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MUSIC: Nocturne op.9 No.2 by Frederic Chopin

HE GRUNTS

ALARM BLARES

HE GRUNTS

Did you enjoy that?

Do you know what?

I actually did.

Good lad. Next one.

MUSIC STOPS

Hey, I'm still buzzing, you know?

It's adrenaline, that.

Best drug in the world.

METALLIC CLANK

All right? - Yeah.

Oh, it's warm in here.

Must have left the heating on.

I'll check the front.

KETTLE BOILS

FOOTSTEPS

I'm going straight to bed. Do me a favour.

Give your aul' fella a ring, and tell him I'd like a word.

About what? -The Phelans.

See you tomorrow.

They're still out there, you know.

Oh, don't worry about it. Worst gang in the fucking world, that lot.

HE SCOFFS

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE BEEPS REPEATEDLY

Oh, for God's sake.

Shit!

What is it?

Your mate. It's got to be.

BOAT HORN

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yep?

He would like to see you before you leave.

I'm ready to leave...

..right now.

OK, let's do it.

Diana, you are leaving me.

You wanted to see me?

The gift.

Your phone.

I have deleted Michael's films on your device.

I have copies.

You have your medication?

Yes. -Good.

And good luck.

Boy or girl?

Either...

..would be perfect.

Yes. - Yes.

You know, he wanted to take you to the airport himself.

I insisted I should drive you.

Why's that?

He didn't want to let you go.

Is this over?

I hope so.

We need it to be over.

PHONE VIBRATES

If you've notified the insurance people,

there's not much more you can do.

ON PHONE: - It's all gone. -If it's completely gutted,

it might mean a new premises.

I'll check how long's left on the lease,

but I'm not spending money I don't have to.

I'll let you know what they say.

OK. Yeah. Thanks, Carol. - All right.

Go home and get yourself some sleep.

I will. - Bye. Bye.

Bye, love.

Not good? - Fires never are.

Morning.

Morning, girl. -We're up early.

Hmm. - We are.

Do you two need to be left alone or...?

Absolutely not.

Five of the businesses have been torched. Early hours.

Oh, my God, you are joking.

Do you have any idea who did it?

No.

It's Banksey.

At least that would be straightforward.

Or convenient. - It's him.

Who knows you're talking to the Albanians?

We're not.

We're not what? - Talking to Tirana,

via Amsterdam.

Five of the shops were attacked last night.

Set on fire.

How bad's the damage?

At least three months' income. And laundry.

Christ, that's all we need.

It's Banksey.

Melissa, drag Jamie out of bed.

He needs to hear this. -Yeah.

We need to respond.

Today. This morning.

Respond how, Elaine?

We can't lose five businesses and do fuck all.

We need to hit back.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Morning. -Morning, son. Sleep OK?

Couldn't. So I didn't.

Do you want a brew? - Please.

Two sugars?

Affirmative.

Do you think we're OK, Oz?

After last night? -Yeah.

I think we're very much OK.

You were efficient.

Our shit was hot.

The Phelans will be discussing it over their cornflakes.

Did you call your dad?

Yeah, last night.

And then I tried again this morning, but his phone's off.

Do you think he's OK?

He could just be at home in bed.

PHONE VIBRATES

Michael Kavanagh.

You'd better answer it.

Michael.

Freddie, son, we need to meet.

Is me dad with you?

No. He's not.

Then where is he, then?

He's, uh...

Well, he's off-grid.

But I'll tell you about that when we meet.

Should I just knock on at Ozzie Thompson's?

Can he knock on us?

Yeah, sound.

Um, yeah. Fine.

When?

Later this morning. Will you just send me his address?

Why is me dad not calling me?

Well, he wants to, but...

Well, off-grid means just that.

And what about his bag?

Has he got it with him?

Freddie, not over the phone.

I'll see you later, yeah?

OK.

I only asked about the bag

because he wouldn't have it with him.

That would be stupid - and that's not your da.

But I assume it's your future in that bag,

so it's in your best interest to know where it is.

Does that sound fair? - Yeah.

Look, if I'm overstepping the mark, just say, "Shut the fuck up."

Tea. Milk. Two sugars. - Thanks.

Your da's a survivor.

He knows what to do and when to do it.

So next time you speak to Kavanagh, you say to him -

it's only your dad's advice that you want to hear,

no-one else's.

It's what you deserve, yeah?

Yeah.

Do you want some breakfast?

I'm OK, thank you.

Come on, mate.

You need to eat.

We're agents of fucking chaos, aren't we, me and you, eh?

We need feeding.

DULL THUD

What's that?

All right, quick, out the back door. Go on.

What about you? -It's all right. I'll sort it. Go, go, go, go!

Did you miss me, lad?

Ozzie Thompson, Jamie Phelan.

Ah. Lad, if you'd have knocked, I'd have let you in.

Yeah? Well, I'm not in the mood. Is he here?

Who are we talking about? Banksey?

He's gone. I said all this to your mother.

Right. Search the house. Fucking everywhere.

Try not to make a mess!

Lads, you're going about this all the wrong way.

Just tell me what you want.

HE GRUNTS

CRUNCHING, SCREAMING

OZZIE GROANS

Get him in the kitchen. Get him in there.

All right, all right.

Been trying to sell us Banksey, eh?

What if I'm not buying?

Where the fuck is he? -Stop breaking things.

Where the fuck is he?

He's gone underground, hasn't he?

He phoned his lad this morning and said as much.

How'd you know he phoned his lad if they're long gone?

Well, I must have fucking lied, mustn't I?

I've heard people don't like you, Jamie. I can see why.

HE GROANS

Where's the lem?

Where's the fucking lem? -I don't fucking know!

Well, last night you were asking for six figures.

Six? Tell your ma I meant seven.

So you must know something.

Stop fucking breaking things!

You're going to have to tell me something, Oz.

OK, OK, OK!

Banksey's gone.

Missing.

The charlie, I don't know anything about.

But I could give you his lad, Freddie.

He trusts me. I make him cups of tea.

I give you his lad, and that's leverage, right?

You can take it from there.

All right. When?

When? Well, you've just scared him off a couple of fucking minutes ago.

When he gets back. And he will come back.

You need me.

And you owe me.

RAM CLATTERS

You've been bad-mouthing Ronnie Phelan.

He started it.

Who do you think you are?

Cos I've asked round, and word is, you're fucking nobody.

Your aul' fella's a fucking rat, lad.

Deal with it.

Or what? Is he going to hit me again?

I can do that.

OZZIE LAUGHS

Sound.

Sound.

I'll give you the lad for a fee. Finder's fee.

I need something out of this.

JAMIE SNIFFS

If you don't give me the boy,

you're going to need a fucking ramp.

Right, come ahead. We're off.

Blink, we're going. -SHOUTING FROM OTHER ROOM: - Sound.

HE GROANS

HE EXHALES

Did you believe him?

Will he deliver? Can he deliver?

Mum, I don't know. I hope so.

But Banksey wasn't there.

And hitting him over the head got a little bit fucking pointless.

But, yeah, I do believe him.

Freddie was there.

There was two cups of tea on the side. They were both warm.

Maybe we just should have paid him.

Don't look at me like that.

We have to draw a line, Melissa.

Show a bit of backbone. -We're not weak, Elaine.

We are very close to a very big win.

It's out of your control, babe.

Oh, Bobby, how many ways do you want to say, "I told you so"?

What about the gear we do have?

Well, obviously we've sold most of it,

but what's left is safe and spoken for.

Good. OK.

I still say Banksey would not torch those shops.

Well, who did, then?

Someone else you pissed off.

Nobody knows our business but us.

And you're sure about that?

Still having the party?

Yeah. We are still having the party.

And you're coming.

These are all problems we can and will deal with.

RINGING TONE

VOICEMAIL: - The person you are calling is not available.

Please try again later.

Wait until you see it.

It's, like, off-the-scale unbelievable.

And you defo want balloons?

Yeah, I like balloons. You know I do.

I'm so glad you're here, you know.

What's Dennis doing here?

Did you know he was coming?

No, but I did mention we'd be here for the day.

DENNIS: Hey. -Hi.

I have a flight to catch,

but I needed to speak to you in person.

OK.

Should we be worried?

Maybe.

MELISSA: - Elaine wants a live singer,

but I just think it's the wrong place, wrong vibe.

NANCY: - Well, it depends what kind of singer.

WATER POURS

Thank you.

Dennis has concerns about our small businesses being attacked.

Oh, you heard? -I did.

And I'm wondering why.

People are now looking at you.

Look, it's being dealt with. It's one guy,

a disgruntled employee.

It won't affect our ability to clean cash.

And how many shops?

OK, so we had a busy night,

but it's really not a problem.

For me, it's a fucking problem. For my clients.

Maybe this one guy has spoken to a rival

who now knows that you are talking to me, for example.

We don't have rivals.

Yes, you do.

We have our space, and they have theirs.

And, as you know, it's our plan to bring everyone together.

Which will happen,

if what we're offering to the city is a good deal.

Look, I like you, and your proposal is interesting.

Now is not the right time. You are not ready.

We're talking about a nail bar and a sandwich shop here.

And tomorrow, it could be this club that burns.

Trust me, that's not going to happen.

I hope not.

Dennis, we need to do business of some form.

How about cash only? No credit.

As soon as possible.

And the cash will be clean?

No, the cash will be cash.

Notes.

Which is why I'm offering you a 10% discount.

For every dirty pound, we receive 90 pence worth of cocaine.

We can let you know tomorrow night how much we want to buy.

Can I come back to you? - Yeah.

MUSIC BLARES: Ooh La La by Goldfrapp

Oh, my God. Wow. - Amazing. -How boss is that?

It's so good.

And let there be light.

There's a party here tomorrow night.

You're very welcome to join us.

Bring your answer.

I need la la la la la la

I need ooh la la la la...

PHONE VIBRATES

Diana.

Hi.

I'm at Malaga Airport. I thought you should know.

Oh, thank God.

My stomach's been in knots.

Well, I'm not on the plane just yet,

but assuming all goes well, can you meet me later?

Of course.

Of course I will. Of course I'll meet you.

I feel exactly the same way. - Yeah.

I'll call you when I'm home. -Diana...

So, did he do it?

Michael?

Yeah.

Have you spoken to him? - Briefly.

He's going to pick me up from the airport.

I'm so sorry...

..but none of this is our fault.

None of it.

Yeah, I keep reminding myself the same.

Call me later. I'll...I'll see you later.

Thank you.

All right.

Cheryl!

I'm going to work. - How was Spain?

CHERYL SCOFFS

How very dystopian that you know that!

Can I go now?

Michael Kavanagh's home, but his girlfriend isn't.

What do you want?

OK.

What can you tell me about a Ricardo Guzman?

Never heard of him.

He was part of a South American cartel and now he's dead.

I work in a bookshop and now I'm late.

OK, well, it's cold. I'll give you a lift.

No, thank you. - Cheryl, Cheryl...

Sorry. Just...

HE SIGHS

He was killed right here in the city, yeah?

And what I would very much like is to avoid any form of retribution.

Now, we've met with a number of the Phelan firm,

so how do they feel about it?

I don't speak to the Phelans.

OK. Is there any possibility you can just keep your ear to the ground...?

Barney, I'm trying my best to move on,

and I'd like you to leave me alone.

Have a nice life.

Cheryl...

Be careful.

You're double parked, Barney.

MUSIC: Maybe Not by Cat Power

There's a dream that I see I pray it can be

Look across the land Shake this land

A wish or a command

A dream that I see Don't kill it, it's free

You're just a man You get what you can

We all do what we can

So we can do just one more thing

We can all be free...

I had to give him up. -Shh...

HE WHISPERS: It's my fault.

Nothing makes sense without you.

Can we...?

Can we say we're having a baby yet?

Can we even think it's real?

After the scan.

I'll sort Freddie out. Make sure he gets what's his.

We missed a load of fun and games while we were away.

Jamie was... -I don't want to know, baby.

Not yet.

Do you need a hand, babe? -No, I can do it.

It's actually nice doing something normal.

Is Freddie on his own now?

No.

He's got me.

Us.

And does he believe you?

That his dad's in hiding?

Well, it happens.

It's real enough.

But I will tell him...

..the truth.

And I'm not to blame for any of what's happened.

Babe, I know.

I need to go and see Cheryl.

OK, well, I'll take you. -No, I'm going to go on me own.

Love you.

Terry.

Michael, son.

No, no, no, no.

No...

UNDER BREATH: Oh, for fuck's sake.

HE SIGHS

Good, son, very good. But get your body behind it.

Better!

Michael.

How's things?

Not good at the minute.

I'm collecting for Banksey, and his locker's empty.

Locker's empty? -Yeah.

So what do I do next?

You think someone's taken whatever was in the locker?

Yeah.

Taken what?

Was it of value?

Was it legal?

Terry, this is big, and I need your help.

No, lad.

You need reminding where you come from.

Now, this gym, my gym, it's all some of these lads have got.

Youth clubs are gone. Footy pitches sold, fucking libraries - gone.

I am not lost fucking luggage!

Terry, I understand, but I still need your help.

Please. I need what was in that locker.

Shall we call the police?

Give us a minute, lads.

Over here.

KEYS JINGLE, DOOR OPENS

Do not bring your shite into my gym ever again.

Understood? -Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

Yeah. It won't happen again. -Glad to hear it.

OK.

It's done. Forgotten.

I mean it, you know. We're sorry.

I know.

Now, fuck off.

Nice one.

Michael.

All donations gladly accepted.

RINGING TONE

PHONE VIBRATES

Freddie.

You were supposed to send me the address.

I'm at the house.

Which house? - My house.

It's fucking wrecked.

Have you seen what they've done?

They've smashed everything.

I need to see me dad.

OK. OK, well, look, just stay right there.

I'm on my way. -And I found a sweet wrapper.

What's that all about?

Freddie, just stay right there. I'm on me way.

And just stay on the phone and we can talk.

Where is he, Michael? Why isn't he here sorting it out?

Cos I'm sorting it out. -Has he been shot?

No. Look, your dad's good.

OK? I'm about 15, 20 minutes away.

EMOTIONALLY: -You're fucking lying to me.

Freddie, it's a problem,

and we're sorting it.

Freddie?

Tell him to ring me, Michael.

Freddie, will you just listen to me?

I want to speak to me dad!

HE SNIFFLES

CALL DISCONNECTS

CAR APPROACHES

Oh, fuck.

JAMIE: - I'll check upstairs. You two check down here.

He's here! Back fucking garden - now!

Here you are! I've got him!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Over there. Check there, lad.

He hasn't gone over there. No chance. He's here somewhere.

It's empty, kid. - Listen, lad,

you can hide all you want, all right?

But when we find you, you're dead, like your fucking aul' fella's dead.

What the frigging hell are you lot playing at?

Sorry, mate. It's my fault.

Listen, we're just looking for our mate.

What's with the shouting?

Lad, get the fuck back in your house. Who are you talking to?!

Seriously?! - Yeah, seriously. Get the fuck back in your house.

On your bike! - Fucking idiot!

DOG BARKS

CAR ENGINE STARTS

PHONE VIBRATES

Fucking bullshit.

Freddie!

Freddie!

Freddie!

Freddie!

DIANA: - I don't know how to feel.

I didn't want the flight home to end.

I would have quite happily just kept going.

Does that make sense?

Yeah.

I mean, who wants to deal with the shit we're dealing with?

If you need to feel something, feel angry.

Anger's good. -I'm angry with Michael.

But it's not really his fault.

Yes, it is.

I'm angry with the lot of them.

Davy,

the Phelans.

I still want the money I'm owed. The money I was promised.

Yeah. So you should.

Michael isn't much better, believe me.

I saw him do it.

He was made to film it.

Dear God.

And now there's Freddie.

This is a boy without anyone.

How much does he know?

Not much.

Michael needs to be the one to tell him his dad's dead.

Yeah. -And sooner rather than later.

PHONE RINGS

SHOWER RUNS

PHONE RINGS

This is Bobby Ewing speaking.

Hello, lad.

We need to meet.

I'm not far away, so...

..I'll see you on the beach.

On it.

He was supposed to message me Ozzie's address,

which he didn't. And then when I called him,

he buttoned me.

And now he's not even picking up his phone.

So what have you told him?

What we agreed - that you're off-grid, but safe.

But he's not buying it?

Doesn't look like, does it?

He wants to speak to you and he can't.

One phone call? -No.

To Diana and Cheryl, you're dead.

And you need to stay dead.

This Felipe, I've got no clue what he's going to do next.

Stay dead for how long? -I don't know.

I'll find Freddie and I'll speak to him.

He can move in with me.

Can you not just send him here? I'll sit on him.

They're a proper mob, lad, with money.

How do I know that he's not being followed?

I'm permanently looking in me rear-view mirror.

I shouldn't even be here.

Look,

Diana believes you're dead.

But in front of Freddie...

..she'll play it like you're not.

Fucking hell. -It's for the best.

And it's to keep her safe as well.

Did I tell you?

We think she might be pregnant.

Really?

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Lad, I'm made up for yous.

Nice one.

I mean, that's a fucking secret as well.

We need to take him out.

Felipe. I need to take him out.

And how are you going to do that?

Spain. He must have a favourite restaurant,

or, I don't know, fucking golf course.

Lad, I can't stay here for ever.

You can't keep lying to Diana for ever.

Come tomorrow, he could be asking you to fucking dig me up.

Right, let's give it a week or two.

See where we are. I mean...

..putting him to bed, it's an option,

but not yet.

I collected the lemo.

We need to decide what we're going to do with it.

PIGEONS COO

GRAIN SPILLS

Hiya. -Here she is.

How's Cheryl?

She's OK.

I mean, she's still...

..very much Cheryl.

I, uh...

I can't find Freddie.

I don't think he wants to be found.

He won't even answer his phone.

That's not good.

No.

I even tried the allotment.

He must be terrified.

He hasn't got a clue what's going on?

No.

Except that his dad's gone missing.

Where's his mum?

No clue.

What's in the bag?

Lemo. Taken by Banksey.

And now you've got it?

Safekeeping.

It's what we agreed to buy from Ricardo

when we were in your restaurant,

which means that it's, you know, part Freddie's,

part Cheryl's,

maybe even part Phelans'.

There's no reason that it can't be part ours.

No!

Think about it.

It never ends.

It will end, because we will put an end to it.

No-one else is going to deal with it.

So it's down to me.

But, babe, I can't do it without you.

You need to deal with Freddie first and foremost.

I'm trying.

I don't want it kept here.

With us.

OK.

They're all gorgeous. - Hmm.

That might be too short.

Yeah. - I'm not sure.

What look are you going for?

Like, bougie glam. - Yeah.

SHE CHUCKLES

I like sparkles.

That's gorgeous. -No, that one's nice, isn't it?

Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Oh. Hang on.

This had better be worth hearing.

OZZIE: I didn't appreciate the knock-on, Elaine,

or the aggression.

Yeah. You got something to say?

I can't offer you the boy just yet. That will happen.

But what I can tell you is that it was Freddie that started the fires.

You can breathe a bit easier now, knowing that.

He did all of this on his own?

Well, kids, eh?

Are you certain? -I am, and I'm certain

that I can deliver him to you just as soon as we agree a fee.

How much?

Be sensible. -Make me an offer.

Be generous. He's still out there.

Ozzie. - What did he say?

Said it was Freddie.

Really? - Yeah.

ALFIE FUSSES

All right? - Yeah.

Just trying to settle him down. What are you doing? Hiding?

Might be.

I nearly had him there, Freddie.

When? -Just before, in his house.

Little bastard jumped out the window.

You might have chased him back to Ozzie Thompson.

Well, we'll see, won't we?

You played a blinder, by the way, with Dennis.

Kept us alive there.

For one day only.

We need those bags. -Yeah.

Otherwise, your party's going to turn into a wake.

Goodnight, Rach.

Night, J. -Come on. Come on, son. Sh-sh-sh.

You're right.

You need to do a deal with the Phelans.

Which means you need to speak to Elaine.

Take whatever you think is fair for Freddie and for Cheryl,

and then give the rest to them.

Just keep them happy and keep Freddie safe.

Do we keep a share?

I don't want any of it.

We deserve something, babe.

Well, how about a life?

And not a quiet life.

A good life.

According to Heavy Paul, this is it.

Do you want to make your call now, babe?

I won't be long.

RINGING TONE

CHERYL: - Morning. What you up to?

I'm up to no good.

And I've been asked to ask you a favour.

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR UNLOCKS

Ozzie Thompson?

I'm Michael Kavanagh.

Is he here?

Oh, you're Michael Kavanagh.

Heard you walked away.

Takes courage to be a nobody. How's that, er...? How's that going?

Is Freddie here? - No, lad.

Got scared away yesterday, didn't he?

Haven't seen him since.

Come in, if you like. Help me tidy up.

You're all right.

Listen, if you see him or if he calls,

just tell him to get in touch with me.

It's important.

But you're not...any more.

Nice one.

What happened to Banksey?

He was here, then he was gone.

Don't go worrying yourself about Banksey, lad. He's sound.

Sound asleep?

Did you hear? He said your dad's sound.

Yeah. It's easy to say.

Yeah. You're not wrong.

I can't help but worry.

Are you still OK with me being here, Oz?

Or do you want me to go? -No, no, lad.

Stay as long as you like.

And what about you? Are you OK?

Me? Yeah, I'm sound.

Still handsome.

More upset about Janine's worktop.

No fucking need - know what I mean?

Why don't you go and freshen up?

Get yourself a shower. - Thanks, Oz.

You said you called him today. Still not picking up?

No.

Not like him at all, eh?

Hiya. - Hi.

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

Are you sure you're OK with this?

It's not my first time.

This way.

For how long?

Two days max.

Assuming they agree.

They've got no choice in the matter.

They want what we've got.

Can we trust them?

Yeah, if we can get Elaine in the room.

And Bobby Duffy. -Elaine won't want to kill us?

After all, we did kidnap her grandson.

And, you know, you murdered her husband.

Oh, well. We've got the bag.

They can't survive without it.

And Freddie gets his share.

Are we done now?

When will you give Freddie the news?

I've got to find him first.

Come on.

WHISPERING: - Thank you.

UNDER BREATH: - Fuck!

Freddie? How hungry are you?

What? - How hungry are you?

Um, a bit. - A bit?

All right, on it.

PHONE RINGS

Don't recognise the number.

Hello?

Elaine? I'm sorry, but it's Diana.

Michael's Diana.

Why are you calling me?

Listen, I'm outside. We both are.

He's with you?

Elaine, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

I'll give you one minute before I walk down that path,

and I swear I will shoot the fucking pair of you.

Elaine? Who is it?

Elaine, we wouldn't be here unless we needed to.

Oh, there he is.

The fucking shithouse.

PHONE CLATTERS

ON PHONE: Elaine, five minutes.

SAFE BEEPS

That's all we need.

It's about the Phelans and Freddie Banks.

I know what's going on, and I can help.

Five seconds and I'm out the door.

MELISSA: - Elaine! Elaine, stop!

Elaine! Elaine! Stop!

I think we should get out of here.

Elaine!

Here he is, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Yeah, I needed that.

Good.

Feeling clearer?

Sharper mind?

Yeah, a bit.

What are your thoughts about your da?

Bottom line.

HOB IGNITES

He definitely would have rang me if he could.

OK, well, let's assume he can't,

and that could be for any number of reasons.

I think he's dead.

At least, that's what they said.

That's what who said?

Ando.

He said that, "When we catch you,

"you're going to be dead, like your dad."

Well, that could have just been a threat, couldn't it?

Then why hasn't he rang me?

What do you think?

Uh... I think he...

He wouldn't want you sitting round here worrying.

But the Banksey I know wouldn't run away from anyone.

And who the fucking hell is Jamie Phelan?

The enemy?

Yeah.

Oh, you'd better watch yourself, lad.

You could be next.

Do us a favour. Set the table.

Cutlery's in the top drawer.

Found what you need, lad?

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