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Catherine?

Yeah, especially 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.

Ah, f...

My little baby brother.

Thanks for the free cocktails.

Meet him 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 that you take responsibility.

It's Mary.

Mary. Hi. Sorry, it's loud.

She's in Haydock.

Your wife's at the races today.

If you tell us what you know,

maybe we won't kill her.

Shh.

Oi!

You look like your mum.

Armed police!

Multiple shots reported.

The location not yet secure.

Possible multiple casualties.

Welcome to the O2 messaging service.

Please leave your message after the tone.

Hi, Dad. I'm at Catherine's house. Where are you?

Fuck.

You all right?

Jesus, Jack.

Is that one of yours?

No. Someone beat me to it.

He still here?

- I'm guessing so. - Ah.

Come on. This way.

Move him.

You guys mind if we walk back with you?

Just want to blend in for a minute.

My husband just showed up.

Ohhh!

D'you know what? I can see it. Can you?

Sort of. Like a bit of rough, eh?

Keys.

Oh, hello, filth.

Excellent.

Hang on.

Rhymes With!

If it's about the, um, thing in the posh box,

- it's not on us. - You just happen to be here?

Nope.

Michael Ryan.

Him again.

Excuse my fucking French, but he is a total

and utter cunt.

But he's got friends in high places, so...

Friends of yours, apparently.

You know I can't just take your word for that?

Don't.

Okay, what's Border Force got to do with all this, then?

Figure it out.

I want my fucking gun back.

Be careful with it.

- I'll try. - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Right.

All right!

- All okay? - Yep.

What is that?

Oops.

It's fucking boiling in here.

- Well, get in the back. - I'm in the back.

- No, the other back. - Fuck's sake.

Dickhead.

Ma'am.

Hi, Sarah. Could I phone you back?

I'm just on my way out.

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

Ma'am, the deceased is known to you.

Really?

Border Force Officer Jyotirangan Clarke.

Ma'am?

I think I've made a mistake.

I need to talk to you.

There's something that you should know.

No fucking shit.

So, is this a regular situation, then?

Well, only when it's worth doing.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah, I mean, by all means, just make yourself at home.

Have you got any more beer?

Eh, should be in the fridge.

Um, no, there isn't, I don't think.

No? Um...

Might be some in the back. Uh, let me just check.

- Sorry. - Am I being robbed?

Have you got a charger?

Yeah. Um, second drawer.

Oh.

Okay, great. Thanks.

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

Thanks.

- Thanks. - No worries.

So, who taught you how to do this?

- Mm. - It's amazing.

Thank you. Taught myself.

Mm!

Here, come. I'll show you.

- Okay, you ready? - Yeah.

Okay. Now, flour your hands like this.

No, come on, you got to get more flour on there.

Okay. Stop.

Voilà.

So, um, w... what do you want to do now?

We could watch some TV.

Or I could put on a movie.

I've got this, um...

this really strong collection of rom-coms.

'Course you have.

Might want to...

... wash your hands.

I'll just, um, go wash my hands.

♪ And arovin', arovin', arovin' I'll go ♪

♪ Arovin', arovin', arovin' I'll go ♪

♪ For a pair of brown eyes ♪

♪ For a pair of brown eyes ♪

♪ And arovin', arovin', arovin' I'll go ♪

♪ Arovin', arovin', arovin' I'll go ♪

♪ And when ye come ♪

♪ And all the flowers are dying ♪

♪ And 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 ♪

Three pints of lager.

Hey!

Can't see her anywhere.

Eh, 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.

All right.

Oi.

See ya in a bit.

You okay?

I mean, you sounded...

sounded a bit pissed off on the phone.

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

- If I could tell you, I would. - Oh, right.

That kind of bad news.

You know that spa voucher that you bought?

Mm?

We never used it.

- I could do with a salt scrub. - Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

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

Well...

why don't we just go now?

- Right now? - Yeah, right now.

Why not leave all this shit behind?

Throw caution to the wind like we used to do.

Maybe tomorrow.

Look, I... I'm...

- I'm gonna head back. - Oh. Okay.

I'll see you at home.

Yeah.

Oi, oi!

- 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.

Oi!

Oh, Ginny. Thanks for coming, love.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

I wanted to thank you for coming.

Means a lot to me.

He could be a bastard, Sean,

- but he was my bastard. - Ah, he loved the bones of you.

- I know he did. - Never shut up about you and the kids.

Honest?

Yeah, cross me heart and hope to die.

Will we, um...

Am I gonna be all right?

Yeah, don't worry.

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

Thank you. God bless you.

So, what romcom is it?

Uh, do you want to see '90s cheerleaders

- or do you want to see... - Sorry, is that a cricket bat?

Yeah. I played in uni.

Who plays cricket at uni?

Cool people.

Referring to people as cool is the direct opposite of cool, surely.

Right.

Um, what sport should I be playing, then?

Uh, well, I had a friend who was into horse riding.

What, pissing about on a pony, was she?

No, she's dead.

That was in the Maldives.

Taken last year.

Think we might go again.

Oh, great. Can I come?

Um... yeah. Sure.

I just probably would have to ask my...

Oh, my God, I'm joking.

Thanks, mate.

- Hey! - What was that for?!

Least you're not mobhanded this time.

Can I come in?

Is saying no an option?

What do you think?

Catherine let you go?

Looks like it, eh?

- Why? - She got what she wanted.

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

And I gave 'em to her.

Angela, anyway.

Not that I had much choice. Not really.

She's all right.

They both are. I saw 'em before I come here.

They lead a charmed life, the pair of 'em.

What about Michael Ryan?

How does he fit into all this?

Love, if you're even asking that question,

you already know the answer.

So, Jack's telling me the truth?

Well, that's the thing with 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.

It's about righting a wrong so great that they will kill to right it.

He, therefore all of 'em, are looking for atonement.

For some kind of peace.

Where's my manners?

They will 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'll 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!

Dad!

Dad!

Rosa, did... ?

Are they still here?

- Yeah, they're still here. - Okay.

Okay.

I... I've got... I've got to get you out.

Come on.

- R... Rosa, i... it's gonna be okay. - No.

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

No, it is.

- No, it isn't. - I... I promise you.

Please.

All right, so what's the fucking rules again?

Right, so, number one:

this is a peaceful protest against that minger Michael Ryan.

And then, number two, don't piss of the bizzies, okay?

- And number three... - Jack?

♪ We shall not, we shall not be moved ♪

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

Long enough. Something's up.

Yeah.

What's all this about?

Michael fucking Ryan.

God, this is the place, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

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 all right. I don't expect you to get it.

Don't patronize me.

I'm not.

Cross me 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.

Aah! Ugh!

She wasn't meant to go back to their house.

She's your daughter.

Lunatic!

Pair of lunatics.

Anna?

Hey, Mum.

Hey. Yes, here.

Help me.

Oh, God.

Help me.

I didn't mean it.

I thought it was Catherine.

Are you hurt?

No. I'm fine.

Anna, is anyone else here?

Okay.

Jack!

Please.

Hello?

Helloooo?

Get on your knees.

Are you gonna 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 all right?

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

- Oh, well, yeah, mates and that. - Oh, we're their cleaners.

I... I mean, they are such good bosses

- that they treat us like mates, don't they, yeah? - We love them.

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

- Well, his car is right there. - Is it?

Yeah, he just fancied a wee stretch of the legs.

No, I'm sorry. I am sorry.

Ah, for fuck's sake.

Brilliant.

What if someone comes looking for him?

Right.

- That Keith in the kitchen? - Yes.

- Definitely? - Definitely.

Hmm, all right.

- Jack? - Yeah?

You might wanna...

- Oh, yeah. - Jesus.

How's she doing?

All things considered... not good.

I saw you and Michael Ryan.

You and a hundred other people.

- He's a local business man. - That's bollocks.

Watch your tone.

Bit late for all that, innit?

- Okay, Sarah, I... - No, no, see...

There's things that don't make sense.

You can explain Michael Ryan fine.

What about Jyotirangan Clarke?

I could've helped him.

That's true.

But the thing about Joe is that he's been

a dead man walking for years.

At 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 can I believe you?

I don't need you to believe me, but I will tell you,

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

Jack Worth will destroy you,

like he's destroyed me.

Are they really your parents?

Anna.

Is that your name? Anna?

Listen, why are you doing this?

- Please. Please. - No, listen...

You listen to me. Listen to me.

- You don't have to do this. - I need to do this.

- You don't, you don't have to. - I need to do this.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No, I need to do it.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

I know it doesn't mean anything, but I am.

Why'd you kill my dad?!

Why'd you kill my dad?!

Hey.

He's dead because of your mum.

If you touch my mum, I'll kill you.

I'll kill you, I swear.

I swear, I'll kill you.

Yeah, mate, over here!

Hey, give him the ball back, you knobhead.

This all your idea?

Why d'you care? Who even are you?

Just a concerned citizen.

Piss off.

Who put you up to it, eh?

Angela? Jack?

Jack. Okay.

- Is he coming back? - He never said.

Where did he go?

- He never said. - No, I don't suppose he would, would he?

See you again, eh?

- Is he dead? - Who?

- Him? - No.

Good.

Any sign of her?

Just the neighbors getting home from work.

- How many? - Enough.

- How long should we give them? - As long as it takes.

Otherwise, what's the fucking point?

- Right. - We don't even 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.

Oh, for God's sake. Not everything is sinister.

It's Jesse.

He's a good kid.

Are you gonna play the family card now?

I'm proud of my son.

I'm proud of the life that I've built.

At what cost?

I know that I've done more good than harm,

and that's all anyone could hope for.

It's not good enough.

Of course it is.

Nothing.

Try again.

I 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?

Oh, 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, yeah.

You're all right, love.

Yeah, she's all right, love.

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.

Well, better get moving, then, hadn't I?

No. No.

I can't let you go.

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

- Bullshit. - Excuse me?

Oh!

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, uh...

- Oh, Catherine? - Yeah.

Both of you, uh, blame each other.

- Yep. - Mm-hmm.

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 mean, I don't think she could say the same, right?

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

Okay, so, suppose I let you go.

What are you gonna do, Jack, eh?

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

but I'm gonna try to find

my wife and my daughter

a life they deserve, yeah?

Mind if I give you a bit of advice, Rhymes With?

Oh, okay, yeah, 'cause you've really got your shit together.

Yeah.

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.

Yeah, word of advice, wrap up warm,

'cause it gets fucking freezing there.

'Cause when she walks through that door,

I'll tell you what...

I know what I would do.

Right, Clive?

Go ahead.

- What? - Fuck off.

Really?!

Yep.

- You got this? - Yeah.

You got this, Sarah?

Yeah, I got it.

All right.

Work in progress.

Wait, ma'am, no.

Catherine, I can't let you in there.

This is my home.

He got away?

They got away?

Yes.

You all right?

All right.

Nice dog.

Fuck.

♪ Up against your will ♪

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