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- Catherine?
- Specially her.

- Are we ready for them?
- Yeah.

You're a shameful embarrassment
to the force.

Dirty little secret from
our prehistoric past.

A living relic of everything
that was unacceptable.

My little baby brother.

Thanks for the free cocktails.

Meet his somewhere public and if he
asks you to go back to his, don't.

- Do you want to come back to mine?
- Yeah.

I don't deserve to die.

We all had a role to play.
It's time you took responsibility.

- It's Mary.
- Mary, hi. Sorry, its loud.

She's in Haydock.

You're wife's at the races today.

If you tell us what you know
maybe we won't kill her.

You look like your mum.

Armed police!

Multiple shots fired...
Location not yet secure...

Possible multiple casualties...

Five hours earlier

Welcome to the messaging service.

Please, leave your message
after the tone.

Hi, dad, I'm at Catherine's house,
where are you?

TIN STAR

You alright?

Jesus, Jack.

- Is that one of yours?
- No, someone beat me to it.

- Still here?
- I'm guessing so.

Come on. This way.

Move him.

You ladies mind if we walk
back with you?

Just trying to blend in for a minute.
My husband just showed up.

Do you know what?
I can see it. Can you?

- Sort of.
- Like a bit of rough, like?

Keys.

- Hello. Filth.
- Excellent.

Hang up.

Rhymes With.

If it's about the thing
in the posh box, it's not us.

- You just happen to be here?
- Nope.

- Michael Ryan.
- Him again.

Excuse my fucking French
but he's a total and utter cunt,

but he's got friends in high places.

Friends of yours apparently.

- I can't just take your word for that.
- Don't.

What's border force
got to do with all this then?

Figure it out.

I want my fucking gun back!

- Be careful with that.
- I'll try.

- Thank you.
- Alright.

Alright?

- Okay?
- Yep.

What is that?

It's fucking boiling in here.

- Get in the back.
- I'm in the back.

- No the other back.
- Fucksake.

Dickhead.

Hi, Sarah, can I phone you back?
I'm just on my way out.

Ma'am, responding to reports of
a homicide, at Haydock racecourse.

Ma'am, the deceased is known to you.

Really?

Border Force Officer,
Jyotiranjan Clarke.

Ma'am?

I think I've made a mistake.

I need to talk to you, there's
something you should know.

No fucking shit.

- So is this s regular situation then?
- Only when it's worth doing.

Thanks.

Yeah, I mean by all means
make yourself at home.

- Have you got any more beer?
- Should be in the fridge.

- No, there isn't, I don't think.
- No?

Might be some in the back,
I'll just check.

- Sorry.
- Am I being robbed?

- Have you got a charger?
- Yeah, second drawer.

Great, thanks.
If I don't text my mum gets a bit...

Thanks.

Thanks.

Who taught you how to do this,
it's amazing.

Thank you. I taught myself.

Here come I'll show you.

- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.

Okay, now flour your hands, like this.

Stop.

Voila.

So what do you wanna do now?

We could watch some TV

or I could put on a movie...

I've got this really strong connection
of Rom Coms.

Course you have.

You might wanna

wash your hands.

I'll just wash my hands.

And when ye come,

and all the flowers are dying.

Through I am dead,

as dead I well may be...

You'll come and find

the place where I am lying,

and kneel and say

an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear,

though soft you tread above me,

and all my grave

will warmer sweeter be

for you will kneel

and tell me that you love me,

and I will sleep, in peace,

until you come to me.

Hi, Ant, three pints of lager.

Hey!

Can't see her anywhere.

- She'll be here.
- Yeah, I've heard that before.

I'll wait for her to come back. You go
and look after your new friend there.

Alright.

You, okay? You sounded a bit
pissed off on the phone.

I just had some bad news. That's all.

- If I could tell you I would.
- Right. That kind of bad news.

You know that spa voucher you bought.

- We never used it.
- I could do with a salt scrub.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Work'll sort itself out
and then we'll go.

Why don't we just go now.

- Right now?
- Yeah, right now.

Let's leave all the shit behind.

Throw caution to the wind,
like we used to do?

Maybe tomorrow.

- Look, I'm going to head back.
- Okay.

- See you at home.
- Yeah.

- She about?
- No one's seen her.

- Since when?
- All day. I dunno.

You're at a bit of a loose end, then?

Come on.

Ginny, thanks for coming love.

I wanted to thank you for coming.

Means a lot to me.

He could be a bastard, Sean,
but he was my bastard.

He loved the bones of you.

I know he did.

He never shut up about you,
and the kids.

Honest?

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Will we...

Am I gonna be alright?

Yeah, don't worry.

He was a good man, Sean.
You'll be looked after.

Thank you. God bless you.

So, what Rom Come is it?

Do you want to see
90's Cheer Leaders?

- Or do you wanna see...
- Sorry is that a cricket bat?

Yea, I played in Uni.

- Who plays cricket at Uni?
- Cool people.

Defined people as cool is the direct
opposite of cool surely.

Right. What sort should I
be playing then?

Well, I had a friend who was
into horse riding.

Pissing about on a pony, was she?

No, she's dead.

That was in the Maldives,
taken last year.

I think we might go again.

Great. Can I come?

Yeah, sure, I'd probably
have to ask my...

My god, I'm joking.

Thanks, mate.

Least you're not
mob handed this time.

Can I come in?

- Is saying “no” an option?
- What do you think?

Catherine let you go.

Looks like.

- Why?
- She got what she wanted.

As far as I can make out all
she really wants is the Worths.

And I gave them to her. Angela, anyway.

Not that I had much choice.
Not really.

She's alright.

They both are. I saw them
before I come here.

They lead a charmed life,
the pair of them.

What about Michael Ryan?
How does he fit into all this?

Look, if you're even asking that
question, you already know the answer.

So Jack's telling me the truth?

That's the thing about our Jack...
He almost always does.

Then, why is he sticking around?
Why don't they all just disappear?

I don't think they could
even if they wanted to.

Is it the bifta that's making you
talk in riddles?

This is about absolution.

About righting a wrong so great
that they will kill to right it.

He, therefore all of them,
are looking for atonement.

For some kind of peace.

Where's my manners?

They will still do everything
in their power to get what they want.

No matter the casualties.

You'll get to meet my mum. That okay?

Yeah.

Do you want another beer?

Yeah. I'll get it.
I need to check on the food.

No, I'll go, I need the loo anyway.
I'll introduce myself to your mum.

Rosa?

Rosa?

Mum?

You okay?

Dad!

Rosa... Did...

Are they still here?

- Yes, still here.
- Okay.

I've got to get you out.

Come on, Rosa. It's gonna be okay.

No. It isn't.

- No, it is.
- No. It isn't.

Please.

Right so what's the fucking
rules again?

Number 1 this is a peaceful protest
against the minger Michael Ryan,

and then number 2,
don't piss off the hoodies.

- And number 3...
- Jack?

We shall not, we shall not be moved...

- Been calling she's not picking up.
- How long for?

- Long enough. Is something up?
- Yeah.

- What's all this about?
- Michael fucking Ryan.

This is the place, isn't it?

Yeah.

Hey. Anna?

- Anna, where are you?
- I'm at Catherine's house.

You need to get here now.

What the fuck is happening?

I thought you were taking
care of things.

I haven't held hands with anyone
since 1995.

And you're telling me this because...

He was a nasty piece of work.

- Who was?
- Sean.

Lifelong gob shite. Still,

people told daft stories,
cried for him, sang songs...

Okay, we don't have time
for whatever this is.

Jack and Angela need to be
gone nothing else.

No. That's not enough.

You don't want them dead?

I don't just want them dead.

It's alright I don't expect
you to get it.

- Don't patronise me.
- I'm not.

Cross my heart I'm not.

You're lucky you don't get it.

- Ma'am.
- Sarah...

I was just on my way
back to headquarters.

Fine. Would you rather
talk there or here?

Why did you do this?
Where did you even get a gun?

Fuck.

She wasn't supposed
to go back to their house!

She's your daughter.

Lunatic!

Pair of lunatics!

Get off!

Anna?

Hey, here.

Help me.

God.

I'm sorry.

- I thought it was Catherine.
- Are you hurt?

No, I'm okay.

And is anyone else here?

Okay.

Jack...

Please.

Hello?

Hello?

- Get on your knees.
- Are you going to kill me?

Not if you get on your knees.

Get something, will you.

Keith?

Hi.

You're the one I hit with my car.

I am yeah well, no harm done.

Hey, everything alright?

I'm sorry, how do you
know the McKenzies?

- Well, yeah mates and that.
- We're cleaners.

I mean they are such good bosses
they treat us like mates...

We love them.

- Can I speak to Keith, please?
- He's popped out.

- His car is right there.
- Is it?

Yeah he just fancied a wee
stretch of the legs.

No, I'm sorry.

For fuck's sake.

Brilliant.

What if someone comes
looking for him?

- That Keith in the kitchen?
- Yes.

- Definitely?
- Definitely.

- Yeah.
- You might wanna...

- Yeah.
- Jesus.

How's she doing?

All things considered... Not good.

I know I just saw you
and Michael Ryan.

You and a hundred other people.
He's a local businessmen.

- That's bollocks.
- Watch your tone.

- Bit late for all that.
- Okay, Sarah, I...

There's things
that don't make sense.

You can explain Michael Ryan, fine.
What about Jyotiranjan Clarke?

I could have helped him, that's true.

But the things about Joe is that he's
been a dead man walking for years.

Least now he's at peace.

He had his throat slashed wide open,
that doesn't look like peace to me.

Just what do you want to say?

Tell me I'm wrong.

- Sorry?
- Tell me I'm wrong.

That there isn't some logical
explanation for everything.

Jack's right, isn't he? He's been
telling me the truth this entire time.

Whatever you choose to do, do not
trust Jack Worth. You'll end up dead.

- How could I believe you?
- I don't need you to believe me.

But there will come a time that
you will know that I'm right.

Jack Worth will destroy you,
like he has destroyed me.

Are they really your parents?

Anna? Is that your name? Anna?

- Listen, why are you doing this?
- Please.

- Listen to me, you don't need to...
- I need to do this.

I need to do this. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I know sorry doesn't mean
anything right now. But I am.

Why did you kill my dad?

Why did you kill my dad?

Hey.

He's dead because of your mum.

If you touch my mum I will kill you.

I'll kill you, I swear, I'll kill you.

Mate, over here.

Hey give him the ball back,
knob head.

This all your idea?

- Why do you care? Who even are you?
- Just a concerned citizen.

Piss off.

Who put you up to it?

Angela? Jack? Jack. Okay.

- Is he coming back?
- He never said.

- Where did he go?
- He never said.

No don't suppose he would, would he.

See you again.

- Is he dead?
- Who?

- Him.
- No.

Good.

Any sign of her?

Just the neighbors getting home
from work.

- How many?
- Enough.

- How long shall we give em?
- As long as it takes.

Otherwise what's the fucking point?

Right.

We don't know what time Catherine gets
home from work or if she's coming home.

Let's ask her, shall we?

Here y'are.

Come on.

I mean it.

For god's sake.
Not everything is sinister.

It's Jesse.

He's a good kid.

You going to play the family card now?

I'm proud of my son.
Proud of the life that I built.

At what cost?

I know that I've done more good than
harm. That's all anyone could hope for.

It's not enough.

Of course it is.

Nothing.

Try again.

Think it's best if I drive, don't you?

Yeah, if you insist.

Hang on could you give me
a moment, please?

What is it?

“Should I wait for you and dad?”

Keith got home ages ago.

He called me when
he was pulling into the drive.

Maybe he just went back out?

Okay.

Tuesday.

Should we tell his mum
we got her boy?

No...

You had no choice. It was him or me.

That is a choice.

What now?

- We need to get out of here.
- No.

Yeah, you're alright love.

Yeah, she's right.

I'll take care of it, I promise.

- You can't be there.
- What?

If the thing you fear happening
is happening, you'll be a liability.

- No.
- Yes.

Give me five minutes
to check the house.

If you don't hear from me
deploy armed response units.

- Are you still armed?
- Yes.

- Five minutes.
- Yes.

Okay.

Fancy a drink.

I wish you'd stop pointing
that fucking thing at me.

It went a bit wrong. Evidently.

- Armed response are on their way.
- I'd better get moving then.

No. I can't let you go.

You take me in and I'll be dead
by morning.

- Bullshit.
- S'cuse me...

This is Clive.

Top up, Clive?

Hang in there, pal.

All this, this isn't me, I mean...

Plenty of other bollocks is but this,
this is on her.

- Catherine?
- Yeah.

- Both of you blame each other.
- Yep.

She ever given you a straight answer?

- Like I said, bent as fuck.
- She never shot these two dead.

Granted, but she put me in this house,
so all of this...

Is for my family. I admit I don't think
she could say the same.

I'm surprised those two lived
as long as they did.

Okay, so suppose I let you go,
what are you gonna do Jack?

Well, I doubt I'll live
long enough to see it

but I'm gonna try and find
my wife and my daughter

the life they deserve.

Mind if I give you a bit of advice?
Rhymes with.

Okay, cause you've really
got your shit together.

Run. Run as fast
as you fucking can.

Get as far away from this fucking
place as possible. Go to Canada!

I got some great mates in Canada,
word of advice,

wrap up warm cause it gets fucking
freezing there.

Cause when she walks through
that door, I tell you what...

I know what I would do.

Right Clive?

Go ahead.

- What?
- Fuck off.

- Really?
- Yep.

- You got this?
- Yep.

- You got this, Sarah?
- Yeah, I got it.

Work in progress.

Wait. Ma'am, no.

Catherine, I can't let you in there.

This is my home.

They got away?

- They got away?
- Yes.

No...

Y'alright?

Alright.

Nice dog.

Armed police!