Original subtitles

We need more resources on this migrant issue.

Why? There was a car outside the migrant centre.

Took off when they saw us. Came up false plates.

Have you talked to any community workers?

RAB: That protest. Did you look at who attacked them?

Dubliners.

They're coming in here, they're taking people's grievances

and turning up the heat.

TOMMY: The last time we were onto Lee Thompson,

he was using his old army buddies to move drugs.

What if he never changed what he was doing?

You and Tina McIntyre killed two members of the Ginley gang.

The reason you're not dead already is because

I'm making money, and so are they.

We're already running on a skeleton crew

and they want to close a police station?

It's a numbers game.

We need to keep pushing those statistics.

We make a difference in the small things,

we can start to make a difference in the big ones.

Really? Because right now it feels like

we're not making a difference to anything.

GERRY ON VIDEO: No, no, no! GUNSHOTS

MALE OFFICER: Shots fired.

JUDGE: Mr McIntyre,

you will not disrupt the proceeding of this court.

TINA: He can't get through the trial. His head's gone.

You're asking us to stop a murder trial.

Nah, I'm telling ya.

Members of the jury, I hereby direct you

to find the defendants not guilty.

SANDRA: I know you had something to do with that.

There's something I want to show you.

What's that?

The truth.

This is over. No, it isn't.

You're not from here.

You don't really understand how things work.

Oh, but I do, Tina.

ANNIE: OK, erm...

...would you rather...

...not be able to stop laughing at a funeral

or not be able to stop crying at a wedding?

Mmm...

Crying at a wedding.

Cos you can always say that you're happy and emotional.

Mmm.

Would you rather...

...always have to say everything that's in your head or...

Or never speak again?

Never, ever speak again.

It's pretty dark in there, like.

THEY CHUCKLE

Oh, God.

Car.

Is he stopping? Yeah.

Plates?

Oh, I can't make those out.

Somebody's getting out.

Grace, is that the car from the other day?

What's he doing?

No... Go, go, go!

ENGINE STARTS

SIREN WAILS

What's he doing?

No. No, no, no!

GLASS SMASHES

HISSING

Are we OK?

Yeah, go on.

HE GRUNTS Oh!

SHE GROANS

RADIO BEEPS Uniform from 7-2.

Foot pursuit west on Matchhill Street.

We need backup. Over.

BARNEY OVER RADIO: Roger, 7-2.

Any callsign in the vicinity of Matchhill Street,

come in to Uniform.

Oh, shit...

Uniform from 7-2, we have three pipe bombs.

We have three unexploded pipe bombs

in the back of this car.

We need backup now, Barney! Backup now!

Received, 7-2. Cordon the area.

SHOUTS: Get inside the house now, please!

Where's that backup, please, Barney?!

7-2, Uniform 7-0 is one minute out.

HE GRUNTS

SHE GASPS, SHRIEKS

SHE GROANS

Annie?!

SIREN BLARES

Get off me!

HE SCREAMS

HE GROANS

SHE PANTS

Look, we need to cordon this area off now!

The whole area. There are three unexploded pipe bombs

in the back of that car.

Annie?!

Annie?

Annie?!

SHE PANTS

Annie, are you OK?!

Yeah. OK.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

Are you sure? Yeah, I'm OK. Yeah.

SIRENS APPROACH

SHE PANTS

GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS

DOORBELL CHIMES

SHE EXHALES SLOWLY

Hi.

Can I come in?

Um... It's not a good time.

I'm sorry.

Can you live with it, Helen?

With what? With all those secrets you're carrying.

I had nothing to do with what happened in that court.

But your boss did, didn't she?

And you're all in it together.

No, it does not work like that.

Doesn't it?

CAR APPROACHES

Um...

What's going on?

The Chief Inspector was just leaving.

Come in, Jen.

Hi. Hi.

Ma'am.

What is this?

There's something I need to know.

Ma?

What happens now?

Now...

...we just get on with it.

Your dad's trial's next,

and there's a good chance

he's going to get away with time served.

And then, we have some decisions to make.

As a family.

What kind of decisions?

Well, we've plenty of money.

It's maybe time to start enjoying it?

Listen, son.

Will people talk about

what happened in that courtroom?

Maybe.

Will they be able to prove anything?

Nah.

So everything's going to be OK?

Couple of weeks, this will all blow over,

like it always does.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Helen.

Sit down.

OK.

Go on, ask me.

What happened in that court case, ma'am?

MI5 said if it continued, the source would be exposed.

There was nothing I could do, Helen, nothing I could say.

Will that be all, ma'am?

No. I'm afraid not.

You're about to receive an email.

From headquarters.

Three pipe bombs, a petrol bomb...

Did you get a look at this person?

No, sir, he was masked.

I think I hurt him, to be honest. Erm...

I...I put my finger in his eye.

Ah.

Oh...

And why were youse there?

Because... we had a feeling.

Oh, you had a feeling, right?

Yeah.

HE SCOFFS

Do you have any thoughts, sir?

Thoughts?

Do you have any thoughts about who's behind all this?

Constable, I'm Special Branch.

If I was to tell you all my thoughts,

I'd be ordinary branch, wouldn't I?

Right, come on, Annie.

Oh, so you're Conlon?

Yeah?

OK, thanks.

I can't believe you're showing me this.

I need corroboration.

Corroboration? What... what can I do?

No, I-I-I... I can't be involved in this!

This is what you do, isn't it?

Legacy cases. State collusion.

Sandra, that is my mother's signature!

Fuck!

And it was my husband, Jen.

It was Gerry!

No. I can't.

Oh, is this what you want?

To spend your whole life trying to unearth the truth,

except for this one time?!

This one time when it really fucking matters!

I don't understand what you think I can do!

Did your mother ever say anything

about her role in the Branch?

Any connection with informants, agents - any of it?

Did she ever talk about it?

LAPTOP BEEPS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

All right, folks.

As you're aware, Sergeant Cliff has asked

for some privacy at this time.

Now, if anything else changes, I'll let you know.

All right, let's get started.

I know you're angry.

I am, too.

TOMMY: Ma'am?

Can you tell us why the court case collapsed?

I can't, no.

ANNIE: Do you know, ma'am?

Excuse me?

Do you know why but you just can't tell us?

I'm sorry, that's all I have to say on the matter.

You all know that, recently, I've been pushing you

to increase our crime statistics.

I don't want you to do that any more.

It's no longer a priority.

Just back to business as usual, yeah?

MURMURING

STEVIE: Right, folks, you heard the Chief Inspector.

Let's get back out there and do our jobs.

LOCKERS CLATTER

SHE SIGHS

Business as usual, lads.

Aye, what is that exactly?

You know what I think?

I think the problem around here is secrets.

Always has been.

And you know,

I know we all have thoughts

about what exactly is going on,

but we just never come together and share it.

Because it's not our job.

What do you mean, "It's not our job"?

What's the alternative? We just fly blind?

Because that's what we're all doing,

all of us, every day, out there -

just flying bloody blind.

That's what happened to Gerry.

LOCKER SLAMS

He knew he was flying blind.

He knew we all were.

And it drove him mad.

That's why he went in there that day.

Because he knew that the McIntyres

were working with the Ginleys,

and he knew nobody was going to do anything to stop it.

Well, exactly!

But what do we think?

What do we think, here, now, all of us?

Oh, come on, guys.

Right. I'll go.

Lee Thompson's running drugs.

And the Ginleys own the drugs.

So, somebody's making this migrant issue ten times worse,

and it's not just locals.

Anybody else?

Tina McIntyre stopped that court case.

Don't know how, but she did.

Bosses here knew about it, but they didn't object.

Annie, come on. We don't know that, like, for sure.

Do you want my instincts or not?

They're throwing sand.

SHANE: She's right.

The McIntyres and the Ginleys throw sand in our faces,

to blind us.

And threats against cops.

The bomb attack on the Chief Super.

Getting those dissidents to try and take you out last year.

They're taking the problems we're dealing with anyway

and they're making them worse.

SHE SCOFFS

"Business as usual."

JEN: So, that's why Gerry went there that day...

...that it happened.

He'd been watching the McIntyre empire grow for years.

I think it finally got too much for him.

She, um...

She told me...

...that she cleaned everything up.

How do you mean?

My mum, um...

Around the time I was born,

they had a clear-out of agents.

Informants.

They paid some of them off.

Handed others over to MI5.

She did that.

And that meeting in the court yesterday,

I think that was MI5, too.

So, it fits.

Yeah.

It fits.

CROCKERY CLINKS

John, it's still early.

What do you think happened there?

What are you on about? Look at it!

I don't know what you're saying any more.

Court case collapsing like that.

The McIntyres.

It stinks.

This has to stop, John.

You're seeing things.

And even if there is something behind it, so what?

Who cares any more?

I fucking care!

The reason you're thinking about all this,

it's because you don't want to think about him!

Don't you...

You don't want to think about Ciaran.

Don't say that!

What? His name?

Ciaran? He was our son, John!

And maybe you want to deal with this by not thinking

about him and not talking about him, but I can't, OK?!

I have to talk about him!

SPLASHING

CAN CLATTERS

Enough is enough!

DOOR SLAMS

TINA: You couldn't wait a couple of days?

I told you to wait, and you couldn't.

The people I represent are not patient.

We had a deal.

Yeah, the deal was you would listen to me.

I had two peelers walk in

on the shipment yesterday. Um...

They're onto Lee.

Oh. So, he's useless?

No, no, he's not useless. I told you there was a plan.

The peelers will look at him, the way they looked at us.

We move the business somewhere else, keep one step ahead.

Same as always. The old magic.

Good. So, we move this shipment today.

Today? Nah, no way. Why not?

Well, we're not ready!

I'm afraid that doesn't work for me.

You see, the deal was, you would move a certain amount of my product,

twice a week, no questions asked.

And recently, you've been falling behind.

Well, I've been trying to make sure my family...

Yeah, in a court case, yes. A high-profile one.

Your son's name all over the news.

Your family affairs.

Publicity, intrigue, speculation.

It's not how I like to do business!

Well, that's all over now.

Oh, I hope so.

Otherwise, I walk away,

and you know where that leaves you.

Every Ginley in Dublin coming north,

looking for your head?

You have a backup plan, Mrs McIntyre,

you always do.

Make it happen.

Today.

KNOCK AT DOOR

All right, mate?

Er, Grace around?

She is around somewhere.

I just need her to finish her statements

for the McClelland case.

It's going to trial.

Good. Good news. Hmm.

Aye, she'd have been great upstairs.

Well, it'll happen someday.

Yeah, well, not here, though.

Why not here?

Well, I got an email this morning from Headquarters.

They're moving us out to a new hub in Bangor.

Getting rid of Child Protection?

Yeah, in a couple of weeks.

Anyway, just tell Grace to give me a call.

All right? Yeah.

DOOR CLOSES

Not one of those guys on the bus has social media.

Aye, course not.

What about your man, Colly?

From C3.

Would he see you again?

I don't know.

First date didn't go too well.

You're like a big pint of Guinness, mate.

What?

An acquired taste! HE LAUGHS

Grace? Rab says some of those anti-fascists

are from Dublin, right?

These three came down from the public order inquiry team.

Haven't been identified. OK. Email them to me.

Grace?

Ah, Dennis!

God, it's a long time, no see.

Come on. Come in.

Um, Annie?

Annie, can you...?

Me and Dennis were at Garnerville together.

You always wanted to be in CID.

Well done, Dennis.

I heard you made Detective, as well.

So, er...

This threat to Katie Close landed on your desk?

Yeah.

I can't believe I'm giving you background on this.

She can still talk anybody into anything, I see.

Mm-hm. Yep. DENNIS CHUCKLES

Have you got any forensics?

For a note through a letterbox?

Grace, Forensics is backed up for the next three months.

What, you haven't got anything?

Nah. It's a dead end.

Oh, I heard you had a lucky escape

at the migrant centre earlier.

Aye, it was a blast. HE CHUCKLES

What, are you running that, then?

No. C1 pulled it.

That one's locked down.

Organised Crime.

Why would they be on it?

Thank you, Dennis. Thank you.

She was top of the class, you know?

Of course she was.

C1? Uh-huh.

Do you think they'll talk to us?

Well...

You're going to try, aren't you?

I am. SHE LAUGHS

So, what are you going to do?

Get it all out there.

Burn it down.

You don't need to be a part of it.

No?

There's already enough here.

I just needed to hear it from you.

To be sure.

The truth.

Finally.

Yeah.

DOORBELL RINGS

Shit.

He's early.

Who?

You should probably, um...

Let me just...

DOOR OPENS

Hi, David. DAVID: Sandra. I'm, er...

Listen, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday.

Thank you.

DOOR CLOSES Um, I...

I should tell you that, um...

Hi, Jen.

This is fucking ridiculous. We have no choice, Lee!

How?

Split your men up. Other coach companies. Bus tours.

Single tickets on the ferry.

But then, our man in Customs can't help us.

So, we take the risk.

Will they do it, your men?

We're trapped here, aren't we?

Hmm?

We're stuck.

Get it done.

TYRES SCREECH

No, no, no! No.

You're out of your minds, both of you!

Do you know what this is?

This is a time bomb!

It's a ticking time bomb!

No. This is the truth!

Grow up! I'm not...

I think I should go. No! Jen!

Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen... QUIETLY: Oh, fuck.

Why did you invite him here? He was part of it.

And I deserve to know why.

What happened, David? Hmm?

They didn't just recruit an informant, did they?

They recruited a police officer to look after him.

Whatever it is you have to say, I want to hear it, too.

You have no idea what you're dealing with.

Or who.

So tell us!

The fucking Brits!

Security Services. They'll destroy you!

I don't care! Have you thought about this?

Have you actually thought about

what happens when this stuff gets out into the world?!

James McIntyre, in prison, a target.

Lunatic dissidents go after Tina McIntyre, her son...

What, so we go on protecting them?

Let them do what they want

because they might be in danger?!

Yeah.

Well, not any more.

I can't help you.

I don't want your help!

I want you to tell me why you went along with it!

David...

...can I talk to you for a minute?

Alone?

STEVIE: OK, I'll let Constable Foster know

that's all wrapped up.

Sergeant Neil, how would you describe morale at the moment?

Morale? Hmm.

What's that?

Yeah, well.

Suppose it's not surprising,

given the circumstances.

What circumstances?

Er...

Nothing, just... I mean... You mean what?

I just mean that the... that the...

...you know, the general...

...circumstances.

You know, I really have to dash.

PHONE RINGS

Constable Byrne.

Roisin who?

I'm, er, Roisin.

Oh, I know who you are.

It's John.

My husband.

He's, er...

He's in a bad way.

How?

Drinking. Angry.

Has he hurt you? No.

No, um...

But I'm worried about him.

Roisin, why have you...?

Why have you come here to see me?

Because you were there,

with Ciaran.

You came to our house.

Has John committed a crime?

No, but listen...

...I was thinking...

...if you could talk to him...

What?

He won't talk about him, you see? About Ciaran.

He won't mention his name.

And I was thinking that maybe, if he saw you again,

he could talk about it,

or you could talk about it? No.

I need to get him to talk about Ciaran again.

Roisin, I can't do that.

You need to help me! Listen,

there's other people, there's counsellors...

No, no, no, but you were there.

I can't do it. Why not?

Because I can't, all right?

I just can't. BREATHES HEAVILY

There's a notice board at Reception.

You can have a look at that...

SHOUTS: He needs to talk to you! I don't need to talk to him!

BREATH TREMBLES

Bodyworn from inside the bus the first time.

And there, that's...

...bodyworn from the bus yard yesterday.

A list of names.

Cagney and Lacey!

Fuck's sake, lads, Cagney & Lacey!

Right, so...

...a team of workers going back and forth

to sites in England. So what?

We saw them, sir.

They were edgy. Edgy. HE GASPS

Maybe you should call London, set up a Cobra meeting?

What do you reckon?

They were anxious, sir.

Oh, maybe they're doing the double.

Doing the what, sir?

Where you come from, it's called creative accounting.

Doing the double.

Signing on here and working in England.

Happens all the time.

Well, sir, if we could just check...

Look, lads, this is pure speculation.

Well, isn't that what intelligence policing is?

Having a theory and going after it?

Having a theory, yes, but not a fantasy

about ex-squaddies running coke on a fucking tour bus.

Now, do me a favour and get back to your real jobs. Go on.

Piss off. I've got work to be getting on with.

Thank you.

HE SIGHS

QUIETLY: Fuck's sake...

Get me the Military Liaison Officer

at Palace Barracks, please.

Constable, are you out of your mind?

You think we're going to stand here in a car park

and tell you what we're working on?

Oh, well, it would help.

You know that car that we recovered?

The Ginleys are involved, aren't they?

What makes you say that?

Well, it landed on your desk. C1.

Organised Crime. Sir, we should go.

So fucking predictable.

What did you say to me, Constable?

I said it's so FUCKING predictable, sir.

Annie... No, hold on a second, Grace,

this could be the Ginleys.

There were three viable bombs in that car.

We're risking our lives out there.

We should be told about this stuff! OK. OK.

They scrubbed the serial number

off the chassis, but they missed one on the axle.

Connected to the Ginleys, yeah. Sir! Just hold on!

Now, what have you got for me?

A threatening letter was sent

to an anti-migrant protester, a Katie Close.

What? What is it?

We found a book with pages just like that,

in the glove box of that car.

We'll take it onboard. No. No. No, I'm not done yet.

Fucking hell...!

Just, er...

...just take a look at these faces.

Now, this lot, they were associated

with an anti-fascist group

that attacked the protesters the other day.

CCTV caught them a mile away when they'd

taken their masks off. So what? Well my guess is,

if you run these faces past the Garda Special Branch,

then it'll turn out to be the Ginleys, too.

Do you see what's happening?

They're the ones that attacked the migrant centre,

and they're the ones that sent that letter. Why?

They're throwing sand.

To blind us.

They've been doing it for years.

Might find that useful.

I'll be in touch.

You know you just swore at a Detective Chief Inspector?

Yep.

Worked, though, didn't it?

Hmm. Yeah.

Mm. Yeah, it did.

CLOCK TICKS

JEN: I know this is out of the blue.

Aye, you could say that.

This is fucking madness!

How are you?

How am I?

HE LAUGHS

Aye.

Aye, grand.

Just, you know... HE SUCKS TEETH

Messy divorce, looking after new recruits every day...

So, mixed bag.

I know some of that's my fault.

No.

No, that was all me.

No, it wasn't, it...

I'm sorry, this is, er...

This is really weird.

GLASS CLINKS

WATER POURS

I think about who I was back then.

Not caring.

Not thinking about the consequences.

Not realising how fragile everything is.

Do you think people can change?

Usually, only when they have to.

Look,

I don't want to be here today.

You don't either. No.

But I don't know, it...

...it feels like being here, facing it all...

...maybe that's HOW we change.

Are you, er...

...OK?

Aye.

Really, Aisling?

Aye.

BANGING ON DOOR

What?!

How did you know I was back?

I'm a community worker, son. We know everything.

Why didn't you come to see me before?

Well, you've been keeping your promise

to stay away from Mags and Henry.

That was good enough for me.

Can I see them now?

Not until you've seen sense.

Rab, I run a bus company.

Do ye, aye?

You think I'm stupid?

A bus company? You?!

Two years ago, you were working for those Dublin bastards!

Now you're not?

Where'd you get the money to start this?

How'd you buy all them buses?

A loan.

A loan, my FUCKING ARSE!

What are youse up to?

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

You haven't changed a bit.

Rab... Rab!

I'm telling the truth.

You know, your da,

he tried to bring you up different.

Better.

Respect people.

Respect yourself!

And look at the fucking state of you!

You have stayed away from your family so far.

You see, if you ever try to change that,

I will come for you...

and I'll fucking skin you alive!

OBJECTS CLATTER

JONTY: So, er...

I went to this security conference in Cambridge.

Peelers, sneaky beakies...

And I thought, cos, well, I was asked to go,

I was Billy Big Balls, you know?

And, er... I met this guy at the bar

and we were yarning away all night and, er...

...a few beers on board, maybe...

...maybe more than a few, um...

Anyway, at the end of the night,

he says to me, um... HE CLEARS THROAT

...his... his organisation could use a wee...

...a wee helping hand with an operation

they were running in my district.

I was, um...

You were what?

I was flattered.

See, they make you feel like, er...

...like they see something special in you.

So, I'm...

...in the loop, and I know all about McIntyre,

or Farset, as they called him.

So, I'm walking round thinking...

..."Jesus, I know things that even chief supers

"and ACCs aren't allowed to know!"

I can see, when I say it out loud now...

...I feel fucking stupid.

They used you. Aye.

They did.

And when Gerry was killed...

...they dropped me like a hot stone.

I lost absolutely everything.

I'm sorry.

I didn't lose as much as you did.

You wrote me a letter.

Afterwards.

You said that there was no way you could ever make up for it.

Putting outsiders before your own.

Yeah, that sounds like me.

Well, I'm not... We're not asking you to make up for it.

You can both leave.

I just...

I just needed to know that it was real.

That he wasn't just...

...chasing shadows.

I'd like to stay.

Yeah, um...

I'd like to stay, too.

But I'm going to have to be a solicitor now.

Ma'am...

Ma'am, with all respect, what the hell is going on here?

We're closing.

We're what?

Blackthorn's closing.

When?

About six weeks.

I'd like you to keep it to yourself for a day or two.

I'm sorry, Stevie.

DOOR OPENS

HE SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

Sorry, ma'am.

NICOLA: Now, practically,

we'll be moving out one department at a time,

leaving Response to last.

First, CID,

then Crime Team,

then Child Protection to follow.

Are you not taking a note of this?

He would hate what I've become.

Who?

Gerry Cliff.

Excuse me, ma'am. There's somebody I need to see.

LAPTOP BEEPS

"As requested, please find

"military service ties to Fergus Greenan."

Military service record...

Oooh...

Look at your ID here, Fergy.

There you are, Fergy.

Oh, Cagney and Lacey...

...you pair of dancers!

"Cagney & Lacey.

"'80s cop show.

"Two female detectives navigate the mean streets of New York

"whilst juggling complex personal lives."

Show us?

I'm her.

What's that?

Salade nic...

...nicois... nicoise, sir.

Salade nicoise?

In my day, it was a couple of battered sausages

and a Regal King Size. HE CHUCKLES

That's probably why there's not many of us left.

Anyway, don't say I didn't do anything nice for you.

This guy's a soldier. Served with Lee Thompson.

Well, are you going to put some surveillance on him, sir?

Oh, God, aye. Going to put my best operator on him, son, so I am.

What have you got here?

You've got a squaddie on a bus!

Let me know how it works out for youse.

DOOR CLOSES So, what now?

Numbers policing, mate.

Come on.

Those three faces we showed the Chief Inspector?

It's a match.

Ginleys.

I knew it!

We're doing their bloody job for them!

So, where are we going? To tell somebody the truth.

What about the press?

JEN: No. Too messy. Unpredictable.

There's things they can do to squash the story,

manipulate it. So, what, then?

We go to the Police Ombudsman.

Geraldine?

Jen, she's a nightmare!

Well, yeah. Exactly.

Look, she's completely independent -

of the police, MI5, everyone.

She can't be prosecuted under the Official Secrets Act

if information is given to her in good faith.

She can't look into MI5, though.

No, but if it's big enough,

which this is, she'll announce she's starting an investigation

involving a source who worked for the police and MI5,

ask for a freeze on all records,

call for a public inquiry if she wants.

It'll snowball.

Great!

I'll call her. No, you can't.

Why not?

This needs to be as strong as possible, right?

To minimise their lines of attack?

You're his wife.

They'll use that.

OK...

Fine, I'll do it.

It's not like they can fuck up my career.

You can't. You're implicated.

You're part of it all.

Well, you can't do it.

It involves your mum. It'll look like family business.

DOORBELL RINGS

Helen, look, I told you.

Just hear me out, OK?

Helen...!

TOMMY: So, what?

We just sit here and see if he comes out?

You see that car out the front?

I'm assuming that's his.

If we can get him driving that, we can search it on the spot.

Just need half a reason.

Well, you're certainly getting on C3's radar.

Fuck's sake... Well done.

You, too. What?

Mate, I'm not doing this for me.

So, who are you doing it for, then?

For the people of Belfast, Tommy, maybe...?!

Go on, put on some of your shite music there, will you?

Shane, it's not shite music, OK?

Tommy, it is a bit.

He was a different person before he met you.

He was still funny. He was still...

...a rascal.

But he was sadder.

Like he'd...

...lost something along the way.

You drove him mad, of course.

And you, he did not know what to make of you at all.

But the day he met you, he found what he was looking for.

This organisation screwed him in life,

and then, again, in death.

I stood over that.

Until now. I can't do that any more.

And I know it's been a long time

since you felt you could trust me,

and if you want me to walk out that door

and never come back again, I will,

but I know that you two came back

because of something else.

And I want to be part of it.

ANNIE: Right, so, what should we tell Katie Close?

I'm going to tell her that the threat is real, it's serious,

and maybe she needs to think about leaving her house

for a few nights. Seriously?

I'm deadly serious.

I tell you something,

you have a fire in your belly today!

More than usual, I mean.

I just think we need to make more of a dent in this place.

Is that him?

Yep.

And that's the rucksack from the garage.

All right.

ENGINE STARTS SIRENS WAIL

ANNIE: OK.

I'm obs.

Right, well, I'll come, too.

Well, no...

Let me do this.

Yeah, but she hates you.

She hates you more.

Yeah, fair do's...

DOORBELL RINGS

HELEN: Can I speak to Geraldine Gilroy?

This is Chief Inspector McNally from Blackthorn Station.

MAN: Yes, Chief Inspector. Please hold.

HE KNOCKS

WINDOW SQUEAKS

I'm stopping you under Article 180,

for driving across the white line.

Driving licence?

I don't have it with me.

Turn the ignition off

and step out of the car.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

DOORBELL RINGS

Stand there for me.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

DOORBELL RINGS

POUNDING DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

HELEN: Hello, Geraldine...

I have some documents I think you need to see.

GRUNTING

TOMMY GROANS

Hey! Hey!

No!

FERG GROANS

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

MUSIC STOPS

Don't open the door!

DEBRIS PATTERS

TINNITUS WHINE DOGS BARK FURIOUSLY

HER BREATH TREMBLES