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Catherine?

Yeah, especially her.

Are we ready for them?

Yeah.

You're a shameful embarrassment to the Force

a dirty little secret from our prehistoric past

a living relic of everything that was unacceptable.

Ah...

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.

- D'you wanna 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 at 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's not yet secure. Possible multiple casualties.

Welcome to the O2 messaging service.

Please your message after the tone.

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

Fuck.

You alright?

Jesus, Jack.

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

Still here?

- I'm guessing so. - Uh-huh.

Come on. This way.

Bless my heart

Bless my soul

I didn't think I'd make it to 22 years old

Move him.

There must be someone up above

Sayin', "Come on, Brittany, you gotta come on up"

You gotta hold on...

Do you guys mind if we walk back with you?

Just trying to blend in for a minute.

My husband just showed up.

Oh.

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

Sort of.

Like a bit of rough, like?

So, bless my heart

And bless yours, too

I don't know where I'm gonna go

Don't know what I'm gonna do

There must be somebody

Up above

Sayin', "Come on, Brittany"

Stop, stop.

Keys.

Oh hello, the 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.

OK, what's border force got to do with all this then?

Figure it out.

I want my fuckin' gun back.

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

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Alright.

Alright?

- All OK? - Yep.

What is that?

Oops.

It's fucking boiling in 'ere.

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

No, the other back.

Fuck's sake.

Dickhead.

Ma'am.

Hi Sarah, can 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, Jyotiranjan Clarke.

Ma'am?

I think I've made a mistake.

I need to talk to you. There's something you that should know.

No fuckin' shit.

So is this a regular situation then?

Oh, 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?

Uh, should be in the fridge.

- Uh, 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, OK great, thanks.

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

Thanks.

- Thanks. - No worries.

So who taught you how to do this? It looks amazing.

- Thank you. I taught myself. - Hm.

Here, come, I'll show you.

- OK, you ready? - Yeah.

OK, now flour your hands, like this.

Now, come on. You gotta get more flour than that.

OK. Stop.

Voil�.

So, um...

What d'you wanna 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.

You might wanna...

wash your hands.

I'll just, um...

go wash my hands.

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go

A rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go

For a pair of brown eyes

For a pair of brown eyes

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' 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.

Hi Ant, three pints of lager.

Hey.

Can't see her anywhere.

Mm. 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.

Oi.

See you in a bit.

You OK?

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'll 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 the shit behind?

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

Maybe tomorrow.

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

OK.

I'll see you at home.

OK.

Oi, oi.

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

- Since when? - All day.

I dunno.

You at a bit of a loose end, then?

Come on... Oi!

Oh, Janine, thanks for coming, love.

Thank you. I 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.

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... um?

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-Com is it?

Uh, do you want to see 90's cheerleaders?

Or d'you wanna see...

Sorry, is that a cricket bat?

Yea, 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 sort should I be playing then?

Um, 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.

I think we might go again.

Great. Can I come?

Uh, yeah, sure.

I'd just probably have to ask my...

Oh my god, I'm joking.

Thanks, mate.

Shit.

Hey!

What was that for?

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, eh?

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 '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?

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

So Jack's telling me the truth?

Well 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.

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

No matter the casualties.

- D'you know what your problem is? - No. Why don't you tell me.

You respond to every situation on an emotional level.

You'll get to meet my mum. Is that OK?

Yeah. 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 OK?

Dad, dad, dad.

Dad!

Rosa, did...

Are they still here?

Yeah, they're still here.

OK.

OK.

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

Come on, R-Rosa. It's gonna be OK.

No.

It isn't. It isn't.

No, it is.

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

Right, so what's the fucking rules again?

Right so, number one

this is a peaceful protest against that minger Michael Ryan

and, uh, number two, don't piss off the vizzies, OK?

- 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.

Hey. Anna?

Anna, where are ya?

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...

OK, 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 'ere?

Why did you do this?

Where did you even get a gun?

Fuck.

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

She's your daughter.

Lunatic!

Pair of lunatics!

Get off!

Anna?

Anna, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, here.

Help... me.

Oh god.

I didn't mean to.

I thought it was Catherine.

Are you hurt?

No. I'm fine.

And is anyone else here?

OK.

Jack.

Please.

Hello?

Hellooo?

Get on your knees.

Are you gonna kill me?

Not if you get on your knees.

Get something, will ya?

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?

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

I-I mean they are such good bosses

- that they treat us like mates, don't they? - 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.

Mm, alright.

- Jack. - Yeah?

You might wanna...

Oh yeah.

Jesus.

How's she doing?

All things considered, not good.

I saw you with Michael Ryan.

You and a hundred other people.

He's a local businessmen.

- That's bollocks. - Watch your tone.

Bit fuckin' late for all that, innit?

- OK Sarah I... - No, no...

There's things that don't make sense.

You can explain Michael Ryan, fine.

What about Jyotirangan Clarke?

I could have 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. Fu...

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... Listen to me. Listen to me.

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

- You don't even have to do this. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. No. I need to do this.

- Get off me. - I'm sorry.

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

Why... 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.

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

Here y'are, mate. Over here.

Hey, give him the ball back, you knob head.

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. OK.

- 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 neighbours getting home from work.

How many?

- Enough. - How long shall we give 'em?

As long as it takes. Otherwise what's the fucking point?

Alright.

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.

You gonna play the family card now?

I'm proud of my son.

I'm proud of the life that I 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?

OK.

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... We need to get out of here.

No.

Yeah, yeah. You alright, love?

Yeah, she's 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.

OK.

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, 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... This isn't me, I mean...

Plenty of other bollocks is, but this... This is on, uh...

- Catherine? - Yeah.

Both of you, uh, blame each other.

Yep.

Mm-hm.

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.

OK, 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 and find my wife and my daughter...

a life they deserve. Yeah.

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

Oh, OK, yeah, cos 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.

You know, word of advice, wrap up warm

cos it gets fuckin' freezing there.

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

I know what I would do.

Right, Clive?

Go ahead.

- What? - Fuck off.

- Really? - Mm-hm.

Yep.

- You got this? - Yeah.

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, no!

Y'alright?

Alright?

Nice dog.

Under a blue moon I saw you

So soon you took me

Up in your arms

Too late to beg you or cancel it

Though I know it must be the killing time

Unwillingly mine

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him, yeah

To him

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself

You give yourself

You give yourself

To him