maybe you suspected what they were up to,

caught them in the act,

Keeler panicked, and killed the lot of you.

Bit of a stretch. Don't you think?

More plausible than some wild tale of blackmail and coercion.

Joe stopped you before, and he'll do it again.

He'll be on his way here now.

That's exactly what I'm counting on.

I knew I should've told Lu to stay put.

If anything happens to her, this is on me.

- It's not too late. - He's right, Frank.

I know it in my heart. - Look, I actually know it.

I can't be framed for murder

if I'm miles away at the time of death.

Not true.

And Irene's not gonna hurt them till you're closer to home.

The phones. She's tracking them.

We need to get there undetected.

Bet you're fed up of hearing about me and Frank.

We're not as bad as he makes out.

I'm sorry. Joe's never mentioned you.

Oh.

Well, he won't talk to me about work.

I could barely name his colleagues,

let alone invite them for dinner.

If he thinks he can outsmart me?

But if he's gonna put his work before his family,

he can at least help me understand why, couldn't he?

Aah!

You get him here or die!

If you're gonna kill us anyway, why should she help you?

Okay, fine, fine.

Ugh!

Tamora, call Joe Keeler.

Calling Hubby.

- Emma?! - Joe. Joe, Joe, Joe.

She's got us tied up in the living room.

But, Joe, you need-- - I'll be there in half an hour,

I promise. - Try harder, Detective.

You were closer than that when you dumped my phones.

Let them go, Irene. It's me you want.

Yet it's because of you, in five minutes,

they'll both be dead.

Tick-tock.

They're in the living room. Front of the house.

Back door then.

Door's locked.

I've got this.

You just carry that around all day?

It's his house, Billy. He's got a key.

Sorry. Force of habit.

I know what it's like having a husband with a secret life.

Literally, in my case.

If you think that Keeler cares more about work than you,

then you're wrong.

Why does he insist on keeping me in the dark?

Probably just wants to protect you from all the awful things

he has to deal with every day.

He doesn't need to do that, does he?

Everyone knows it's not healthy to keep things bottled up.

No, you're right. It's stupid.

I'm sure you find it really infuriating,

but hey, that's love, isn't it?

If he truly loved you,

he'd be here to witness your final breath.

Ah, well, at least you've got each other.

We need a distraction.

Tamora, lights out.

Run!

Tamora, lights on!

- Where's Emma? - Help!

- Stay back. - Alright. Hear me out, yeah?

I heard you at the press conference--

"A bungling assassin is no match for Arden's finest."

Sounds worse out of context.

I've taken down oligarchs, CEOs, politicians.

You destroyed my legacy.

- Nobody knew who you were. - Exactly.

I was the phantom.

But you reduced me to...

to 10 years in a cage.

All I did was save a man's life.

Do you want me to apologise for that?

She wants you to tell her she's brilliant.

Even though all her clever plans have failed.

Shut up.

I don't need his validation, I'm doing this for me.

You've done it.

You've proven I'm no match for you.

- I said stay back! - You win, Irene.

Please. Let her go.

I'm not finished.

You were supposed to suffer in the same way that I suffered.

That's not gonna work, Irene. We've got you cornered.

I fancy my chances, Missy.

What about your daughter's chances?

Where is she?

She's in the company of our most unhinged associate...

I never cared that she missed all of my school plays.

I only ever wanted her to love me.

Oh.

Some people just aren't capable of love.

Erm...

Ugh! Well played.

Now we both have something that belongs to the other.

I don't "belong" to anyone.

Emma, please. Let's make a trade, right?

Everyone walks away alive. Yes, Frank?

- It can be arranged. - I've got a better idea.

- Oi, Billy. - Mrs. Ago.

Be a good boy and grab her, would you?

What? No. Don't you dare touch me.

Molly would want you to help me.

But you made me think she was leaving me.

No, Billy, you're her soulmate.

And if you send me back to prison,

she'll never forgive you.

Don't listen to her, Billy.

And you'll never get to meet your unborn child.

What? I'm having a baby?

I'm sorry, is this man a friend of yours?

Absolutely not.

And if he has one functioning brain cell

in that thick head of his, he'll sit the hell down!

Stop talking about me like that!

Nice one, Keeler. Great work.

Look at this. The wheel has come full circle.

Think about what you're doing, Billy.

What's there to think about?!

I'm not having my kid grow up like I did.

Enough of the chit-chat.

This is what's gonna happen--

I'm sorry. Sorry, I was--

I was thinking about the Birmingham derby in '97.

- What? - Yeah.

That equaliser, it was a farce, wasn't it, eh?

Ah.

Yes. No, I remember that goal.

That-- That was a joke. - In the 90th minute.

The villa keeper had the ball in his possession,

and then the striker just--

He just knocked the ball straight out of his hand.

What is this?

Some kind of psychological tactic or something?

Billy! Oi!

You get off me! Get--

You're all gonna regret this. - Maybe.

Molly wouldn't want me to hurt anyone. She's a pessimist.

Pacifist.

Looks like you've finally met your match there, Irene.

- I love you. - I love you too.

Ugh!

We didn't play Birmingham in '97.

Molly!

Billykins!

Is it true? Am I gonna be a daddy?

I was waiting for the right time to tell you.

You're not mad, are you?

Molly, you mustn't blame yourself.

You simply weren't born with your mother's intellect.

At least I was born with a heart.

And I'm done wasting it on selfish people who never change.

Darling, please.

Irene, next year, send me a card.

Hey, Keeler, about these two lovebirds.

Now, technically they didn't actually break any laws...

17. They broke 17 laws.

Very specific.

But, having said that,

they were clearly manipulated

and they didn't know what they were doing.

So...

So we're free to go?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks, brother. Oh!

Alright, alright, okay, that's enough.

If this baby's a boy, we're gonna call him Jim.

My name's Joe.

Go on. Before he changes his mind.

You really came through for me, Frank.

I appreciate it.

Nah, well, I was just doing me job.

No.

It wasn't just me who nearly lost someone today.

I saw how worried you were, for Lu.

- Were you now? - Nah.

Just-- just worried about getting paid.

Oh, yeah, the fee.

Can't act like I don't have it on me.

There you go. - Oh, guys.

Keep it. Happy anniversary.

Oh, thanks, Lu. Thanks for everything.

And maybe we could stay in touch?

Yeah, yeah, I'd like that.

And you're alright with that, aren't you?

- Yeah. Er, one more thing. - Hmm?

Get the hell off of my crime scene.

Ah, that's very good, that.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hey, did you hear that, Seb? Frank was worried about me.

- Aw, big old softy. - Yeah, because you love me.

Alright.

In that terrifying moment

when I thought something had happened to you, I realised...

I couldn't imagine my life without you in it.

Oh.

And then she gave that big old wad of money back to Keeler.

- Yeah, she did. Come on. - And that ruined it all.