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[wine pours]

[clink]

[skipping rope tapping floor]

[thumping]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

[exhausted breathing]

OK.

Which hospital?

- [Man] Female, age 55 years.

Suspected overdose.

Is it her?

- Yeah, it's her.

That's a known yes.

[ominous music]

- [Man] Note, at 11:15, the deceased's son confirmed

the identity of the deceased's body.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Take a few days off.

- No, it's OK.

I found Morrell.

He's taking delivery from Maggins,

he's got a house full in Westhaven,

sold some jobs on passports.

- Cheeky fucker.

You're my little sniffer dog aren't you?

Sniffing out Romanians.

[metal clanking]

[car engine revving]

Here.

Have a fucking laugh at these, eh?

[laughing]

In there, get in there.

Nobody fucking move, you little fuckhead.

Where's your fucking money?

- Fuck you!

- Where's the fucking money, eh?

- OK!

Get off her.

- I'm a reasonable man.

30-70.

I'll take the 70.

- I'll just take those.

- Open your mouth.

- Look, I'm sorry.

- Open your fucking mouth.

Suck it.

Oh, go on, like you mean it.

- [Girl] Mommy!

- You're enjoying that now, aren't ya?

[gasping]

[speaking foreign language]

- Stop!

- Ow!

[yelling and grunting]

[clanking]

[gasping]

[sirens blaring]

- Come on.

- [Judge] In sentencing, this court takes into account

the remorse you exhibited during the trial process.

Consequently, there is a course for leniency

in the charge of manslaughter.

You are hereby sentenced to 12 years in prison

of which you must serve at least seven.

- [Guard] OK if you could take your shirt off for me please.

[melancholy music]

Come on through.

[chattering and yelling]

[whistling]

[yelling and applauding]

OK, cell 12.

[whistling]

[chattering]

- Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

Get up.

Fucking woman killer.

[grunting]

[gasping]

[oscillating]

[chattering]

[shower running]

[sweeping]

[chattering]

- Get out of my fucking head.

Get out of my fucking head.

Get out.

[banjo music]

[crying]

[chattering]

- Sit down. - Thanks.

- [Man] What did you hope to achieve by meeting the daughter

of your victim?

- I wanted to apologize, and try and make her

understand what happened. - Her foster parents

have refused the request.

They didn't think it would be a good idea.

[chattering]

[grunting]

- Hey.

[grunting]

[ominous music]

[echoing singing]

- I'll never get out.

I'm gonna look after her.

- I'll be watching.

- [Man] Shrink's ready for you now.

- [Therapist] And your medication's up to date.

- Yep. - Any hallucinations?

- Nothing. - That's good.

Very good.

- Marley Dean Jacobs.

What's that?

- Banjo.

- I'm beginning to think you've got

a lot of spare time on your hands.

Come on, get in.

How was it?

- Delightful. - Did you have a wife?

- No, I didn't have a wife.

- Glad to hear it, mate.

It's all a bit weird, that type of thing,

if you ask me.

You know Brendan's into proper property now.

Buildings from the '60s and '70s and takes care of them.

Gets grants for it.

Sorted you out a flat, getting out of prison.

- Thanks, but they sorted my own place.

[sirens blaring]

[ominous music]

[clicking]

[jack hammering]

[chattering]

- Cheers.

Marley.

[laughing]

How long has it been, son?

- Seven years, man.

- Jesus.

That's a long stretch, huh?

Heard you took a bad pace.

That's my new boy, Chambers.

Does what you used to do, you know, odds and sods.

Saw a lot of psychiatrists, too, I heard.

Well, I hope they haven't changed you too much.

We all need a bit of insanity in our lives.

Keeps us sane.

- [Marley] Can't take that.

- Keep it, it doesn't matter.

Give it to some fucking charity cunts or something.

Let's get a drink.

Come on.

[Irish music]

You be careful of this girl here.

She'll eat you for breakfast.

[chattering]

They got a spot of work for you in the kitchens,

if you want it, it's kosher.

I know what it's like when you've got

a probation officer breathing down your neck, you know?

- Thanks.

- Just looking after you.

I know I'm a bit pesky.

You always felt like a bit of a son to me, you know?

- Yeah, you've always been there for me.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Brendan.

What happened to the daughter?

- Who fucking knows, why?

- I just wondered.

♪ Oh my parents gave me learning ♪

♪ Good learning they gave to me ♪

♪ For they sent me to a butcher shop ♪

♪ A butcher boy to be

♪ And it was there I met with Mary Anne ♪

♪ Who had the dark and oval eye ♪

♪ And I promised for to marry her ♪

♪ In the month of sweet July

♪ Oh and we went down to her mother's house ♪

♪ Tween the hours of eight and nine ♪

♪ And he asked her for to walk with him ♪

♪ Down by the foaming brine

♪ Well he walked it east

♪ And they walked it west

♪ And they walked it all alone

♪ Til he took a knife from out his shirt ♪

♪ And he stabbed her to the ground ♪

♪ Oh she fell upon one bended knee ♪

♪ And for mercy she did cry

♪ Roaring Billy, dear, don't murder me ♪

♪ I am not prepared to die

- Look at you, son.

Brendan wants to see you.

- What's he want?

- I don't know.

- Did you ever meet my brother, James?

- Yeah, when I was a kid at some charity thing, I think.

- Him and his missus adopted the daughter

of the woman you killed.

Her name's Christina.

- Why would he do that?

It's a bit weird, isn't it, Brendan?

- Lost a granddaughter to drugs.

His missus wanted a replacement, I suppose.

Like getting a new cat when your old cat gets run over.

- Yeah, but why her?

- Because my brother thinks it's his mission in life

to right my wrongs.

Anyway, he wants to meet you.

- [Man] To present the next award for staff

who have gone above and beyond the call of duty

this year is a man who's never missed a single award

since we've first began this tradition 15 years ago.

It gives me great pleasure to introduce

former Lord Mayor, Jimmy Doyle.

[applauding]

- Thank you.

Can we do that again?

No, thanks.

The only difference between a saint and a sinner

is that a saint has a past

and a sinner has a future.

I'm proud to say that the recipients of this year's award

goes to the Ladywood Young Offenders Rehabilitation Unit.

[applauding]

Edmond.

- Jimmy.

This is Marley. - Mr. Doyle.

- That's Marley.

- All right, Jimmy, I'll see you later.

- [Jimmy] I'm so sorry Soy couldn't make it.

Will you send her my very, very best wishes?

- Definitely will. - All the best now.

Let's talk in the car.

[coughing]

Brendan got you young, didn't he?

- That's right.

He used to take on kids from the home.

Give us jobs when no one else would.

- Taught you everything he knows.

- I suppose so.

- What did you do for him?

- He found people.

And he was very good at it.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- Tell me, are you sorry for what you did?

- Yeah, I am.

- Last week she left and took her things.

- Why?

- She's troubled.

She's 16.

Police say she's an adult.

- Can't send any of my boys to look for her.

If word gets out she's attached me, bad all around.

You they won't remember.

- Any idea where she might be?

- She has a boyfriend called Alex.

Don't know anything about him.

Other than he's bad news.

You think she's streetwise.

Kids that age do, but she not.

He thought we were fools taking her on

and she was a bad seed.

At eight years old, you've not had a chance

to be good or bad.

None of us are born bad, are we?

[ominous music]

- My brother.

- What's really going on? - He wants her back.

- What's the story, to try it on with her or something?

- My brother's many things.

A hypocrite in many ways, yes.

Me and a few back unders, yes.

But not that.

- Not tonight, mate.

How are you, brother?

- Yeah, good, man, how you doing?

- Yeah, good to see you.

How long you been out? - A couple of weeks.

- No kidding, you're not missing much.

- [Marley] Yeah, seems like it.

- What's up, then?

- Looking for someone.

Kid called Alex.

And the girl.

- Alex.

Could be Alex Gates, AKA Honey Monster.

Why?

- I'll tell you next time I see you.

- You about working with Brendan again, aren't you?

- I'll tell you next time I see you, all right?

- What the fuck are you doing that for?

Alex hangs about with a nasty bit of worker called Daws.

- Where's this Daws hang about?

- Strip joint called Extasia.

- What about this Alex?

Know where he lives?

- Flat above the Derad Arms.

- Is he a dealer?

- Look for the shoes.

- All right, thanks.

- Listen, look after yourself.

Give me a shout if you need anything.

- [Marley] Will do.

[sirens blaring]

[tapping]

[tense music]

[knocking]

[baby crying]

- Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?

- I met her in a takeaway in Liddards.

But she'd run away, like, she was spooky but I liked her.

- Spooky.

- Yeah, you know, like not quite with it.

She was restless and that.

She never slept.

So I gave her some money for some food and that.

Said she could stay at my place for a while.

She'd run away from like a foster home or something.

She didn't want to talk about it.

- And where is she?

- No idea.

Why does anyone even care, man?

She's just another fuck up from a kid's home, ain't she?

[grunting]

Fucking hell.

Do you know who Carl Daws is?

- Yeah, I've heard of him.

- All right, well I deal for him, yeah.

And I got robbed.

He wasn't very reasonable about it.

He said he wanted security, so I gave him Christina

for a bit while I get the cash together.

- [Marley] How much is Daws into you for?

- 5G.

- All right.

And he's got her at Extasia.

- Yeah, she's upstairs locked up.

- Got yourself into some deep shit

with someone very nasty.

Much nastier than Daws, do you understand that?

But if you help me, I can help you back.

- What do I have to do?

- For the time being, keep your mouth shut.

- OK.

- Get out of the car.

[engine starting]

[banjo playing, dog barking]

[baby crying]

[phone ringing]

Hello? - Listen, I've got news.

They're gonna sell her. - How much?

- [Man] A grand.

- Tell him you've got a buyer. - OK.

I'll take you tonight.

[ethereal music]

[chattering]

- That's us, all of us.

Dad was an evil old bastard, right enough.

This way.

[coughing]

- The tragedy of life is,

it's not the beautiful die young,

but they get old and mean.

Never get old, Marley, it's not worth it.

You have news.

- Yeah, I found her.

Alex is using her as a marker with a code

to Carl Daws who he owes money to.

- You know this Daws? - I do.

He's a tool rag. - How much does he owe?

- Five grand.

- Do they know who she is?

- No. - Where is she?

- Daws has got her locked up at his club.

I need a grand to get her back.

- He's a pimp.

He'll sell her to the highest bidder.

Can you trust him?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Just get her back to me.

- How'd you find her?

- Alex told me where she was.

- Rough him up a bit, did ya?

Jamie's dying, you know.

He's a repentant old man, slightly deluded, in my opinion,

but there you go.

You're fighting this good fight, Marley, my son.

If you have to kick a few heads around to get her back,

I'd say that's all in a good cuntin' cause, wouldn't you?

- See you later.

[tense music]

- Let's go.

[tense music]

[dramatic music]

- Yeah.

- This is the guy I told you about.

- Are you familiar?

- No, I don't think so.

- Sit down.

Get yourself comfy.

- Alex says you got a girl for me.

- Show me the cash.

- One G.

- Fetch her.

She all right?

- Yeah.

10,000.

- What?

- 10,000 pounds.

First was just a down payment.

- You know who she is?

- I do?

I don't give a fuck, mate.

- Silent.

Put it down now, now.

You've got your grand.

I'm taking her.

- You fucking muppet.

- Stay there.

Move.

Fucking stay, move move move.

Get in.

[gasping]

Jimmy sent me to pick you up.

I'm taking you home.

You cold or something?

Do you want a cup of tea?

Cup of tea.

[grunting]

[engine starting]

Get up.

Hey yo.

- Not allowed to smoke in there, apparently.

Hello, Chrissie.

She gave you trouble, eh?

- Yeah.

- You want to be careful.

This man's get four.

Come on.

Come on, in you go.

Here, take a seat.

Come on, take a seat.

- We've gone to a lot of trouble to get you back.

- Did you have any trouble with Daws?

- Not really.

- Don't fucking move.

- Are we sure about this now?

- Positive.

- Can we trust him?

- She's got to go.

- Jimmy. - No, no, he's right.

- She knows things.

- She's just a fucking kid.

- She's a proper pain in the ass is what she fucking is.

Here.

In the heart, through the ribs.

Keep it clean.

Gaylord doesn't want a mess on his rug.

Stop lying to yourself.

You're an evil bastard, and that's nothing

to be ashamed of.

[tense music]

You're my boy, Marley.

Embrace it.

- I'm not doing it.

- Fine.

Do you know who this is, Chrissy, hmm?

Remember him?

That's the man that slit your mommy's throat.

[grunting]

For fuck's sake.

- No, no mess, nothing.

- I know how to fucking do it.

- Please, please.

- Don't make it any harder than it already is, sweetheart.

[grunting]

- That's enough.

Let her go.

- Come on.

- Let her go.

Cut her loose, now.

Now.

Put it down.

You stay where you are.

- You're making a big mistake, pal.

Good luck when I catch up with you, yeah?

Give me the knife, give me the knife.

Get in the car.

I'm sorry.

- Is that it?

Why'd you do it?

- I didn't mean to.

- Yeah, so it was an accident.

- I want to help you.

Fuck.

[tense music]

[grunting]

These meant for me?

Put them on, you fucker.

Now where's Alex, and don't fuck about.

- His place.

- Where is he really?

- For fuck's sake.

- Tell Daws who Christina was?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Well done.

- Well, does Brendan know?

- What's she know? - All right, there will be

no need for that.

Listen, Brendan gets a cut of the club's earnings

in return for sorting the license.

Daws hates that.

It was my chance to clear up the debt.

- And why did they want her dead?

- Don't turn around.

I'm tying up for Brendan.

I've tidied up Daws and now I'm tidying up him.

- Oh, hang on a minute. - Shut the fuck up.

I told Brendan we want you dead.

But you're a special boy, aren't ya?

You had enough time convincing Jimmy, all right.

Kill him.

- Please, there are no issues.

I'll show you, I'll take you there.

- No you don't.

Come on, now, boy, he's an annoying little shit anyway.

What's he really got to offer society?

It's him or you.

- Do it.

Kill him.

Kill the little shit now.

Do it, kill him, fucking kill him.

Kill him now.

[gun shooting]

- Clean it up.

Brendan needs to know you're safe, understand?

He needs reassurance you're still his boy.

[wiping]

You're good at this, are ya?

Hey.

You missed a bit.

There's a bit of eyeball on some of the bollocks

on the light switch over there.

[whistling]

You see him in that position in prison?

You probably learned it in care homes, actually.

I heard your mommy was a junkie.

That why you got a thing about women, is it?

You find the little tart, Brendan will let you live.

You've got two days.

I'll be looking for her, as well.

And I hope you find her first now, don't you?

[ominous music]

[speaking foreign language]

[oscillating]

[grunting]

- Christina.

[tense music]

[doorbell ringing]

Hey there, is your mom in?

- You mean Maura?

- Yeah.

- Maura.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking for Christina Vedova.

I think she may have been in your care for a while.

- Sorry, these are at risk kids.

I can't discuss cases.

- I'm her uncle.

Please, look, her grandmother's in bits.

You know what the police are like, they won't do anything.

- She's out of my hands, I'm afraid.

Turn 16, and they're gone.

- Any idea where she might be?

She got any mates or?

- She never settled here really, to be honest with you.

Bit of a loner, you know.

Best you try social services.

- Maura. - All right.

I'd like to help you more, but sorry.

- Thanks.

[dog barking]

[tense music]

[paper tearing]

- Found her yet?

- Not yet.

- Shamus here doesn't give a fuck about anything or anyone.

Frightens the Christ out of me sometimes.

But you.

You're like Jimmy, no stomach for it.

Come here.

This is your second chance, there will be no third.

Take your trousers down.

You know.

Your ma'am was gorgeous.

Before she took to the smack, that is.

Last time I had to do this, you were a kid, eh?

You have one more day.

Tomorrow.

I'll be going up the middle.

[ethereal music]

[laughing]

[chattering]

[singing]

[ominous music]

- Come on, Judy.

All right, Christine.

Careful, bring your camera.

You've been here a while, haven't you?

- Eight years. - Blimey.

That's a long time.

What are you, 16? - March, next year.

- Look, seriously, stop filming now.

- Why? - Just do it, yeah.

- Where are you taking her? - Well, you'll find out

next year, won't you?

Come on, we're late.

You got your cake, eat it in the car.

Hello.

It's OK.

Just here to make sure you're OK, all right, love?

You all by yourself?

- Yeah.

- Have you run away?

How old are you, love? - 18.

- I'm not the police.

- 16.

- Look, I can take you to an interim carer.

It's really nice there, it's really safe, yeah?

[chattering]

Come on.

Just right there.

[chattering]

It's not that far.

All right.

Hey, Chrissie love.

Maury says that you've gone

and I was meant to take you

to your new accommodations today.

Do you remember?

Come on, you're 16 now.

You know you can't live at the home anymore.

[beeping]

Come on, Christina, this isn't funny.

I'm really angry.

Call me straight away and tell me where you are.

You're gonna be in a lot of trouble if you don't.

[beeping]

Hey, Chrissie, it's me again.

Look, we're all really worried about you.

Please call me.

[beeping]

Look, you stupid little bitch, it's my fucking neck

on the line.

You better ring me right now, OK?

[tense music]

[ominous music]

[yelling]

- Get the fuck in.

You supply kids to Brendan, don't you?

And Christina was one of them.

You told me Jimmy and his wife adopted her

when she was a kid, but that's not true, is it?

Is it?

- No, it isn't.

It was me.

- And where do the kids end up?

- I don't know, they don't tell me.

- Tell me.

- Jimmy's got people in social services.

The kids turn 16.

Cases are closed.

They disappear.

Brendan's a supplier for rich people.

Perverts with cash.

- There's some they keep for themselves, don't they?

- Yes.

- Like Christina.

- Jimmy.

Wanted her from the start.

He used to come to the home, give her presents.

He watched her grow up.

I'm sorry.

Please.

Please.

[crying]

Please.

- Shut up.

Shut up, be quiet, shut up.

- [Woman] I'm sorry.

[shooting, grunting]

[shooting]

- Too late, they've already found her.

[shooting]

[ominous music]

[baby crying]

[chattering]

[clinking]

- Where is she?

[beeping]

[coughing]

- She went peacefully.

Most of them do.

Most of the time.

[coughing]

That's where I keep them.

Until I'm ready, the killing part.

I don't like looking at their faces.

Puts me off.

They stay at the home until they're of age.

Have something of a life.

- Where's Brendan?

- He's waiting for you.

- Where is he?

- West Lake, it's a children's home.

- I Know what it is.

- I'm not justifying the killing,

but she was past help.

Overlooked by everyone.

What could you do with someone like that?

I mean it's sad, it's very, very sad, but it's true.

Oh.

What the fuck?

[gun shooting]

[ominous music]

- Hello, what are you doing here?

[gun shooting]

- Come on, then, you fucker.

[grunting]

[gun shooting]

[breathing heavily]

- Is he dead?

- Looks like it.

- Fuck.

- It's OK.

- I just killed someone.

- He deserved it.

- I'm gonna go to prison.

- No, you're not.

Why didn't he kill you?

- Because he said that he wanted you back

and that you'd come for me.

- Take this.

Get up to the joint club, ask for a man called Pokers.

Give him that money, tell him I sent you.

He'll sort things out.

You can trust him.

Go there straight away, OK, don't fuck about.

Go on.

Fuck off.

[swelling music]

♪ Oh my parents gave me learning ♪

♪ Good learning they gave to me ♪

♪ For they sent me to a butcher shop ♪

♪ A butcher boy to be

♪ And it was there I met with Mary Anne ♪

♪ She had the dark and the oval eye ♪

♪ And I promised for to marry her ♪

♪ In the month of sweet July

♪ He went down to her mother's house ♪

♪ Tween the hours of eight and nine ♪

♪ And he asked her for to walk with him ♪

♪ Down by the foaming brine

♪ Down by the foaming brine we'll go ♪

♪ Down by the foaming brine

♪ Oh that won't be a pleasant walk ♪

♪ Down by the foaming brine

♪ Well they walked it east

♪ And they walked it west

♪ And they walked it all alone

♪ Til he took a knife from out his shirt ♪

♪ And he stabbed her to the ground ♪

♪ Oh she fell upon one bended knee ♪

♪ And for mercy she did cry

♪ Roaring Billy dear, don't murder me ♪

♪ I am not prepared to die

♪ Well, he took her by the lily white hands ♪

♪ And he dragged her to the brim ♪

♪ And with a mighty downward push ♪

♪ He threw her bloody in

♪ Well he went back to his mother's house ♪

♪ Tween the hours of 12 and one ♪

♪ Little did his mother think

♪ What her darling son had done ♪

♪ Well he asked her for a candle light ♪

♪ To show him up to his bed

♪ And he asked her for a handkerchief ♪

♪ To tie around his head

♪ And no sleep, no rest the young man get ♪

♪ No rest he could not find

♪ For he thought he saw the gates of hell ♪

♪ Approaching his bedside

♪ Well the murder it was soon found out ♪

♪ And the gallows was his doom

♪ For the murder of sweet Mary Anne ♪

♪ Who lies where the roses bloom ♪

[ominous music]