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- Do you really think they'll come back? - Yeah.

So these are people that tried to kill us?

We kill everyone on the list.

Yup.

Suits you.

I go down, he goes down.

So we agree? We agree I'm on my own?

17 years old.

My little baby brother.

There is power in love.

You don't get to see this

because you don't get to know who's next.

- What can I get you? - You can choose. I trust you.

Here you go, on the house.

Thanks.

You want me to follow him?

I hope you're good at this,

because I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

Is that a threat?

No, that's a warning.

I need you to give us a little more time.

Are we really going to get married?

He never said man and wife.

I'm just going to leave you to it.

Okay.

Jack, come here.

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Anna?

Anna?

Christ.

Here he is.

Oh, my God.

You all right?

Come on.

Ah. Shit.

Ah!

Break!

You think I'm the first person to be fake kidnapped by their own dad?

You'd be surprised.

You're off your game.

Piss off. I've tied better knots in me sleep.

Did you not think the taser was a bit much?

There you go, we beat the clock.

So the date.

It's not a date. It's just a casual drink.

No such thing.

Have you seen "When Harry Met Sally"?

- When Harry met who? - Oh, fuck off.

- Favorite film? - No. It's not.

No, "Affair to Remember," actually.

It's a date.

- It's a drink. It's just a drink. - Date. Date. It's a date.

- It is literally... - Be careful is what he's trying to say.

Meet him somewhere public,

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

Yeah, and if he offers me sweeties, don't take them.

I know what I'm doing.

So you know where you're going then?

Let's cross another couple off the list.

What if you guys are late?

Then go somewhere where no one will find you.

- Why? - Because if we're late,

we're probably dead.

- Bye. - Bye.

You all right?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Be careful.

Got a job for you.

Firearms.

Something wrong?

Jack still has my gun.

That's not gonna be a problem.

- But without... - It's sorted.

- Your replacement's at the Armory. - How did you...

Let's just leave it at that, shall we?

Thank you, ma'am,

but I can handle meself in future.

Right, not being funny.

This lot are the absolute dregs.

- Where's Rachel? - No one's seen her since yesterday.

Not just these who are missing.

- I can't get hold of nobody... - Anybody.

You can't get hold of anybody.

And their absence doesn't mean you're off the hook.

Besides, you're the ones who need the practice,

especially you, son.

So stop pissing your pants and get out there. Go on.

Come on, boys.

All right?

Never better.

Need a hand?

You know what happens when you help.

Remember the last time?

Oh, no, that's not fair. That one's on you.

You didn't tell me the gun was loaded.

It's very hard to interrogate someone successfully

once you've shot them in the cock.

Right.

Seen George?

That gobshite?

What do you want with that?

Same as that lot.

- Catherine? - Oh, yeah, especially her.

There's a couple of kids been making drops

at this new development.

You know, drugs, cash.

That's George's style, isn't it?

Yeah. Where?

Near James Street.

It's one of Michael's.

You can't miss it.

All right.

Thanks, darling.

Remember to check the gun's not loaded first, though, eh, yeah?

- Absolutely. - No more cocks away from bodies.

Yeah, no worries.

Welcome aboard the Express Service.

Passengers for Haydock Park racecourse, please...

All right?

Fuck off.

Nice one.

You shouldn't be in here.

Who the fuck put you in charge?

Buying a flat.

Yup, me too.

Oh, yeah? Got cash on you, have you?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Yeah, you do.

- Excuse me. - It's my house. Fuck off.

Mary James?

Fuck.

Did Catherine send you?

Well, get on with it.

Mary James, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of possession of firearms and ammunition,

contrary to Sections 1 and 5 of the 1968 Firearms Act.

You do not have to say anything. Anything you...

Rosa.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey. I'm... I'm so sorry I'm late.

No, that's fine.

- You've been waiting long? - No.

- Should we go this way? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Cool.

- Okay, we'll speak later. - Yeah, thank you.

Did she cause any problems?

- Very straightforward, ma'am. - Very good.

Do you want me in for initial questioning?

- No. - I want to speak to her.

Catherine McKenzie. I need to speak to her.

I'm not going anywhere until I see her.

Do I have to do everything around this place?

Fucking reception are absolutely useless.

Why don't we go upstairs to my office and talk?

All right?

Let me the fuck past.

No. Not yet.

What do you fucking want from me?

What do you fucking think?

Pervert.

No.

Then what do you want?

- You're delivery, right? - No.

- No? - I'm just seeing my auntie.

- Oh, she's a junkie, is she? - Why?

You after a fix?

Might be, yeah.

- I know where you can get some. - Right out of your backpack?

I need an officer on me or something.

You need to keep your voice down.

- I'm fucking serious, Catherine. - Remember where you are.

All I did was turn a blind eye.

- I don't deserve to die. - Don't fuck with me, Joe.

We all had a role to play.

It's time that you take responsibility.

I'm just asking for someone to watch my back.

You owe me that much.

Have I ever let you down before?

I've got you covered, okay?

You just need to let me know where you are,

and I will make sure someone is watching.

Okay.

I know it's race day.

Go to the horses as usual.

Have a drink, and I'll make sure there's someone watching.

Got a key?

You asked where you could get a fix.

You didn't say anything about key.

I know.

- Money first. - Nope. Key.

All right, here.

Go on, then.

All right.

Well, fuck off, then.

- Hi. - Hi.

All right, George.

Good afternoon everyone, and welcome to Haydock Park.

With the runners in the parade race...

They're ready, they're set, they're off.

Due His Win is making his effort.

Lemon Sour is beginning to...

Spare me.

It's more than you deserve after what we found.

How do you sleep at night?

Very well.

And on top of a pile of guns, apparently.

Mary Anthea James.

- Anthea? - What is it that you want me to tell you?

What are the Worths doing here?

- What is their plan? - Why the fuck would he tell me that?

He came to you.

For guns.

The rest of which your colleagues took from me.

That little house on Cadiz that you have.

It'd be a shame if it went up in flames

before you had a chance to retire.

- It's not for my retirement. - What?

People like us,

we don't get to retire.

Tell me what you know. I already did.

I'm serious, Mary.

I will take everything from you.

Everything you care about and everyone.

Is he worth it?

Come on, then.

There's obviously been a misunderstanding.

I'll take you home.

- Phone. - What?

Your fucking phone.

Thank you.

Still following orders, then, George?

Must be.

Otherwise, I'd be dead by now.

- I remember when you taught me this. - Yeah.

And you were shit at it back then and all.

Not enough soap, not enough pain.

Too much soap and you risk serious damage.

So, Jack,

we know that there's a list.

What else have you got, hmm?

And where is it, this evidence?

Hmm? Bank safety deposit?

With a friend?

Yeah, well,

kill me and find out.

Oh, fuck.

Ohhh.

- Yeah? You liked that one? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Fucker.

Is that Angela?

Who's this?

It's Mary.

Mary. Hi, sorry, it's loud.

I tried calling Jack,

but you know I wouldn't if it wasn't urgent.

Are you nearby?

No, sorry, I'm out of town, actually.

I can't hear you. Where are you?

Sounds like you're at the horses.

Sorry, Mary, I can't talk right now.

She's at Haydock.

Right, so I've done as you asked. Now let him go.

- Not yet. - When?

When they're dead.

And if something goes wrong?

I didn't want to have to do this, Mary.

It's my fault,

so let him go. Give me back my...

what you took from me.

Sit there.

Are you trying to get yourself killed, young man?

I thought you were meant to be teaching these kids.

Sam.

What were you thinking? Sam.

So...

Michael still calling you Jen, George?

- Want more? - Yeah.

- Yeah, go on. Yeah. - Yeah?

Oh, fuck.

Ow.

Can you, uh, still hear screams, George?

All those people you killed?

Can you?

Thought we could get some food while we're here.

- Oh. - Or we could not do that.

How about a drink?

I don't really drink on first dates.

Firstly, you work in a bar, so that's ridiculous.

Secondly, how do you cope with the awkwardness if you don't drink?

Thirdly, who said this was a date?

Oh. Right.

Friends is cool.

Cool.

So this is a date?

If we get a drink.

- Haydock. - And Jack?

He's not talking. Anna?

- Got it sorted. - Have you?

- Yeah. - I am chief fucking constable, Michael.

My reach is limited,

and this is supposed to be your area of expertise.

What do you really want to say?

That if he had any actual evidence,

he would've used it already, so get on with it.

I wanted to get on with it 20 fucking years ago.

And don't forget how much you've benefited, Catherine,

from me and my expertise.

Okay, Jack. New deal.

We share what we know, you share back.

Like, your wife's at the races today.

Now, if you tell us what you know,

maybe we won't kill her.

Hmm?

What's that?

How do you know she's still alive?

You don't.

You're going to fucking kill him.

He can take it.

- Here? - Yeah. Sure.

So what do you do for work?

I'm working with my parents just now.

Family business. What is it?

It's a removals company.

- Sounds fun. - Yeah, it's only temporary.

So do you live round here?

Yeah. I do.

Who with?

Just some mates.

Mates?

Yeah. Some mates.

Mates from where? From uni?

All right. Um, I live with my parents.

- Oh. - It is temporary, though.

- I promise. - That's fine. Your secret's safe with me.

What are they like?

Pretty normal. Pretty regular.

- Yours seem... - Oh, fucking mental.

Yeah, they look like they know how to have a good time.

You could say that.

Tell me about yours.

Nothing to tell.

- Do you get on? - Yeah, most of the time.

- And then sometimes they... - Oh, wait. No, wait. Let me guess.

They don't think that cocktail making is sustainable.

They want you to start thinking about longterm goals,

give up on your dream to open your own bar someday,

start thinking about settling down.

Sorry, are you... are you my stalker?

That's parents for you.

Predictable every single time.

Yeah.

- Seen someone? - Nope, sorry, false alarm.

The cold should bring him 'round.

Yeah, and what if it doesn't?

- You've fucking killed him, haven't you? - Just shut up.

It's nothing to do with me, right?

Watch him.

Yeah.

Fuck.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Stop touching me.

Come here.

No, come here.

Shh.

- You're sure? - Kill him.

- But I thought... - And no witnesses.

Shit.

Kayden.

She would've killed you too, you know.

Shame to waste it.

So how does this compare to other dates?

Well, I don't usually share my chips. So...

I'm flattered.

Honestly, though.

Honestly?

There's not really been that much to compare it to.

That's a surprise.

Well, we lived in Canada before,

and I think I would rather die on my own,

surrounded by cats than go camping,

or go to the fucking woods, so that pretty much rules out

the entire male population of that country.

I've never been camping.

Oh don't bother. Shit.

Did you like living there, apart from the woods?

Being away from everyone, I felt

very lost.

Yes.

Sounds lonely.

And being here?

I doubt I'll be here long enough to know.

How come?

Just stuff, family stuff.

But today has been a surprise.

Yeah.

Should I get us another drink?

Sure, yeah.

Oi. In you get.

Fuck sake.

The jockeys are beginning to jump

aboard their respective mares for our next race.

Won't be too long before they leave the parade route

and make their way out onto the course.

Anybody else, come along.

Yes, madam?

Run to Daddy, 5:20, to win.

Win or each way.

Win or each way.

Hello. Run to Daddy to win.

- There we go, madam. Thank you. - Cheers.

Come along, boys. Next event.

Hey. Want a rocksolid tip?

- Yeah, sure. - Run to Daddy, last race.

Hey, lads. Want a tip?

Yeah. It's a sure thing.

But you got to put it on with that bookie there.

Run to Daddy, 520, last race of the day.

Good luck.

I can cover that up for you.

- What? - The burn.

What was it, straighteners or something?

- I'm fine. - Okay.

I have got a Beauty Therapy Higher National Level 5...

No, thanks.

Well, I'm guessing they are not the one,

whoever it is you're in here running away from.

- It's not like that. - Well, you are on a date, right?

- Sort of. It's complicated. - Right.

- What is your name? - Anna.

Anna. Well, your Auntie Saima here

has been on every kind of date:

good, bad, medium,

mostly bad.

- What's your point? - My point is, every self-respecting girl

needs some sort of exit strategy.

- Beauty therapy. - Level five.

Can you make me look different?

Doesn't need to be perfect, just different.

I can try.

Thank you.

60 on the number one.

- Number one? - Yeah.

- Run to Daddy? - Run to Daddy.

There you go.

The race over a mile and a quarter as they start.

Win or each way.

Can I help you?

Yeah. All this on Run to Daddy, to win.

There a problem?

Someone told you to do this?

No.

I've had a lot of bets on that race, that horse.

Funny that.

Barely at evens.

You'll only get the same amount back

after I've took me percentage.

I got plenty of money. I just like to bet.

I like to clean up.

I'm into none of that shit.

I don't know what you've heard.

I've heard you clean money for Joe Clark.

What's your name?

Let's just say there's plenty more where that came from,

if he's interested.

If he wants to talk,

I'll be in the VIP suite, box 5,

for the 5:20, last race of the day.

- Okay. - See you later.

Rosa.

- Hey. - It's okay. It's fine.

Okay. I'm going to leave you guys to it.

- Hi. - Sorry, I can explain.

- Did I do something wrong? - No, no, you didn't do anything.

Then what?

I think just talking about the past, that was a bit much.

Okay, fine. But you should've said.

I know. I'm sorry.

Do you want to come back to mine?

Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah. Yeah, let's go.

Have you done something to your hair?

Favorite is Run to Daddy.

Crank the Shank remains at the head of the market at 6 to 4.

We're now around about 10 minutes away from our 5:20 contest.

It's a race over a mile,

with six of them down in the betting ring at this stage.

Crank the Shank is favorite at 6 to 4.

Second favorite at the 5 to 2 mark is Run to Daddy,

beginning to attract bets.

This lift is going up.

Another five minutes now to the open of our 5:20 race.

VIP pass, please.

Pass.

VIP lounge, love.

Yeah. Okay, but...

No pass, no entry.

It's just the last race of the day, come on.

Oh, Jesus.

It's just that, um,

the doctors have told me that I don't have long left,

and I just wanted to go inside just for five minutes,

just, you know, just to see what it's like.

My dad used to work in there,

before he was run over by a horse.

My mum too. I mean, she didn't work in there, but...

ever since my partner left me for my brother.

Be quick.

Thank you. Thank you.

And Read It and Weep taking the far bend into the straight.

You're late. It's after 5:20.

Catherine sends her regards.

Kilted Wizard has come through to take over here from Crank the Shank.

Run to Daddy is beginning to weaken.

They've got 200 yards left to cover.

It's Kilted Wizard from Crank the Shank.

Wilson's Wonder has moved into third.

Kilted Wizard is keeping them all at bay here,

staying on strongly.

And Kilted Wizard runs out.

Hey. Hey! Hey!

Aw, look.

Yeah, that's my dad's 50th.

You look like your mum.

No, I don't.

Thanks.

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