All language subtitles for The.Outlaws.S02E03.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG[eztv.re]

[dogs barking]

[machine whirring]

[rock music playing]

[vocalist sings energetic song]

[Rani] That's two mochas,
a flat white, with an extra shot?

[Christian]
...freshly ground Columbian brew.

[Myrna] We're offering eight lattes
for eighty if you order before eight.

...and have you heard
of our loyalty card program.

[energetic song continues]

[energetic song ends]

[Greg]
We don't sell coffee. We sell coffee.

[chuckle]
No, I... I can see the confusion.

[vocalist sings energetic song]

[Greg] I think you might be better off
popping to a cafe?

[energetic song continues]

-Good?
-For now.

[energetic song continues]

[woman dealer]
Place your bets.

[energetic song continues]

Lady Gabby's doing well.

[energetic song continues]

I got this totally random text
out of nowhere

with all these coffee code-words.

Turns out they're offering
some top-drawer Charlie Chang.

This mystery text good service, was it?

Oh! Superlative, mate.

[energetic song continues]

Ask Her Ladyship if she needs any
Jazz salt, and I'll pass on the details,

because we both get a discount
if she uses my codename.

-What's your codename?
-The Panty Patrol.

[energetic song continues]

Okay, someone will be along shortly.

Well, thank you. Thanks for your
business and, er, tell all your friends.

[energetic song continues]

Oh, my God, you're so disgusting!

Es?

[retching]

Dealing is wrong.
You know this.

Never forget that.

Now, be wise, stay in school,
all the way to the end.

Till you're 18.

Don't risk your education for anything.

Drugs don't love you.

And they will take you away
from everyone who does love you.

Hey, Myrna.

We're all in agreement
with the drugs are bad thing,

but they can turn their lives around
after we've paid back The Dean

and avoided certain death!

[whimsical music playing]

Right. I want you to give one of these

to everyone who buys from you.

And don't just dump them in the bin.
I will know.

[theme music playing]

We need more staff.

Staff?

Bigger demand means bigger workload.

We need to recruit more runners.

Are you serious?

Look, I can't be ruining
no more kids' lives.

How else are we gonna deal
with the demand?

[sighs]

We really need to do this.

I'm sorry. I dunno.

I just...

It's just four weeks.

Four more weeks.

[sharp exhale]

[foreboding music playing]

How are you finding things in here?

My masseuse ain't great,
but margarita Wednesday's a sweet touch.

Who's running your line while your inside?

You got any pull with the governor?

Have you been doing business
with someone called The Dean?

[clicks tongue]

Plumbing in here is proper old school,

so when anyone on the floors
above yanks their flush,

their shit bubbles up
into the toilet in my cell.

It's like brown lava.

Nasty ain't the word.

I could have a word about a transfer.

If you tell me about The Dean.

It's a'ight.

I'll get used to having a shit volcano
in the corner of my bedroom.

I'll call it...

Crapatoa. [laughs]

Okay.

[upbeat music playing]

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

How about them?

No, no, no, I'll speak to them.

Kids get intimidated by adults,
so a woman's less threatening.

Hello! Erm, I was wondering
if I could ask you a quick question.

Erm, where do you see
yourself in the next five years?

In your vagina.

[laughing]

You're a disgusting young man.

You want me to show you how disgusting?

All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right.

Let me.

Do you lot wanna make some money?

Do we have to hold your thing?

[sarcastic laugh]

Brook Hill are recruiting right now.

Anyone that you bring to us
that we take on,

earn yourself a fiver.

You've got one hour or the deal's off.

What are you waiting for?

[upbeat music playing]

Mr Halloran,

I don't see anything on your CV
about computer experience.

Why is that?

Well, I mean...

can a computer sell fully floating
two-piece brake rotors

to the Swedish world rally team?

[slight chuckle]

We're developing
AI algorithms that can, yes.

[stuttering] Now, which is why

I've recently purchased
a Toshiba laptop...

voted Which? Magazine's best mid-price
all-rounder, two years in a row.

[upbeat music playing]

You all know what working
for Brook Hill entails, right?

Are you Jamie Honeywell's nephew?

Later, then.

[groan]

Hey!

What's up?

What's wrong with him?

His uncle's a fed.

But we need bodies.

No, we can't just take anyone.

But...

[interviewer] Can you give me
an example of a conflict

you've experienced at work,

and how you resolved it amicably.

Yeah! Actually, yes.

A lady at work was asking
for endless days off,

said she had long COVID,

and I gave her the benefit of the doubt,
as you do,

then saw her abseiling
at Chessington World of Adventures.

And how did you resolve this conflict,
amicably?

Fired her.

It was fine, though.
She had a zero hours contract so...

How old are you?

I'm 8.

10.

Get to school! I mean it!

Go! Bye!

I don't think you're quite right for us...

but feel free to grab a Espresso
on the way out.

Nah.

-Come on B!
-No! Not you, Tyler.

I done this before. I know the drill.

I'm a hard worker. Punctual.

And I got my own bike.

-No!
-Why?

-Because I don't trust you!
-Okay!

Can I speak to you, please?

Why can't we use him?

We're gonna run out of people
at this rate.

Tyler is 18.

If he gets nabbed,
he's gonna do time.

Plus, he's not the brightest light
on the Christmas Tree.

Okay, well we're not auditioning for
Who Wants To Be a Millionaire.

We need drug runners,
people who can count in tens and run fast.

Trust me. We don't want him.

Okay, but we need him!

[sighs]

Tyler, you're in.

All right, step up.

Come take your phone.

[dramatic music playing]

What are you doing?
Have you never painted a door before?

No. Half the time
I don't open them for myself.

[exasperated gasp]

That's not how you do it. Give it here.

Right, look.

You get about a centimetre of paint
on the end of the brush.

All right. And we're gonna go up.

Pull up, pull up, pull up.

Understand?

Not really.
Could you show me again?

[sharp exhale] Right.

Look and learn.

We're pulling up, pulling up,

we're pulling up nice and neat.

Yeah?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Spencer] Hi, yes.

Can I place a coffee order,
please, for delivery?

[Rani] What do you want?

The cleanest way
to wash and transfer this money

to The Dean's Swiss account
is to setup a shell company.

[John] Well, we need an offshore
tax haven for that, don't we?

Gibraltar or Virgin Islands or something?

You'd think so, but those places
have tightened up the rules.

We need somewhere that
doesn't bother with their due diligence.

[Myrna] Like Azerbaijan?

-Britain.
-Britain?

We're one of the best places
in the world for fraud.

This country really doesn't bother
with all that expensive,

time-consuming due diligence stuff.

So, I went on the Companies House website,

and for £12 I set up a company.

And since 11:00 a.m.,

we've been trading
as Laycock Logistical Services.

You're welcome!

Right.

But it's not all good news.

I was thinking...

why don't I take you
to the beach tomorrow?

-We don't have time for a mini break!
-It's just for the day.

Just to get away,
get a bit of perspective.

-It's nothing big.
-But I have so much to do.

And what if we're needed suddenly?
Then...

Rani, you can take the afternoon off

to spend some time with your boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Aren't I?

We just haven't used those words before.

Yeah, I know,
but we care about each other.

We share a flat.

-Beds.
-[laughs]

Are you not my girlfriend?

Yeah?

[John] Oi! Bonnie and Clyde.

-Problem.
-[chuckles]

When we come to the lock... [whistles]

that is a different kettle of fish.

Okay. Gonna keep it low,

keep it loose, keep those hips loose,

and really simple clean line down

and creep off, creep and pull off.

-Creep and pull off.
-Creep.

-Creep and pull off.
-Yup. Creep and pull off.

Er, excuse me? Excuse me?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Have you got a permit?

What is going on here?

[Greg] You're bringing in too much money.

You're like the West Country
Pablo Escobar.

And her boyfriend.

We can't put it all through Casino's
and Gabby's client account

without drawing attention.

We need to diversify,
find a third way to launder all this cash.

Okay. So what's your plan?

I dunno. I ran out of ideas
after Laycock Logistical Services.

[indistinct arguing]

[Gabby] Get out of here!

I'm gonna put out a tweet...

-...that will shred you!
-What is the matter with her?

[Gabby] You come back tomorrow and...
[yelping]

All right, stop!

[Gabby] Can you believe this?

-After all our hard work.
-What?

The council is selling this place

to some telecommunication
corporate arsewipes

so they can demolish it
and build a mobile phone mast!

I mean, guys!

I love my mobile phone,

but we have spent ages
renovating this place.

I've told them we're gonna do
a demo here tomorrow.

We are gonna bring down the media,
and we are gonna raise a stink!

Who is with me? Greg?

-Yes. Obviously.
-Is he?

We all have a lot on our plates
at the moment.

We need to save this place
from developers.

-We're not the Goonies.
-What?

Myrna?
I mean, you're on my side, right?

We'll get your group on board.

Yeah, I mean I can bring it up
at a meeting,

but as Rani says,
I've got a lot on my plate at the moment.

What's wrong with you?

Ben?

We... are going to the beach tomorrow.

The beach?

Diane?

Well, in order to organise
a demonstration,

you need to give the police
written notice at least 24 hours before.

You've only got 19 hours left.

So if you did do that,
I would have to take you down.

Why does nobody care about this?

We could raise the funds
and buy the place ourselves.

I am so disappointed in all of you.

I thought we were a team.

[dramatic music playing]

[beeping]

-[Spencer] Yeah?
-Is that the panty patrol?

[Spencer] Speaking.

Coffee delivery.

[door opens]

Yo!

Hang loose, my G.
Let me get your money.

Come in.
Shut the door, man.

[door closes]

[muffled music playing]

[Spencer]
Fifty... one-hundred... one-fifty.

There you go, mate.

Sweet watch, bruv.

What is it? A Rollie?

Thanks, bruv.
It's a Patek Philippe.

It's actually worth
a bit more than a Rolex.

-Where do you buy a watch like that?
-I didn't buy it.

It used to belong to my grandfather,

but you know what they say,
you don't own one of these,

you just look after them
for the next owner.

[small laugh]

Yeah. Which is me, innit?

I'm sorry. What?

I'm the next owner.

So... gimme my watch,

and I own that laptop,

and how much cash have you got in here,

-'cause I own all of that too.
-Okay.

That's--yeah, honestly,
take whatever you need mate.

Take whatever you need.

[indistinct chatter]

What is going on?

I'm just bringing everyone up to speed

-with our campaign.
-What campaign?

To save the community centre,
as we discussed.

We didn't discuss anything.

I said I would bring it up with the group.

And that's what I'm doing. Greg...

[Greg] Well, the 2012 Localism Act

means that a group like yours
can 'stop the clock' on the sale

and nominate it
as an 'asset of community value',

which allows you time to prepare a bid

so you can actually buy it yourselves

for the 'wider benefit of the community'.

One, can you 'stop doing that',

and two, what would we do
with a building like that?

Open a community hub.

Rehab centre, pre-natal advice,
groups for local kids.

-It's a great idea.
-Yeah, well, obviously,

but how do we buy a building?

Fundraising!

It was Greg's idea.

[Myrna] Oh.

Was it, now?

[Claire] We are planning a demo
for tomorrow.

Right. Well, you can't do that.

'Cause you need to give
the police 24 hours written notice

before you can have a demonstration.

Since when do you care about the police?

[Myrna] Has anyone thought
about the optics?

[Claire] Optics?

An over-privileged White woman,
no offence,

fronting a Black civil rights
organisation.

She wouldn't be fronting it.

She'd be an enthusiastic
celebrity supporter,

with a million followers on social media.

-It is one point two million.
-[Myrna] Right.

So, that's what we have become now,
have we?

Getting into bed with fame whores.

No offence.

These days, any campaign has to cut
through the noise to the wider public.

Her Ladyship could help us with that.

Just think of the fundraising potential.

No. I am the Director of the BJC,

and, no, I am too uneasy about this.

Then we have to put it to the vote.

All those in favour?

[approving murmurs]

Greg.

Can I have a word?

[metal door creaks]

What are you doing?

Gabby is the only thing
that links me to that stolen money,

and you're bringing her down here
with some crazy idea

about buying the community centre.

Yeah, because this is how we launder
the rest of the drug money.

-What?
-Brownie?

Oh, brownie!
Yeah, thanks very much. Lovely.

No thanks, Beth!

[Greg] You're right.
Moment on the lips, lifetime...

Off your tits!

That's Acid Beth.

Eat one of her brownies,
you ain't coming down for days.

Now, what were you saying
about laundering money?

Right, look.

BJC fundraise
to save the community centre.

All right. Real people
make cash donations, right?

a fiver here... a quid there.

to those real donations
we add the drug money,

mix 'em all together,
give 'em a good wash,

pay that into the BJC account,

and then transfer out what we need

-to Laycock Logistical Services.
-[Myrna] No!

I am not using the BJC
to wash dirty money.

We need an organisation
that regularly deposits

big sums of cash into the bank
without causing suspicion.

[scoffs] Claire is already suspicious
of everything I do.

How do I explain this?

[Greg] You don't have to explain it.

You just make me the BJC treasurer.

Say that Gabby demands that her lawyer

has independent financial oversight.

Yeah, right.

'Cause that sounds like her.

Grant me access to the BJC account,
I'll take care of the whole thing.

Plus, Gabby was right.

Do we really wanna see
that building torn down

after all the work we've done?

No, that could be a community hub,

owned and operated by the BJC,
helping the people of Bristol.

That could be a real thing.

That could be our legacy.

-My legacy?
-No, our legacy

[indistinct chatter]

So, this may be nothing,
but a bloke just came in,

says he was robbed at knifepoint,

and the thief
just walks in the front door,

no mask, nothing.

All sounds a bit suspect.

What do you think?
Drug buy gone wrong?

Hmm. That's what I'm wondering.

Okay.

Let's go.

Got a favourite criminal, or... no?

[receptionist] No, sir.

I'm a Shipman guy.

[Haines] Hello, sir.

I'm Detective Sergeant Haines.

This is Detective Sergeant Selforth.

We understand you've been robbed.

Yeah, yeah.

Erm, yeah, utter ballache,
but, you know, these things happen.

I just need someone to rubber stamp
a report for my insurance claim.

[Selforth] How did the thief
gain entry to your home, sir?

Er, he rang the doorbell,
and I opened the door.

So you know the thief.

No.

Why'd you let him in?

Er, the poor lad said he was out and about

and, er, got caught short,
and he needed to use the toilet.

Couldn't he just pee
in an alley or something?

Yeah, he could've, erm,
but he said he needed more than a pee.

So, you let a teenage boy
into your house to take a shit?

-I did.
-That's very kind of you.

Yeah, which is why
this all just hurts so much,

'cause I feel used.

So I assume this thief...

if he was just in your
house to take a dump...

didn't have a mask on.

-No.
-[Haines] So you got a good look at him.

Could you give us a description?

[nervous laugh] Okay.

Erm, look, I'm actually a lawyer myself,

so I'm aware you guys
are woefully under-resourced.

I'm not proposing a manhunt for the guy.

I just need someone to sign and stamp
this, and I'll be out of your hair.

Which is looking incredibly glossy,
if I may say.

What conditioner do you use? [laughs]

What drugs were you buying?

[nervous laugh] Er,
I wasn't-- I wasn't buying drugs?

I-- like I said, I just thought the chap
needed an innocent poo.

He got a laptop, hard-drive, iPad,

and a Patek Philippe wristwatch.

Don't they say,
you never really own one of those...

You're just looking after them
for the next owner, yes.

Do you wanna just sign it
and I can be on my way?

[Selforth] No.

We can't let this sort of thing happen

to esteemed members
of our legal profession.

Come with us.

Er... why?

[Haines] It will be quick.

[Spencer] I do have plans today...

I'm going to a bitcoin seminar in Swindon.

Sort of like curly fringe,
wavy, sort of...

Yeah. Yeah.

Great. We'll run this through the system.

If he has a record, we'll find the swine.

[dramatic music playing]

[Myrna] You gotta focus
on the bigger picture.

I'm only in it for a few weeks,
and then it'll be over,

and the good that the BJC
will do in the future

will make up for the bad
that I'm doing now.

Any real change
implies the breaking of the world

as we have always known it.

Right?

-Community!
-[all] No 5G!

-Community!
-[all] No 5G!

-Community.
-[all] No 5G!

[Claire] We really need
more people down here.

-[Gabby] Yeah.
-And some local news!

You mentioned about doing a livestream?

Yeah. Good point. I'll get on it.

-[Claire] Community.
-[all] No 5G!

-[Claire] Community!
-[all] No 5G!

What are you doing here?

I'm here in my official capacity
as a trainee PCSO.

These things start with a few banners
and a sing-song,

but then end with you getting shot
in the gonads by a rubber bullet.

Now, we don't wanna have to do that,
but if it comes to it, I will.

All right?
You've been warned.

This is us.

The little people versus big business,
and it is war!

Which is why, I am dressed to fight.

So, just in case you were wondering,

the cardigan is vintage Valentino,

and the shorts are upcycled by Miu Miu.

So come on down and join the fight!

[indistinct chatter]

Brownie?

Er, no thanks, I'm in training.

-[Gabby] Community!
-[all] Not 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-Actually, I will have one.

Keep your energy levels up.

[all] Not 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-Leg day tomorrow.

-[all] Not 5G!
-Better carb up.

-[Gabby] Community!
-[all] Not 5G!

-Community!
-[all] Not 5G!

[woman over PA] Platform ten
will be delayed to 10:45,

cross-country service...

Okay, look. Revenue's really good,
it's just not high enough.

It's like--it's like
there's a hole somewhere.

I think we need to re-check figures
on the three-for-twos.

Hey.

Can you put that away?

For just a few hours.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

[woman over PA]
The 11:30 Weston-super-Mare train

is now arriving on platform four.

Platform one...

[indistinct PA announcement]

[mellow music playing]

[Tyler] Oi! Check it out!

[woman] Cool! I love it!

Drake rocks one just like it.

You always see it when he's on stage,
'cause it catches the light.

-Touch it?
-[police sirens]

Oh, shit.

[vocalist sings vintage ballad]

[police shout]

[vintage ballad fades]

[laughing]

You know when I was 7,
my mum brought me here for the day.

First time I ever saw sand,

donkeys, all of that.

Was it weird?

Nah.

Nah, it was cool.

It's one of the very few happy memories
I've got with her.

Got with anyone.

Oh, my days.

I remember this place.

I had my first
fish and chips here that day.

The batter...

-incredible!
-[laughs]

-It's amazing it's still here.
-[sighs]

Just about.

You ever remember something so much

it's like you made it up?

Like you drew it
in your imagination or something.

That's how I feel
when I think about this place.

I want you to imagine something, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Imagine a sign

that says 'Ben and Rani's
Caribbean Cook-Out'.

[laughing]

Nah, I'm serious!

We should buy this place!

My cooking, your brains.

What, did you bring me here...

for this?

Yeah. I saw it online, for sale.

Okay, so...

we'd move to Weston,
and run a food shack together?

Yeah.

I mean, you ever wanted
to live by the sea?

I mean, it's...

it's out there.

Somewhere.

Do you wanna have a look inside?

-Yeah. Okay, fine.
-Yeah?

All right. I'll call the estate agent.

It's open.

[dramatic music playing]

[Selforth] Can you positively
identify the thief?

-[Spencer] Number three.
-You're sure?

Yes.

But he's not wearing my watch,
which is concerning.

[exhales]

[gasps]

Wow!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I never knew you could do this...

you can hear your eyes breathing.
Listen. Shh!

-I can't hear anything.
-You can't hear that?

[laughs]

Are you all right?

Yeah. You?

Oh, it's bouncy!

Oh.

I'm here with Kelly.

Now, when this place was
a community centre back in the 90's,

it helped you turn your life around,
didn't it, Kelly?

[Kelly] When my mum died,

I started using drugs and alcohol,
got evicted.

I was living on the streets, and one day

I just came in here to get out the cold.

The people were so caring,
they didn't judge,

they just listened to me
when I said that...

Listening is so important.

Yeah, it helped me get my confidence back,

my self-esteem, they helped me get a flat,

helped me go back to school
and I turned my life around.

Amazingly, Kelly is now a doctor.

I'm a chiropractor.

Amazing.

Thank you for sharing
your amazing story with us, Kelly.

God bless you, sweetie.

-Can I have a hug?
-Okay.

At me, if this hit you
as hard as it's hit me.

We need to help people like Kelly,
so come on!

Come down here!

[Diane shushing]
It's okay.

It's all right. It's all right.
We'll find her.

Don't worry. Don't cry.

Oh! It's okay.

Right, you stay there.

We'll find her, okay? All right.

Has anyone lost a small child?

She's got no hair.

[dramatic music playing]

So why did you leave
your previous employment?

I felt like I hit a bit
of a glass ceiling.

You felt like you hit a glass ceiling
at a company called 'Halloran & Son',

where you were the son in question?

Yes, love. Yeah.

I... I do. I did.

[woman] Hitting the glass ceiling
normally refers to women

or minority groups encountering
invisible barriers to their career

-because of prejudice.
-Oh.

You feel that applies to you?

[John] Prejudice can, er,
impact anyone.

I think.

And, er, what I want to do is, erm,

I want to... I want to smash that ceiling.

You know? And I want to reach
back in and I wanna pull up

anyone who's behind me, you know?

Be they women, or, erm...

immigrants, minorities, anyone,

you know, er,
as long as they're hard workers.

And they pass the background checks.

[low whisper]

[woman] Thank you for taking the time
to come in today.

That's it? We're done?

-Did I get the job?
-[woman] I'm afraid not.

We've, er, decided to go a different way.

What does that mean?

We're looking for someone
who can integrate

into a more contemporary ecosystem.

I can integrate.

Into an ecosystem.

I can. That's...

Please, look. I...

I need this job.

Okay. And, so, you know...

Come on!

Just gimme a chance!

I'm sorry.

[dramatic music playing]

Sorry for calling you love, just then.

I don't know what that was. Sorry.

I just... I don't even say that normally.

Just a slip of the tongue.

It's fine.

Well, is it, though?

I mean, you're not hiring me, are you?

-Not because of that.
-[John scoffs]

I just... I don't know.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say
or do anymore.

Changing by the bloody minute, isn't it?

It just... it just... it just seems like
from the beginning of time,

you know, if it... if it...
if it wagged its tail,

and it barked and looked like a dog,
it was a dog.

And these days it turns out
it could be a cat.

Could be a cat!

But if you call it a dog
and it's actually a cat,

that's it man, you're just...
you're just... you're cancelled.

No second chances.

You know, I'm a...
I'm a middle-aged White bloke.

Sorry, you know? I can't help it.

I was born this way. And, er, that's it.

It doesn't automatically
make me homophobic

or transphobic or, or sexist, or racist.

Okay?

Yes, I did... I did recently fire
one of our Black delivery guys,

not because he was Black,

because he was reading his Kindle
while he was driving.

And ladies, for what it's worth,

if my hand happens to brush up
against you in the lift,

it doesn't automatically make me
Harvey Bloody Weinstein, okay?

'Cause believe it or not,
not every single living man out there

wants to jump your bones
at every fucking opportunity!

Thanks for coming in.

[dramatic music playing]

[Rani]
This place would need so much work.

Doesn't anything that's worth doing?

You ready for my menu ideas yet?

All right, so we got ackee and saltfish,

dumpling, oxtail,

jerk chicken rice and peas...

[laughs]

-[Christian]
...green mango chutney, sorrel,

all the stuff my grandma used to make!

So...

what do you say?

[phone rings]

-Hello?
-[Malaki] You're screwed.

Did you scoop new recruits
without talking to me?

Well, business is booming,
we needed extra hands.

Well, one of your new hands
pulled a knife on a customer!

Who then went to the feds,
who've now picked him up.

Someone new called Tyler?

Are you even vetting these people?

Well, how are you meant
to vet drug dealers?

You know, ask for a CV and a reference?

I beg you, tell me this Tyler
ain't seen your face.

Yeah, he has seen my face.

-Shit!
-[Rani] What?

[Malaki] That means he can ID you,
you amateur.

He could be looking at a ten stretch.

[Rani] Which means?

Which means he'll trade you
for a reduced sentence.

And once they've got you, genius,
they've got me!

There has to be something we can do.

Damn right! Stop him talking ASAP!

-[Christian] Okay, how do we do that?
-[whistles]

You all right, officer?

Go on, then.
You gonna say 'I told you so'?

I was gonna say...

we need a good lawyer.

No, we need a bad lawyer.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

Breathe. Calm down. We can sort this.

[Greg] How?

He'll have a duty lawyer assigned to him,
and he'll encourage him

to make any deal he can,
and then he'll start naming names,

and one of the names
he's gonna name is your name,

and that'll lead to my name!

Okay, so, just get in that police cell
and stop him talking.

How the bloody hell
am I supposed to do that?! Oh, God.

Oh, God, oh, God!

Just breathe! Calm down!

We can figure it out!

Can't we?

There's no way
to get inside a police cell.

There is always a way!

Think!

We're on our way back now.

[breathes heavily]

[tense music playing]

[Haines] Did you commit armed robbery
in broad daylight, with no mask?

Nothing covering your face?

Peppa Pig.

Either you're incredibly stupid,

or you didn't go to that flat
with the intention of robbing anyone.

Why did you go to the flat?

Peppa Pig.

[Haines] Are you involved in drug dealing?

-Peppa Pig.
-Hey.

Hmm. I got it.

[Gabby] Community!

[crowd] No 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-[crowd] No 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-[crowd] No 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-[crowd] No 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-[crowd] No 5G!

-[Gabby] Community!
-[crowd] No 5G!

Look. Told you I was right
to involve a celebrity.

[Esther] Lady Gabby!

Lady Gabby!

[Gabby] Hi, guys!

Esther Mansfield, West Country News.

How do you react to the controversy

around your livestream?

-What controversy?
-[Gabby] Hmm?

Have you read some of the things
that people are saying about you online?

What are people saying?

[Esther] 'Tell Lady Gabby,
I'd like to donate money...'

Yay! Great!

'...so this dumb airhead
can go back to school

and learn about White saviour complex.'

-That took a turn I wasn't expecting.
-[Esther] Mm. You're trending.

People are accusing you
of being a white supremacist.

What?

We have to get going,
we got a big problem.

You know, I've got a problem right here!

Yeah, but this one won't put you in jail.

[Esther] ...Black people by reinforcing

inherited white supremacist systems
of oppression.

But I'm-- I'm not.

I don't even know what that means!

I think that's part of the problem.

Can we talk about
why we are really down here today?

This one says,
'Does Lady Gabby seriously think

people of colour need her to save them?'

I mean, I'm trying to.

-[Claire] Okay, let's go.
-Lady Gabby?

Where is Greg?
He normally handles this stuff.

-Where's Greg?
-Lady Gabby!

Lady Gabby, are you a white supremacist?

Does your silence mean yes?

[Gabby] No!

-[crowd] Telephone!
-Did you get that?

-[woman] Telephone!
-[crowd] No home!

-Telephone! No home!
-Oh, shut up!

When were you born?

You can answer that, at least.

August 12th, 2003.

So, you're 18 years old.

You'll be charged as an adult.

That means prison.

Do you know how long
you get for armed robbery?

Five to ten years.

You will get done for this.

You'll go to prison.

Or you can co-operate and I can help you.

If you don't, they will charge you
with armed robbery,

and once they charge you,
I can't help you.

Do you want me to help you?

Myrna Okeke, Bristol Justice Collective.

You're holding a young man
named Tyler Levison.

We demand to speak to him immediately.

Well, hurry up!

Chop, chop!

Do you think you're ready for prison?

Locked up for 23 hours a day.

Rat-infested.

It's overcrowded...
and I hope you like a ruck

because they will beat you down
the minute they look at you.

That's if you don't kill yourself first.

Lots of suicides in prison.

[door opens]

Tyler Levison is being spoken to
by an officer

and has a duty solicitor present.

-Oh, well that won't do.
-Yeah, well, it's gonna have to.

Goodbye!

Do you want me to get on social media?

Tell them that Bristol and Avon Police
are holding a young Black man

and refusing to give him access

to independent, free legal counsel?

-They'll be a mob outside in an hour.
-He's not Black.

Twitter won't care.

Christian Taylor.

Heard of him?

Ran Brook Hill.

He's inside now,
and he told me in his cell,

whenever anyone above him pulls the flush,

their shit bubbles up in his toilet.

Fancy staring at other people's shit
for five to ten years?

[tense music playing]

What you wanna know?

Who are you dealing for?

-[door opens]
-Eh, knock, knock!

-Don't say another word, Tyler.
-[Haines] What's going on?

[Greg] Er, well, as a solicitor working
with the Bristol Justice Collective,

and given the ongoing miscarriages
of justice by the police in this city,

I am providing this young man
with free legal counsel.

So, I'd like to speak to my client
in private, please, if you don't mind.

[door clicks]

Off we go? [chuckles]

Quick as you can,
I normally get paid by the hour

but I'm doing this pro bono,
so I'm losing money. [chuckles]

Why did you let him in?

They were threatening
to put something on Twitter.

Fair enough.

What have you told her?

I ain't sayin' nothin' to you, too.
I don't know you.

Well, my name's Greg,
and, er, I'm your new lawyer.

I like pork pies, good manners,

anything starring Martin Clunes.

I hate racism, homophobia,

and when you leave tissues
in your trouser pockets

and then put them in the washing machine.

-[Tyler] Yeah, that sucks.
-[Greg] Right, exactly.

So you know everything about me now.
We trust each other.

-Er, what did you tell her?
-Nothin'.

[Greg] Okay, good.
Well, if you continue to say nothing,

-I can get you out of here.
-[Tyler] Okay.

All right? But you have to tell me,
what did she want to know?

They said they're gonna charge me
with armed robbery

unless I fess up
about some dealing I done.

Okay. Who did you rob?

Some posh twat in some twatty flat.

He kept going on about his Patek Philippe,
and it was getting on my tits.

No, I can see how it would, yeah.

-Do you remember where he lived?
-Yeah.

Raymond Gardens, number 22.

You don't know his name, do you?

[Tyler] His watch was engraved,

'To Spencer, enjoy this
fanny magnet, love Gramps.'

-Did you say Spencer?
-[Tyler] Yeah.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[Rani] Hello?
-Hi, it's me.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Please.
-[woman] Oh, excuse me, Sir.

Your father said not to...

Dad, I need to talk to you.

-[John Senior] Now's not a good time.
-No, please!

-I'm on my way to see Hilgard.
-Please, listen!

Put me on probation.

Cut my pay by a quarter,
whatever you want, just, just, er...

Just take me back, please.

You're begging. It's undignified.

No, I'm not...

I'm not begging, Dad.

I am asking you...

for a second chance, please.

Listen, I will work every hour God sends.

[John Senior]
Well, what would that teach you?

Teach me?
What more do I need to fucking learn?

Sorry.

Sorry, I just...

I'm on my arse here, mate.

Really, truly...

and I need your help.

I don't deny you're on your arse,
but you're not coming back.

Then what am I gonna do?

You will do what I did.

[briefcase clicks]

Pull yourself up
by your bloody bootstraps.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Esther]
Lady Gabriella Penrose-Howe,

the social media influencer,

dubbed the 'It' Girl
for the IT generation,

faces a powerful backlash

following a livestreamed interview

with a local woman of colour

that many say
revealed her White saviour complex.

Abigail Knightly
is from a non-profit group

fighting poverty and modern slavery

through art and dance.

Abigail, you're one of those
who was deeply upset

by Her Ladyship's words?

Yeah, I mean my sister sent me the video,

and I was just immediately triggered.

You know, we do not need any more rich,

narcissistic, white saviours

coming down to 'the ghetto',

to rescue impoverished people of colour

so that they can feel better
about themselves,

and get more likes on Instagram.

If you agree, please do follow me

@Abi Knightly.

[Esther] Well, Lady Gabriella,
who first became famous

after she was spotted twerking
with Prince Harry

in Ibiza eight years ago,

is currently inside this building,

refusing to speak to reporters.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Diane! It's me.

Do I know you?

It's Myrna.

Myrna!

Hi!

Whoa, why is your head so big.

It's normal size.

Is it?

Cool. [chuckles]

Hey, hey, look at my hands.

They've turned into feet.

-Big feet.
-[door clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

What happened to the protest?

Myrna, I was only trying to help.

Why are you hiding in here?

We're not hiding.
We're formulating a response.

And that takes a committee, does it?

[Claire] This is a democracy, Myrna.

The group has to speak as one.

We should never have brought her in!

I knew this was gonna happen.
I said that, didn't I?

I'm so sorry. [sobs]

You were right.

We know.

We've just written out a statement.

All in agreement, say aye.

[all] Aye.

[vocalist sings driving song]

[driving song continues]

[clamour]

...Lady Gabby.

I have prepared a statement.

[camera shutters clicking]

'Through my recent insensitive remarks...

I have reinforced the...

damaging stereotype of the White person

as the benevolent agent of change

and people of colour as...

the passive "others"

in need of my charity.

This goes against everything
the Bristol Justice Collective stands for

and so consequently...

I am... stepping away

from all involvement with the group.

I am so deeply sorry for the hurt

and pain I have caused.

I will be taking time to reflect and...

to educate myself. And so...

Thank you.'

Lady Gabby, White saviour complex

is a symptom of white supremacy

which was used to justify the slave trade.

Are you a white supremacist?

I don't think so.

You don't think so. So, you might be.

-No, you're twisting my words.
-[Myrna] That is enough!

I am the founder
of the Bristol Justice Collective,

and I refuse to accept
Lady Gabby's resignation.

And what's your name?

Myrna Okeke.

[Esther] How do you spell that?

You're a reporter. Google it.

Do you know what? This is fake news.

The real story
is why aren't you news people

camped outside the council offices,

asking the politicians
why they're accepting money

from a multinational
telecommunications company,

who pay zero tax in this country...

-[man] Yeah!
-[woman] Yes!

[Myrna] ...so they can knock down
this community centre

-and put up a mobile phone mast.
-[all] Yeah!

We wouldn't know any of that
if it wasn't for Gabby.

[woman] Yeah, yeah.

I've been fighting white supremacy
for 40 years,

and let me tell you something:

this woman ain't no white supremacist.

She's just trying to raise some money
to save this building.

So, put your phones away,

put your hands in your pockets.

Thanks.

And give us your money.

Community!

[crowd] Not 5G!

Community!

[crowd] Not 5G!

You as well, paparazzi,
reporters, photographers.

Give us your money.

-Community!
-[crowd] No 5G!

Community!

No 5G!

Who are you dealing for?

-No comment.
-Who's running you?

-No comment.
-Who's in charge of Brook Hill?

-No comment, pig.
-I didn't tell him to say 'pig'!

I... I have absolute total respect
for the police.

Well, not the racist ones.

Or the... or the corrupt ones.

Or the ones that beat confessions
out of people.

But ones like you seem absolutely...
[clicks tongue]

It's 3:00.

I'd have a little conversation
with your solicitor

because at 3:30, I'm walking back in here,

and if you don't start talking,

I'm having you charged with armed robbery.

That's five to ten years of bubbling shit.

You said you'd sort this!

I am!

Well, you've got 30 minutes

or I'm singing like Beyoncé.

[tense music playing]

Sure you wanna do this?

Is there another way?

This'll be like roleplay, yeah?
Like WWE.

We're not gonna hurt him for real.

[tense music playing]

[Spencer sniffs]

[groans]

[sniffs]

-[woman] My castaway this week...
-[doorbell rings]

[woman] ...is actor and comedian...

Hello?

[Rani] Hi, it's Detective Sergeant Haines.

Can I have a word, please?

Er...

er, yeah, okay.

[sniffs] Er...

[suspenseful music playing]

[Spencer grunting]

Make a sound and I'll slit your throat,
you got it?

Take anything you want,
but I was literally robbed yesterday,

so I haven't got much left.

Look, I don't want your stuff.

I want you to drop the charges.

-What?
-The boy that robbed you.

I want you to drop all the charges.

-I can't.
-Look, I'm not askin' you.

-I'm tellin' you.
-No, look, I can't-- I can't.

The copper's already suspicious.
If I drop the charges,

she'll know something's up.

[tense music playing]

[ticking]

[Rani]
You're gonna do what we say...

or I'm gonna break your arm.

You're not serious?

[Rani] Hold his arm out straight.

Hold his arm out straight!

[door clicks]

Okay, sunshine, that's it.

Final warning.

I'm charging you with aggravated robbery

unless you tell me right now,
who are you dealing for.

-I...
-DS Haines...

What?

[sighs]

What do you want?

I made a mistake, I'm sorry.

The man you have is totally innocent.

I withdraw all charges fully.

Who got to you?

I-I-I don't know what you mean.

That watch just means so much to me,
so I just wanted someone blamed,

so I just picked a random kid
out of the line-up.

-Get out.
-Yes, ma'am.

I don't suppose you found the watch...

Get out!

-Shall I put eyes on him?
-[Haines] It's pointless.

Whoever's running him
knows he's hot now.

They'll stand him down.

I blew our one bloody lead.

Well, we may have another.

-You know PC Lane?
-No.

-Big guy, squiffy eye.
-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, well, his Gran got this random text.

'Party all weekend with Colombian coffee,
a hundred per cent pure.

Flat white, 80 quid.

Rock harder with double espresso,
a hundred-and-fifty.'

That's some pricey coffee.

Yeah. I'll check it out.

Wow!

People are so generous!

Look at all these 50s.

Amazing!

[slow music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Only four weeks left
till The Dean needs his money.

He's worried you're falling
behind schedule.

So he's asked us to come and give you
a little kick up the arse.

[dramatic music playing]

[Christian] You weren't seriously
gonna break his arm, were you?

If that's what it took.

You can't be serious.

You said it yourself, we have no choice.

We always have a choice.

Whether to cross a line or not.

We just have four more weeks,
and then we're done.

All right, you keep saying we have
four more weeks and then we're done.

But what if we've crossed a line
and we can't go back?

You didn't say if you were down.

To what?

[Christian] My food shack idea.

We'd need a lot of start-up money.

[Christian] Yeah.

-And it would be difficult...
-Look.

I can work extra shifts at the club.

And I'm gonna talk to John
about mortgage structures

and small business loans.

You're not into this, are you?

[Rani] I...

[exhales]

Look, I don't wanna pressure you, Rani...

but don't you wanna make plans for
when all this shit's over?

A food shack?

You were the one that said
I could do this professionally!

For the first time,

someone said I could do something

other than just staying alive.

[phone buzzing]

[Rani] What?

[clears throat]
I'll have two flat whites, please.

-Where are you?
-[man] Bridge Street.

By the water.

[Rani] Wearing what?

[man] Grey hoodie and blue jeans.

-Thirty minutes.
-[man] See you.

[dramatic music playing]

How about I...

ask my parents for a loan

to put down a deposit?

Seriously?

You'd do that?

Of course.

You're my boyfriend.

[dramatic music playing]

[Esther] In response to the protest,

a spokesman for Bristol City Council

said they would hold a town hall meeting

with local residents
and the telecommunications company

to discuss plans.

The protest ended
with a rather unexpected example

of police community outreach.

[Diane]
You've seen the grasshopper!

-The wheelbarrow!
-[crowd cheering]

Are you ready to see the Diane special?

[laughs]

[Diane] Drop the biscuit!

[cheering]

[indistinct conversation]

-What do you say, you all right?
-Yeah, boss, how you doin'?

[camera shutter clicks]

All right, I take that, you take that.

-Yeah, all right.
-Thanks, boss.

-Good one, yo.
-You too.

All right.

-All right.
-What do you got for me?

He gave me these.

It should be very on-brand.

-We cool?
-Cool.

Cool.

'Say no to drugs,

stay clean for good.'

[theme music playing]

[vocalist sings soul ballad]

[soul ballad fades]