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Guess what happened with me
and Patrick last night.

Have you fully lost your mind?

You became a man today.

Respect.

I don't want money.

Just a bit of help... Sergeant.

That's right. We're lesbians.

GUNSHOT

We've all, at some stage of our
lives, considered arming ourselves.

Whether that's because you're
concerned about local gang activity

or perhaps you've achieved a certain
level of public recognition

and you're worried you could be seen
as a trophy by thugs.

That temptation is never greater
than when we're in Wit Pro.

But guess what.

It's no more legal to pack heat here
than it is on the civvy street.

But you can learn
to handle yourself.

You don't need to be Bruce Lee,
or the other one,

but learning some basic self-defence
might help put your mind at rest.

To that end, here's Dan.

Hello, Dan.

Dan's going to put me through
my paces.

Dan, let's just say,
for argument's sake,

I'm coming at you
with a broken bottle.

I've obviously been drinking.
You can smell it on my breath.

I'm saying anti-Semitic things
as I swing for you.

How would you handle that?

Long time no see, Dirty Boy.

I don't go by that name any more.
It's just Patrick now.

Patrick...

Oh, very nice. Yeah, very mature.

Distinguished.

You staying out of trouble now,
Patrick?

Yep. And I wonder...

do you get back to Bristol
these days and see your old mates?

There's no need.
You know, my life's here now.

The man who's tired of Swindon
is tired of life.

Mind if we come in, Patrick?

That depends.
Do you have a search warrant?

Now, why would we need a warrant,
Patrick?

Have you got something
worth finding?

I'll take that as a no, then.

Have a nice day, gents.

We'll be back!

I thought you were
really impressive then.

Seriously. Goose bumps.

BANGING CONTINUES

Oh...

Hi, Jackie.

Hello, Sarah, love.

This is my granddaughter, Summer.

Hello, Summer. Are you a lesbian?

Shush!

Summer's been making some cakes,
Sarah.

They're two quid.

Right.

Well done, Summer.

We're raising money.
Raising money for...?

For fags.

Well, fags and leccy, mainly.

They're two quid.

Oh, sorry. Yes, of course.

Erm...

Do you know what? I've just
eaten... several fig rolls.

Why don't I just give you
the two quid

and then you can sell my cake
to someone else?

Hey, get one of these
down you, love.

Divine.

If you like Bovril,
you'll love these.

Thanks...

Who was that?

Jackie and her granddaughter,
selling cakes.

Ah, bless.

Hey, whoa...
Are you not going to eat that?

No. Why not?

Look, there's a lot of EU regulation
around food preparation

and, at the end of the day,
it's there for a reason.

Brussels knows best.

Rhona, don't be ridiculous.
A child made that.

Which one was it?

The one who throws stones or
the one who throws dog poohs? Shit.

I can't bin it here. Why not?

I know for a fact
that Jackie goes through the bins.

What a prick.

I will take it into town
and bin it at the library.

Pretty sure Jackie's not
a big book-borrower.

Yeah, but she does sometimes use
the computers and do her tweets

so they can't trace them
from her home.

I'll play it safe,
take the bus to the tip.

GUNSHOT

CAT PURRS

Oh, he likes you.

And Smokey is a very good
judge of character.

Oh, it's such a shame.

And you're such a
handsome young man.

You don't need to be going around
with wrong 'uns.

Smokey can tell you're very sorry
for what you've done to his mummy.

Smokey's right, isn't he?

And Smokey thinks
you'd feel a whole lot better

if you took Jesus Christ
as your Lord and saviour.

GUNSHOT

PHONE BUZZES

"Shut the front door. "

It's him! It's Patrick! I knew it.

Right, fine. But don't answer it.

Shall I answer it?

No. I shouldn't, should I?

Absolutely.
Absolutely I should answer it?

No, no, you mustn't answer it.

No. Yes. You're right.

Oh, but maybe I should.
I'm stressed.

I think I need a wee.
I don't know if I need a wee

or if it's cos I'm stressed
because I think I should answer it.

Don't... answer the phone.

PHONE STOPS BUZZING

Oh...

Well done.

PHONE RINGS

Sgt Forrest.

'Tommy...

'Where's the address?'

Oh, now, Ian, little bit naughty.

Shouldn't really be calling me
on this line.

Your mobile, then.

Yes, you got me there.
It's been a busy couple of days.

Where is the address?

Now, I did say, did I not?

It's no easy thing for me to get.

'Don't care. '

Do better. I don't work
for patient people. 'All right. '

Roger that.

Rest assured I am working on it.

I'm working on it... right now,

in fact.

GUNSHOT

Oh...

I was worried, actually,
that this would happen.

That what might happen?

He's infatuated with me.

And because I haven't been
in contact

he's now experiencing
genuine emotional distress.

Hang on. He slept with you

and hasn't contacted you
for nearly two weeks.

It might be that he's just about
struggling by OK.

This wasn't just some casual thing,
though, was it?

It wasn't just sex.

Wasn't it? If you'd been there...

I was there. I should speak to him.
He deserves closure.

I mean,
it will probably devastate him,

but in the long term it's kinder.

I want him to be able to move on,
you know?

One day, I'd even like him to feel
like he can marry.

Yes. But we've talked about this,
haven't we, Leanne?

I know, I know, it's too dangerous.

I agree with you. Good.

I just hope I don't do anything
in my sleep.

But... there were no birds.

What was to be done?

Well, the park supervisor...

Mate, where was you yesterday?

I spent about £2.50 texting you.

We was meant to be selling.
I had to shift double.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry. Praise, bruv.

It smells like shit in here.

Mate, there's bare cat shit
on the carpet.

Oh, yeah.

I'll get it later.

Shouldn't you have, like,
a litter tray or some shit?

I just chuck them out the window
after Mum's gone to bed.

Listen, mate...

I was thinking maybe
that I should look after

the gun for a little while.

And before you start,
I'm not going to...

All right, then. I'll just...

take it, then.

Yeah?

See you, then.

All right?

And the rest. That's it.

Well, you'd best not be skimming.
That's all there is, honest.

What the fuck have you been doing
all week, then?

Mate, it's not my fault.
It's Appraisal, bruv.

He is not been coming out selling,

he's just been sitting in his room,
being weird with a cat.

It's him you want to be having
a go at, not me. It's not fair.

Wipe your own arse.

What? Wipe your own arse.

If you've got shit on your backside,
don't expect me to clean it.

Well, I've not had one today.

Right, listen.
If your little man's taking a piss,

it's cos you're letting him.

I don't want to hear,
"Benny, I've got a problem. "

I want to hear, "I solved the
problem. " Do you understand?

Manage your fucking staff, man.

He's your guy, he's your problem.

Wipe your own arse.

GUNSHOT

PHONE BUZZES
I'm saying nothing, Rhones.

I'm saying nothing.

PHONE CONTINUES TO BUZZ

Well, as we discussed,

keep ignoring the calls and
he'll get the message soon enough.

Because we don't want to risk
our lives, do we?

Because we value them, remember?

OK, I know.

Knickers on, Rhones,
I'm just showing you. God...!

RADIO: If you're just tuning in,
this is the agony hour.

Caller on line one,
what's your problem?

LEANNE: Hello, Simon. Long-time
listener, first-time caller.

What it is, is a young man is
very much in love with me,

but despite the feeling being
mutual, due to circumstances,

we can't be together

and I'm 90% sure he's going to be
committing suicide this evening.

Now, I know what you're thinking -

why can't we be together?

Well, I can say too much,

but let's just say
I MAY have witnessed a crime

that might have been on the news
recently.

I didn't get a chance
to pick my song!

Guess what I was going to have.

Right...!

If it makes this bollocks stop,
you can contact him.

I think that's a wise decision,
Rhones, given the facts.

On the grounds that you are
drawing a line under this.

Sure, yeah.

Let the poor boy move on.

And there will be
no further contact.

Agreed.

Fine.

I was going to have
The Ketchup Song.

'Hey, this is Patrick.

'I can't get to the phone right now,
so leave a message. '

Patrick, it's, er... Mystique.

We need to talk about our
relationship.

Where things stand,
where it's going to since that...

that night.

That beautiful night the week
before last when we had...

S- E-X.

OK, bye.

Is this the entirety of the
case file on Gladys Hobbs' murder?

I think so, yeah.

I mean, it's literally just
sugar, water, fruit.

Blend it, stick it in the freezer.

I'm no chef...

and I can do this.

Sugar, water, fruit.

Any fruit you like.
Couldn't be easier.

I just feel there must be
something here that we've missed.

Anyone who goes out to buy
supermarket sorbet wants shooting.

There's no excuse.

Seriously.

Will do.

Try it. Sugar, water, fruit.

Blend it, freeze it.

I'm going back to the flat.
Give it one more look over.

Any fruit you like.

Make a big batch.

That's dessert sorted for two weeks.

Patrick.

Thank you for agreeing to meet me.

I appreciate this hasn't been easy
for you.

Yeah, that's OK. Fine.

Listen, I'm sorry I haven't been
in touch. I've been really busy.

Shush.

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.

I'm going to speak now.

And I need you to listen.

Can you do that for me?

This, us...

...it's over.

Yeah.

I know.

OK, yeah. Anyway...

You brave, brave man.

I just hope you don't feel... used.

Like this was some sort of
one-night, no-strings-attached,

casual, just-for-fun thing.

I don't expect you to believe me,

but I hope...

...with time...

...you rebuild your trust in women...

...and go on to be the husband...

...and father...

...and friendly grandpa...

I know you could be.

SHE SOBS LOUDLY

OK, seriously, don't worry.

It's OK.

Oh, Patrick...!

Somehow...

you always say the right things.

Right, OK. Anyway...

No-one...

No-one knows me like you do.

OK, right. Anyway...

I wanted to ask if you would
look after something for me.

See, there's been a spate
of break-ins

amongst the bear
restoration community.

Oh, my God!

I know, steal-to-order jobs.

Erm...

priceless bears disappearing
off to God knows where.

Russia, probably.

That's terrible. Yeah.

So... I'm spreading out some of my
most precious bears to friends

who are nothing to do with the
trade, until this blows over.

And I wondered if...

...if you would look after
Charlie Littlepockets for me.

Patrick...

...that would be an honour.

And the least I can do,
given the way I've treated you.

Great.

Er, I'll be in touch.

Chin up, Patrick.

Chin up.

BANGING ON DOOR

Oh, Sarah, love.

I'm coming in, OK?

You all right, Jackie?

Take a seat, please, love.

I've got something difficult to tell
you about Mystique shagging a man.

It's Mystique.

She's shagging a man.

I overheard her on the phone
bragging about it.

And I think he might be Irish.

Oh, shit...!

That's a bummer.

Yeah, no, I feel like I should cry,

but I'm almost beyond tears,
you know?

Numb.

That... that's what I am.

I'm so numb

you probably can't tell
how upset I am.

But I am.

Well, I just thought
you should know.

But you know where I am if
you want me to twat her.

Sure. Yeah, thanks, Jackie.

Take care, luvvie.

Why haven't you eaten
my Summer's cake?

Oh, well, I was saving it.

But do you know what? Now I'm just
too devastated to eat.

You've got to eat, love.
Otherwise you'll lose your tits.

Er, yeah. No, you're right, Jackie.

Erm...

could you just leave, though?

Because, erm...

Well, I only eat in private.

I make quite a weird noise.

Come on, open wide.

No, really, I...

That's it. Good girl.

Dog hair, is it?

That'd just be one of Rizla's.

Don't worry, he's very clean.
Washes all the time.

Tongue's never off his bollocks.

GUNSHOT

Gareth!

I'm coming in.

Don't come in.

No, I am coming in,
because I've got to wash...

Christ, what's that smell?

Mum... I said don't come in.

I'm naked.

Have you shit the bed?

Have you shit the bed? No!

Christ, it stinks!

We're going to have
the bloody council out.

MEOWING

What the fuck is that?

Nothing. Nothing.

You can't come in.
There's nothing here.

It's not bloody nothing, is it?

It's a cat.

If I say no to gerbils, I ain't
going to let you have a cat, am I?

Where's that come from?

It just came in.

I thought it was yours.

Oh, don't talk shit to me, Gareth.

You've nicked it, haven't you?

No, I told you.

Probably deprived some poor family
of their cat. Let me see...

There you are, look.
Mum, just leave it.

Right, come on, you.
Let's get you home.

Probably a better home
than this shit-hole.

HE SIGHS DEEPLY

GUNSHOT

Oh, hi, Jackie. You all right?

Disgusting.

What's going on? Go on, let rip.

You, y-y-you blooming well know
what's going on, y-you big bugger.

You've been a naughty... twat.

Look, you go, Jackie.
I've got it from here.

Oh, no, I want to see her eat shit.

You're going to eat shit.

Not sure if she means that
literally,

but, yes, figuratively speaking,
you are going to eat shit.

What?

Jackie heard you on the phone
earlier to your boyfriend - Patrick.

So we know you've been cheating

and, as you can imagine,
I am furious.

Oh.

Well?

Yes.

I admit it.

I took a lover.

Fucking slag.

And he offers me so much.

He's got a yacht, Sarah,
and he does me on it.

And then sometimes, afterwards,
we sail on to a pub lunch.

Or Pizza Express.

What have you got to say to that?

You shameless...

prossie.

Oh, yeah, that's right.
Paint me the villain.

But why don't we talk about
your cheating, Sarah Penn?

My cheating?

Remember when we went
to that monster truck rally

and you got off with Pam St Clement?

JACKIE GASPS

Come on, love. She's just accused
you of mucking out Pat Butcher.

You're...

...selfish.

You don't care about anyone
apart from yourself.

Did you ever, for one second,
think about me?

What you were doing to me?

My life is in your hands

and you risk everything,

without a thought,

because you wanted to fuck
a stranger.

I think I'll leave you two to this.
You stay where you are!

Anyway, yes, that is...

...basically, my grievance.

In a nutshell.

I'm not going to lie to you.
It wasn't just sex.

I mean, maybe it was for Patrick,
but...

...I really fell for him.

But, I ended it with him today.

For you.

Because you're more important to me.

We're in this together, right?

Yeah.

Friends?

Well, I'm going to leave you two
to have make-up sex.

Just shut them curtains.
The kids round here are bastards.

They will Snapchat it.

You try it.

Seriously, this weekend.

Sugar, water, fruit.

Just set aside an hour.

You'd be amazed.

It's so simple.

There's no excuse, that's all it
is - sugar, water, fruit.

PHONE RINGS
You don't have to be a professional.

You don't need any fancy kit.

Everything you need, you have in
your kitchen, I promise you.

Hello? 'Oh, hello!

'You don't know me,

'but I'm ringing because I think we
may have your cat. '

My son says he's found it

and brought it home without his
mother's permission.

Anyway,
you probably want it back, so,

it's at our house if you want to
come over and get it.

Now, I don't really know where you
stand on the issue of, erm... reward?

Can I get your address, Mrs...?

Pugh.

So...

Did you?

End things with Patrick?

Cool.

Good. Well, well done.

Thank you.

Let's have a cuppa, shall we?

Yeah.

And a saucer of milk
for Charlie Littlepockets.

What's that? He's one of Patrick's
premier antique bears.

And he's given you that, has he?

I wish. No, he's just asked me to
look after him for a bit

while the heat blows over.

What?

International bear robbers
want to sell him to the Russians.

Right, Leanne...

I'm 95% sure there's drugs
inside that bear.

What?!

Now, hang on, Rhones!

I've been willing to listen
to a lot of S-H-I-T about Patrick,

but he's not a druggie.

Leanne, drugs inside a bear.

It's like a drug dealer cliché.

Think about it.
Man with underworld connections

does antique bear restoration?

Look, I can assure you,

there is nothing more sinister
inside that bear

than carefully
sourced German horsehair.

It's pretty heavy, Leanne.

That's because you're not used to
handling a high-end bear.

Oh, my God. There's stitching on the
back from where it's been opened.

Come on, Charlie Littlepockets.

We don't have to stand here and be
insulted like this.

We need to find out what's inside
that bear.

I'm opening it up.
That is cultural vandalism.

Let go, Leanne.

You let go.

Oh, well done.
You'd better lawyer-up, Missy,

cos that's about two grand's worth
of damage right there.

Oh, God, what is it?

Is it drugs?

No, it's...

It's not drugs.

Oh.

It's a gun.

It's not just "a" gun, Leanne.

Think about it.

I think it's "the" gun.

This whole
nightmare could be over.

We could be home this time tomorrow.

If you'd like to tell me,
in your own words,

how you came to have this cat.

Patrick, that's it, isn't it?
You're trying to protect Patrick.

No.

Give us the fucking address.

Shi-i-it!

DOOR OPENS

GUNSHOT