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Who was that? I didn't see.

Was he naked? Yeah.

Ha ha!

You're lovely.

Ha ha!

We got you, mate. Come on!

Nice one, Jim-Jams.

Are you okay?

That was mental. Mate.

That was fucking mental.

James, one question--

Why the penis?

Well, shouldn't we all be--

You told me it'd be better without clothes.

Mate, you'll be finding grain up your arse

for about six months.

Shit us a flapjack!

And you-- you can go back in there.

Should we get Annie?

Yeah!

Coming!

No, no! You won't feel a thing!

No! What's that?!

And you won't see a thing!

Ha ha ha!

Right, Cal, you're next.

Go on!

Right? We made it.

So you coming out later? Later?

Yeah. Don't be a lightweight, Tina.

We've got things to do. I can feel it.

The wolves are howling.

You're fucking mental.

Who's coming?

I asked you first... of course.

The others should be up for it.

I'll try and persuade the naked boy,

but he won't.

Wait, I told you not to look down.

Everyone looks down. I don't. I never have.

That's actually true, isn't it?

Yeah. So, Tina, you know how I love you...

Don't push me, Cal.

And you know how I'm practically your brother.

No! I'm doing this for you

as well as for me.

Nice one!

Fuck.

I looked down.

♪ You're gonna hate me soon if you don't understand ♪

♪ That what we're doing here has got no long-term plan... ♪

Coming.

When'd you get in last night?

When I discovered my ever-friendly dad

locked me out.

You going back to sleep?

Tina. Honestly, not a good idea.

Shit.

Come on!

♪ So why don't we just skip ahead and leave this behind? ♪

♪ We can hate or we can love or we can let it unwind ♪

♪ Your father says that you are near ♪

♪ So let's get together in a couple of years ♪

♪ You're gonna hate me soon

♪ You're gonna hate me soon

♪ You're gonna hate me soon

♪ You're gonna hate me soon

No!

Some people will pay good money for that sort of wake-up.

Yeah?

What have they been rubbing Black down with-- a scouring brush?

You'd have known if you were here. You're both late.

To be fair, Eli wasn't late.

He was sleeping on the job.

Eli, you're on Crowley James.

Tina, you're taking Blackout.

You are aware there hasn't been a bus

running through this town in about six years?

I'm optimistic things might change.

Fancy some breakfast?

I've got an Irn-Bru, family-size pack of Mars bars--

breakfast of champions.

You'll die young.

The drugs will take me before the diet does.

True. You going home or coming out?

Going home. Did you sleep?

I either slept and dreamt a man

with a rat face and red balloons was following me,

or a man with a rat face and red balloons

was actually following me.

Red balloons?

They popped one by one.

Right.

I was probably dreaming.

Heh! Yeah.

What happened to you?

Um, not entirely sure.

Definitely involved less balloons, though.

Okay, well, I have sleep to catch up on,

and you have no job to go to.

Ha ha. Yeah. It's not nice

taking the mickey out of people that don't work.

It was a good night.

Ranks with the best.

Hold her steady so I can get my hand in.

I can just about get hold of the calf.

She's in breach. You're a vet. You can do--

What's going on? It's under control, Mum.

Why didn't you call me?

I called Janine. The earlies are my shift.

We're saving it.

I think there's a rupture.

How did we miss this?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Janine didn't miss it. I did.

I slept in.

I didn't call until too late.

It's not her, it's me.

Those bails on the east field

got rained on last night.

Get them inside before they rot.

She's bleeding out.

Please just do what you can.

Cal, it's me.

I'm with your less-fun, moody older brother.

Where are you at?

And where'd you end up last night? We lost you.

Call me back when you get this.

You're not talking.

Your brother's not answering.

Pretty boring morning all around.

Yeah, well, I'm not Cal, am I?

He does his thing, I do mine.

Ha ha ha! She's fidgety.

She's a proper racehorse. She wants to go.

Jealous of my ride, Eli?

Ain't yours. Dom won't let you race her.

No? Not till you're contract anyway.

Should we let them go a bit?

No.

Tina!

Tina, wait!

She's not ready!

You mean you're not?

Sorry! Easy, girl!

Oi!

Come on, Eli?

Tina, you'll hurt the horse!

You'll hurt the horse!

Go on!

Tina! Tina!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

What do you think you're playin' at?

You can dismount any time you like.

Just wanted to see him go a bit.

The trouble is you ride him like a motorbike...

not a horse.

I ride him how he wants to be ridden.

Get off my million-pound racehorse, Tina.

You're gonna learn

to be nice to people, Dominic.

You're gonna learn to keep your tail in.

Tintin?

Tintin.

Tintin.

You okay?

Not okay. What was in that thing?

Some sort of industrial agricultural

effluent cleaner type thing.

A nattily-dressed Irishman recommended it to me.

My eyebrows itch.

They're also quite floaty.

It wasn't good?

It wasn't good.

Better?

My head is throbbing.

I think I'm having a heart attack.

Or an asthma attack.

Definitely an attack, then?

You're a bad man, you are!

Ha ha! I am a bad man.

I regret nothing.

Did you get any post?

You're supposed to be getting your uni offers through.

Yes. Yep.

In fact, I've done better than that.

Got an offer. Accepted a place.

English as a Foreign Language

at Westminster University.

Serious.

English as a Foreign Language?

Yes, I was told--

Your mum is gonna kill you.

You're in it--

the future.

My future.

Cosmos smiles on you, Tintin.

Yeah, if you and your drugs don't kill me first.

Again! No! Not again!

You're a bad man!

I need this one off the books, okay?

Okay. Forty do it?

I can't a vet's bill for a dead animal.

Forty's fine.

At least we saved the calf.

If it lives through the night,

I'll call the hunt man to get rid of it.

Sam can use the meat for the hounds.

It wasn't James' fault.

It could've happened even if he'd checked.

But he didn't check, did he?

His father never overslept a day in his life.

And now I've lost a good milker.

Jackie?

How bad is it?

Don't worry. I have plans.

Leave the clean-up to James...

if he ever shows up.

Can I take your names, please?

Ruth Rosen. Ian Salter, Sergeant.

Okay, thank you very much.

Isn't that James Warwick?

Didn't you know him?

Used to.

We got a name for the body yet?

No.

Caleb Bray.

That's Cal.

Yeah.

You're needed...

down at the traveler's site.

You're dripping water on Annie's vinyls.

Yeah? Yeah, so don't. She'll kill you.

God. Annie will kill me. My mum will kill me.

Everyone's just gonna kill me?

You're going to work out what you'll do with your life eventually, you know.

I know what I want to do.

I want to dance!

Come on, Tintin. Oi!

You know what to do. Spin out and spin in.

Whoo! Ha ha ha!

Ooh. Ooh.

Got time for a quick hand job?

Romantic.

Blow job?

Heh!

Cal says you don't give a fuck about anyone.

Including me.

Well, Cal can fuck off,

because it's not really his business, is it?

He's like my little brother.

I've been riding with him and Eli since I was seven.

Yeah, you've been riding me since we were 15.

Fourteen.

Which, according to Inuit tradition at least,

makes us family, too.

I love you.

Okay, I believe you.

Hey.

Five more if the wheels are still on

when we get back.

I want in on this, okay?

I went to get on this team.

Don't let me down, okay?

Won't everyone be on the team?

No, of course not.

There'll be one or two seconded,

but mostly it's city boys.

Inspector.

Been a while since we dragged you down here, sir.

Yeah, just after they burned down the church, I believe.

That was never proved.

Probationer Ruth Rosen, sir.

You requested her.

Yeah, of course.

Do you want me to start the H2H, sir?

Yeah, get on it.

I believe the victim's van is over there.

Please don't take my word for it.

I have no proof.

Sharon says she saw you and that gypo boy

tearing it round the long this morning.

Eli, Mum. His name's Eli.

Yeah, well, you ain't gonna get a ride

behaving like that, are you?

Don't get me started on that gypo family.

That gypo family was there when you weren't.

You need to behave. That's all I'm saying

if you want to go contract.

I'll get a contract 'cause I'm the best.

And I am.

Sometimes when you smile,

you look just like him, you know that?

Great. I look like a man. Great.

No. He had quite a girly face, your father.

Why I liked it. Dead soft.

Hard as nails underneath, but he looked soft on top.

Twenty's all I got this week.

No, no, no. I don't need to take your money.

Take it.

She did say you looked good up there.

She said you flew.

Yeah, I flew.

I don't know if they've told you. I'm--

I haven't spoken in a long time, so--

Do your best, then. Sir, I just--

If not, do your job.

We need the brother found.

They're refusing to speak our language.

How do you speak the Romany?

Do you know where he is?

They just need to tell him something.

Tell her we need answers.

She doesn't give us answers, we'll--

Please.

Give me a minute, sir.

But I can tell you that it's something

that he'll need to know.

Heard a body's been found.

We just need to find him.

The Moon Horse.

Try the Moon Horse.

She means Uffington.

Let's go.

I...

knew you when you were a baby, you know.

Yet, I barely remember you at all.

Right and again, now turn, turn.

Hands, hands, hands. One, two, three, one, two, three.

Now come to me. Come here.

Now follow my feet.

No, you're doing it wrong, right.

Look, it's bing-bing-bash.

It's fucking what? It's bing-bing-bash.

My auntie taught me.

Right, it's coming up again. You ready?

Bing-bing-bash. Now spin!

Waah!

I can't fucking do it!

You can! Just watch my fucking feet!

Northerners should not teach Southerners how to dance.

What the fuck?

The North invented dance, mate.

Northern soul, Northern soul.

Now follow my feet.

Annie! Annie, she can't dance.

Not even a little bit. And her being a fucking sportsman!

No, I can't fucking bish-bash-bosh.

I can dance to proper music.

Turn the music off. What?

Turn the music off.

You all right, Annie?

We decided to drink, take the pain off today

by focusing it on tomorrow.

That's very poetic. It is, yeah.

They found a body.

What?

It's on the news. They found a body here.

The found a body in the fields here.

Whose?

They're not saying.Fuck.

Who is it?

It's James. Why is he--

It's Rob, isn't it? He's gonna tell me that Rob's--

Just pick up the phone, Tina.

Hello?

Where?

Are you okay?

Thanks for letting me know.

It wasn't Rob.

What's that?

Porn. Porn?

Yeah. Pretty weird as well.

It was, like, um, voyeur crap.

I like to watch.

Who let you up?

Your dad.

You all right, Jim-Jams, mate?

You look like the vicars tried...

tickling your balls or something.

You haven't heard.

Haven't heard what?

Traditionally, this is when

you tell me the news I haven't heard.

Unless you want me to guess.

I can guess if you want. We'll do, like, charades.

Last Christmas, I was trying to do Only Fools and Horses,

I'm doing the horse one, that's all right.

Mum's got that, 'cause I was, like, whipping.

But fools-- like, how do you do fools?

Cal's dead.

And I found him.

Shit.

Here.

What-- What did he die of?

They don't know.

And you found him?

I thought he was a lamb.

How stupid am I? I thought I'd driven over a lamb.

And then I saw him.

And for a minute, I thought I'd killed him.

That he was--

His body was so cold.

And he felt--

And he felt like rubber.

And it's like--

like I could smell him.

No.Like I can smell him.

Shall I skin up?

Yeah.

Ruth.

It's been a while.

Did you ride all the way here?

When I heard, um...

I didn't know where else to come.

I figured no one else would be here for Eli.

What, you thought Eli would be here?

Isn't he? What if he was?

Is he here, Ruth?

You know, everyone was surprised

when you joined the police.

I wasn't.

You just want power, right?

I mean, you've always wanted power.

So what, that I could do some counter thing

where I say, "All you care about is winning"?

But, I mean, it's bollocks, isn't it?

I'm here for Eli.

You know he'll need me. Just tell him I'm here.

Ride home, Tina.

What?

Tina, man.

Few texts. Five missed calls.

She must be in bits.

You know, man.

Go find your girlfriend, Rob.

You could come, too.

No, I'm okay.

Come here. What are you doing?

What do you mean? You going for a hug?

No, I'm going for a snog, mate.

Tongues and everything.

Ha ha ha! See, there's the man I love!

Pucker up, bitch. I'm riding you home!

What about Tina? Tina Schmina, mate.

Where are we goin'? Films? Drinks?

There's a skittles night on at the Horsham.

Probably canceled, though.

Could be fun. Never crashed a skittles night before.

Might take your mind off things, mate.

Probably canceled, though. Am I just saying words?

Yeah.

The thing is...

right now I'm probably better off alone.

Yeah?

You did fine.

Yeah?

I'm fine.

Don't worry so much, mate.

It doesn't suit you.

Hey, Rob...

Rob... doesn't give a fuck.

Exactly. That's what you're talking about.

Plus, you never really liked him anyway, so...

there's no need to--

Let's not--

There's no need.

I liked him, mate. It's fine, Rob.

It's fine.

Sunday.

You'd last seen him three days ago?

About that.

Can't be sure?

The man did his own thing.

He was a 14-year-old boy.

I know who my brother was.

I don't know where he was last night.

Did your brother have any enemies?

Not that I knew of.

Will you tell me about him?

Tell you what? He had brown hair, fair skin.

Liked chicken for dinner. Sausages sometimes.

Is that what you want to know?

This is not a formal interview, Eli.

I'm trying to help, not hinder, you.

You're a significant witness.

Your relationship with your brother makes you significant.

All we want to do is establish who Cal was.

'Cause that makes it easier to do our job.

Everyone liked Cal.

Don't think I can help you more than that.

Thank you for your time.

Eli.

Eli?

Nice strides.

I'm gonna get on the case.

I'm gonna try and-- Try and what?

We need your help, Eli. You have to trust us.

We're gonna find who did this.

That's all right, then.

Caleb Bray, also known as Cal,

14 years old, Romany traveler.

History of absconding from school

and expelled from school.

Any pre-cons?

Petty theft, joyriding,

ABH, criminal damage with intent.

Family situation?

Social Services intervened once

and took him into care,

but then returned him to the family home

once Eli Bray, his older brother, got custody.

Mother deceased, father currently serving time...

Going well, Ruth?

What are we doing here?

I don't know. Waiting for James.

Should we not discuss what we're gonna say?

They'll want to know who was last with Cal.

Who actually was the last with him?

Fuck knows?

They'll want to know what he was doing last night.

What we were doing. We all got fucked.

And now he's dead.

I'd rather the police didn't know,

and the same goes for Eli.

I'd rather he didn't know that Cal was--

Fine. We don't mention the drugs.

It doesn't mean I don't care or--

Whiskey.

Are we talking?

No?

No. No talking is fine.

What's that for?

Money for the funeral. What?

Listen, when my dad died, I thought--

I was just left with my mum.

I thought I was done.

But the truth is, you choose your family.

You choose who and what you need.

Particularly around here.

And I chose a new family.

You were part of that, both of you.

People think I need money for the funeral?

Eli, my point is, you're not alone.

Eli, you were there for me, both of you.

Let me be there for you.

But, he was mine, not yours, Tina.

This is one thing that ain't a fucking competition.

Now, I'm gonna find out who did this to me.

To us.

You should follow him.

He wants you to follow him.

Got any white?

Yeah, of course I do.

Are you okay? Yeah.

You'd tell me if you weren't, wouldn't you?

Shall we get out of here?

Yeah, sure.

Um, Tina, that's not yours.

Crazy bitch.

So this is fun.

Soundtrack required.

Yeah, soundtrack definitely required.

Yeah, maybe not that soundtrack.

You all right, Tins? Great.

You're waiting for me, aren't you?

You know why Romanies keep their kids out of school?

Because they think we're wankers, I believe.

I've got to go, Ruth.

Maths, English--

not important skills for a Romany kid.

You know what's important? How to read a face.

How to know when someone's lying.

Well, I need someone vaguely numeric, so--

Eli lied in there. He's hiding something.

Of course he is. But what?

I will find out for you, sir,

if you let me on your team.

You think you're strong, don't you?

I know I am.

Ever attended an autopsy before?

What? I need an exhibits officer

for Caleb's autopsy,

someone to take possession

of the pathology samples, blood, urine,

stomach lining, that sort of thing, and record them.

Think you've got the strength for that?

Well, don't blame you.

That's my point.

It can be a strength knowing people.

It can also be a weakness.

Sir, wait.

Mum?

Mum?

Wow, so many buttons.

What does this button do?

That's exciting.

What's this button do?

That's a little less exciting.

Take the wheel. What?

Tina!

Stunt. Tina!

Whooooo!

11-06, 21:10.

Postmortem report on Caleb Bray.

Thank you.

Okay. Let's get him cleaned up and opened up.

Are you all right up there? Tina?

Tina?

Maybe you should get down, yeah?

'Cause I'm barely reaching the pedals.

Tina, can you get down, please?

You're starting to freak me out.

Hey, come on.

It's gonna be all right. Shh, shh, shh.

Tina, let's pull over now

and pretend this never happened.

Look, I'm calling Annie.

You're gonna pull over and she's gonna take us home.

Tina, listen to me! You've got to slow down!

I'm gonna go in now and open up his chest.

Tina, what the fuck are you doing?

Slow this car down!

Tina, for fuck's sake!

Tina!

Tina!

It's all right, mate. It's all right, mate.

It's gonna be all right.

Shh. Quiet, now. Quiet.

Are you okay?

Next question.

Are you nuts?

I saw...

I'm fine.

Well, the difficult thing

is differentiating from the damage done by the tractor

and the death itself.

But, judging by the muscle rigor and the hypostasis,

I would estimate the time of death

as being between 15 and 18 hours ago.

So three and six this morning?

Yeah. Cause of death...

asphyxiation.

He was drowned in the mud.

I've not had that before.

His stomach and lungs had muddy water in them.

There were scratches and abrasions on his forehead

and a circular bruise in the middle of his back.

So it was definitely a murder.

Well, there was a struggle.

He was overpowered, and the assailant

held him down into the mud, kneeling on his back,

until he stopped breathing.

And do you think--

Is it likely it was someone he knew?

It's possible.

Good burner.

That's what money buys you, I guess.

He was a good guy.

Not sure "good" is the word I'd use to describe him.

He was ours.

Someone hurt him.

What are you saying, Tintin?

Our world just got fucked,

and we've no idea what happened.

And what? What do we do?

I don't know.

Everything is gonna change.

No.

Nothing needs to change.

There was some mild drinking involved.

There weren't drugs.

Drugs would finish my career.

Know them well?

I was friends with all of them.

You trust them? No.

I'm a stable boy till I die.

And the one thing I was working for is gone.

This place is poison. You promise me.

You need to tell Mum today... you're leaving.

♪ Steamy eye, you're gonna burn ♪

♪ I will save our ways

♪ And I don't want to cry no more ♪

♪ And I don't want to die no more ♪

♪ Cry no more