All language subtitles for The.Outlaws.S03E03.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta[EZTVx.to]

Your own partner found a burner
phone and secret bank accounts

in your desk, Sergeant.

I have to disclose this.

The Dean's lawyer will
pull you apart today.

I've been set up.

Doesn't matter.

Your credibility, your star
witness - all tainted now.

How could you let this happen?

You amateur.

Amateur?

No, I don't need
to take this shit.

DS Haines.

Sir, I'll go. I'll talk to her.

Good morning.

I'm DCI Monroe, and
this is DS Burgess.

Shhh!

Today, we're launching an urgent
appeal to find Rani Rakowski.

We want to speak to her on suspicion
of the murder of Marshall Smiley,

who was found dead in Lee Woods
with both his thumbs cut off.

The suspect was last
seen in Weston-super-Mare

and has strong ties to Bristol.

Miss Rakowski is considered
a dangerous individual

and should not be approached.

We're asking anyone
who has any information

on this to please come forward.

Mum! I was watching that.

If you're helping Rakowski
or you know where she is,

then you are reminded that assisting
her can result in a prison sentence

of up to ten years.

We're coming for you.

DS Burgess is heading the... If
that fed is dirty like you say,

I'm gonna need some extra help.

Who are you calling?

Please, if anybody has any
information, call 999 immediately.

And I'll bring this
woman to justice.

Thank you.

That was a live police
appeal from Bristol.

Let's go to Thomas
with a recap of...

Yo. It's Ben.

I'm with Rani.

Rani, Rani, Rani.

So you're a murderer now?

I thought the worst thing
you could do is leave a man

crying on a train.

You were crying?

No.

I heard you were sobbing so
loudly they made you leave

the quiet carriage, bruv.

That didn't happen.

Look. Christian, I'm innocent.

So says every criminal
I met in prison, Rani.

No, no, no, no,
The Dean set me up.

Did you know that he has a
corrupt policeman working for him?

Ben and I are getting
proof of it today.

I have a plan to
make him confess.

Greg's helping.

Will you?

Rani, this is DS Haines.

Where are you?

I... I didn't kill anyone.

Then tell me where you
are. We can talk about it.

Rani.

I said no phones.

He's in hiding because
he's my key witness.

I need him in court by 2.

Can you get that right?

Let's do this.

Hello there.

Do you mind doing me a favour?

What does that sign say there?

"Loading and unloading only."

Oh, you can read.
Unlike your mummy.

What?

Unloading kids doesn't count.

Move on, love.

The school is right here.

I said move on.

Oi!

No motorised
vehicles in the park.

Get off! Wheel it! All right.

Give it here.

Oi!

Excuse me, where's Castle Park?

Oh, um. Well, you take the 72
bus and go west onto Queens Road,

cross over the zebra crossing,
and then left onto Richmond Hill.

Amazing. Great. Thank you.
Thank you. You're very welcome.

Oh, what nice boys.

Have a great day now.

Myrns.

Myrns.

Myrna? I...

Where's Myrns? Myrna.

She's just popped out
to get some coriander.

I'm making shakshuka.

You are?

John.

In community service,
she mentioned you.

Did she?

What'd she say - I'm the
right-wing loudmouth?

That you're a good man.

I'm Sean.

Nice to meet you.

Mm.

Do you want to come in and wait?

She won't be long.

Given you've
discounted surrogacy.

We should talk
about a sperm donor.

Right.

Now, have you given any thought to
whether or not you'll use a bank?

Yes. I want my child
to have a trust fund.

No, sorry.

I mean a sperm bank.

Because you should know
that in the UK there are far

more people needing sperm
than there are donors.

So there is a sperm shortage.

How? This country is
full of wankers. God!

First we had no flour, no tomatoes,
no gas and now we've got no semen.

Bloody Brexit.

The timing of insemination is
critical, and coordinating it

with your ovulation cycle is
often hampered by long waiting

times, months, even
years in some cases.

My doctor said I need to get
pregnant as soon as possible

or it won't happen.

Then you may be better off
with a donor you already know.

What you mean, like, a...?

..a friend?

Exactly.

Can you think of anyone?

Gregory.

Cool, right?

The top of the
line baby monitor.

It even records, so you
don't have to miss a minute

of your kid sleeping.

Stocking up on the essentials.

How much did this set you back?

Who cares? You're winning
me back my inheritance.

Greg, come sit, darling.

I do need to ask you
something delicate.

It's about you. It's
about masturbation.

I told you, I thought the
bathroom door was locked.

And you're normally
at yoga till three.

Not that. I need to get
pregnant as soon as possible.

And I wouldn't be asking
you if I had another option.

But you might be my one and
only shot at motherhood.

So will you give me your sperm?

Sorry. Few follow-up questions.

Really?

Are you sure you want
to have a child with me?

Why not?

You're smart, you're tall.

You're... you're tall.

I just never really
saw myself as a dad.

Oh, but you wouldn't be the dad.

You'd be like a weird uncle.

So if I was watching him play
football, I couldn't shout,

"Stick it in the
goal hole, sonny."

Oh, darling, no son of
yours is scoring goals.

They're not even getting
picked for the team.

He's be half my splooge.

Yes, but if you lent me a
bag of sugar to bake a cake,

you wouldn't say the cake
was yours, would you?

I'd like to think once you've
mixed it with your eggs

I was entitled to a slice.

What if he's got my eyes?

Oh, let's not catastrophise.

Greg, darling, it's
important that you understand

what I'm asking here.

I want to have a baby on my own.

I just need some
help doing that.

Don't you want some posh DNA? Sperm
that always turns left on a plane?

No, no.

I want to introduce some sanity
into my family bloodline.

That's why I need sperm
that is really ordinary

and totally unremarkable.

None taken.

So I spoke to the
fertility doctor.

She wants you to go in for some
tests tomorrow. Gabby, I...

So I need you to take vitamin
C, vitamin D, zinc, maca root.

Oh, and fenugreek to
boost your sperm count.

I'm just not really sure.

And exercise is good, darling.

So I've signed
you up to Pilates.

Oh, God, are the machines
going to be long enough?

I'm not giving you my sperm!

But I thought... You
thought that I would say yes

cos that's what I always do.

What about what I want?

What about my feelings?

I got my own shit going on. But
you wouldn't know that because

you never stop thinking about
yourself long enough to notice.

My body, my choice.

And I'm borrowing this.

Whoa! One dummy gun.

Why... why didn't you get
rid of it after last time?

Clearly, some part of my brain
thought I'd need it again.

Ben, open up. It's me.
Take, take, take. No!

You take it.

Ben?

Hey, babe.

Where have you been hiding?

I'm sorry, babe, I've
just been snowed under.

Tax returns, stock
checks, reordering.

Well...

I had a very naughty dream
about you last night,

and I was thinking we go back to
yours and make that dream a reality.

Of course, you will need to
dress up as Where's Wally?

And halfway through, my
mate's stepdad will show up.

What the...?

You have sexual fantasies
about Where's Wally?

It's the thrill of the chase.

I would love to, but
I gotta do my VAT.

OK.

Call me later.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Bye, babe.

You want a signed copy?

I've got an embarrassing amount.

Yeah, Myrna said you were in
town to promote your book.

You're a psychologist, huh?

I am.

Have you ever had any therapy?

Doing it now.

What is your therapist
practice, CBT or psychoanalysis?

No, I don't have a therapist.

I have an app. OK.

My wife said I need
to work on myself.

So I am. Myself.

Without seeing a professional?

Yeah. No offence, but, uh, I think
therapists are like car salesmen,

always trying to upsell.

You go in feeling a bit down in
the dumps, come out with ADHD

and bipolar and heated
seats you never wanted.

Sometimes seeing a
professional is necessary,

particularly if there's any
trauma or parental abuse.

Myrna mentioned you have a fractious
relationship with your father.

No. That's fine.

That's... that's not
abuse. That's, um...

You know, a lot of people
have shitty dads, don't they?

Who say things like,
uh, "I despise you.

"Stay in the cellar until you
can do your times tables."

That kind of thing.

Abuse takes many forms.

Yeah.

Well, tomorrow I'm taking
the old bastard down,

be the last therapy I ever need.

Well, if it's useful, chapter
eight is about fathers and sons.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to
you in private.

Shall I lay an extra
plate for John or...?

The Dean's lawyer wants us
to testify that Rani framed

The Dean and he
threatened my family.

Oh, my God!

We have to do what he says.

Yeah, but then Rani
will go to jail.

We're gonna ruin
that poor kid's life.

No. Do you know what
will ruin my kids' lives?

It's getting murdered
before they finish puberty.

Shakshuka's ready.

Be out in a minute.

Look, we can't just
throw Rani under the bus.

Can't we?

I mean, she did murder Smiler.

We don't know that for sure.

Myrns, the police found her DNA
on the murder weapon in her bag.

She couldn't look more guilty
if she wore a t-shirt that says

"I heart stabbing."

Everything OK?

The shakshuka will
dry out! One second!

Myrns, I have to
put an end to this.

I have to! OK?

I'm taking my dad down.

It's my daughter's 13th
tomorrow, and I'm going to walk

into that party and I'm going to
tell Ruth I got my old job back,

and things will be
the way they were.

I can start over, OK?

If I'm done with Rani
and Nadine and all of it.

Yes, we get it!

You made a fucking shakshuka!

We need to speak
to Ben and Greg.

And if they agree, I'll do it.

We need to go out.

Oh, thanks for the, uh,
thanks for the book.

Now? Where?

Would you give me
some bloody space?

Why are you here all the time?

You asked me to move in.

Yeah, well, that was before I
knew that you would be all up

in my business.

You're always fussing.

What kind of grown ass man
chooses to descale a kettle?

Oh, and stop putting out those
bowls of vegetable crisps.

That's potpourri.

I cannot breathe with
you here all the time.

If you're feeling smothered,
we should talk about that.

I do not have time for therapy.

Myrna, please don't shut me out.

John Halloran, Myrna Okeke.

DS Tony Burgess.

I need to talk to you
about Rani Rakowski.

There's your credit
card and your room key.

You're in 27.

Take the lift to
the second floor.

Hello.

I was wondering if I
could get a room, please,

if you have one available.

Number 28, if that's available.

That's where my wife and
I honeymooned in Paris,

where she was working as a
model and human rights lawyer.

She does both.

She's brains and beauty.

Picture George Clooney's
wife, but way classier.

And, uh, and you've
pictured Allegra.

The missus, the old missus,
the old ball and chain.

These mints don't
have much flavour.

They're not mints, they're
decorative pebbles.

Are they?

Room 28, second floor.

Come on.

Testing, testing.

Can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

This thing definitely
records, yeah?

This thing definitely
records, yeah?

Yeah, it records. Yeah.

Thought it might be better than
your idea of using a phone.

Yep.

OK. Here we go.

Burgess.

This is Ben Eastfield.

Blue balls.

How are you?

Spill the goss, babes.

Rani Rakowski
didn't kill Smiler.

No?

Who did?

You.

When you were at the
pub, you didn't check

if the CCTV was
working, did you?

Because I have you on tape doing
the deed, and it's as clear as day.

Now, how much is
that worth to you?

Oh, blue balls.

You really are young,
dumb and full of cum.

Look, I'm not going to arrest
you for wasting police time,

but don't ever, ever piss
me about again. Yeah?

Well...

Well, what did he say?

He didn't buy it.

No, no, no, no, no. I guarantee
right now he's tracing that call

to see where you rang from.

He'll be knocking on
the door within an hour.

And then what happens?

Then you hit record, and we
have a bent copper on tape

making a deal for
incriminating evidence.

Boom!

And when my baby is born,
she/her, he/him, they/them

is going to grow up in a
totally ethical household.

The clothes will be second-hand,
the cot will be upcycled.

And big thanks to all the
good folk at Plastic-free Toys

for the wooden Barbie.

Also, I promise that whoever
breastfeeds my child will be paid

the same as any man would be.

Now, I would love any tips that
you can give, but I don't want

to appropriate anyone else's lived
experience, so I will only take

advice from other Caucasian,
cis, queer, metropolitan

women of privilege.

Excuse me for a second, friends.

What are these?

42 boxes of legal documents.

Where do you want them?

Uh...

Your girlfriend seems nice.

Funny too.

Yeah.

She gets that from her mum.

You've met her mum?

I've met both her parents.

That was quick.

Did you tell her about us?

She knows I've had a girlfriend
before her, but that's about it.

OK.

What was I gonna say?

My ex and I ran a drug
empire together, and,

oh, we framed a
ruthless criminal.

Did you take her virginity, too?

Rani... No, I...

Oh, so that's a no.

So she slept with
people before you?

OK. We shouldn't be
having this conversation.

How many was it?
Two, three, 40?

Oh, you might want
to get checked.

She does sound a
bit chlamydia-y.

That fed's not coming, is he?

Yes, he is. Rani, please.

What? He's not coming
because he's not involved.

Just be honest with me.

I am being honest with you.

You knew that I would help
you because, you know,

you've still got me wrapped
around your little finger.

And I'm the idiot.
Because here I am.

I'm looking for this
man, Benjamin Eastfield.

Which room is he in?

Room 27, second floor.

Cheers.

Would you have a hotel
floor plan there?

Lovely.

And the answer's plaza - Wordle.

Got it in three this morning.

What are you up to, Blue Balls?

What are you even talking about?

When we all yawned, you didn't.

That's a tell-tale
sign of a psychopath.

Maybe I wasn't tired.

You were up all night driving
a corpse back from London.

How could you not be tired?

It's a good question. OK, so that
means that I'm capable of murder?

No, no, that means you could
be capable of anything!

Shh. Shh.

You have a nice
sleep, long fella.

You dumped me through a
train window. I can't!

And you just vanished
into thin air.

No phone calls, no
emails, text messages.

But I said I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter if you said
you're sorry. I said I'm sorry!

I said I'm sorry!
You still left me.

Police!

Open up!

Go. Open. Hurry up!

Open up!

Yeah.

Where's this tape, Blue Balls?

Let's talk money first.

Yeah? Who do I look like
to you, Sergeant Numbnuts?

Show me the tape.

Oh!

There is no tape, is there?

Absolute scenes.

Feel free to come out, Rani.

I know your partner in
crime here is as thick as

a docker's sandwich, but
The Dean talks about you

like you're Stephen
bloody Hawkins.

You don't seem that
clued up to me.

I mean, what was the plan?

I walk in here, confess
everything, and you tape it

on a bloody baby monitor?

Whatever The Dean's paying
you, I'll double it.

You ain't got that
kind of money.

Come on, let's go.

I want to get home
for The One Show.

Buble's on tonight and
it's not even Christmas.

But it feels like it.

She's not going anywhere.

Oh.

Policeman gets shot by a young
black man with criminal record

and blue balls.

That should go well for you.

How about corrupt copper
shot by young brown girl

with an Oxford scholarship?

You ain't going to shoot me.

I'm already wanted
for one murder.

Might as well go
out with a bang.

Come on. Me, you and blue balls
knows you never killed anyone.

And you ain't
going to start now.

Try me.

Wait, why do you keep
calling him blue balls?

Cos he helped you
cover up a murder.

And you never even had the
decency to nosh him off.

You said that?

No.

Well, a thank you
would have been nice.

Rani, look, you know who
I've got sitting in my car?

Your friends John and Myrna,

I'm chaperoning them to court
where they're going to testify

you fitted up The Dean.

God, you underestimated
the wrong people.

Right now they are racing to
the real police to turn you in.

Quick, try the door.
Yes, I can reach it.

OK, I'll move up. Pull... I
can reach it. I can reach it.

Easy. Now hook it,
hook it over the top.

Yeah. That's it. Pull!

Pulling. Ah!

The bloody child lock.
It's the child lock.

Clever bastard.

Can you pull? Yeah, I can pull.

Hold my wrist.

I can't breathe.
Stop, stop, stop.

And your face is
all over the news.

So do you believe, in
your wildest dreams,

you can outrun every
copper in the country,

Professor Hawkins?

It's Hawking with no
'S', Sergeant Numbnuts.

I can see why you
like boning this one.

Feisty, isn't she?

Must have really stung when
she dumped you on that train.

Good luck.

Is there anyone who doesn't
know how you dumped me?

Greg!

Oh, my God! Greg! Greg! Greg!

Come on.

Are you OK?

No, I've eaten 26 quid's
worth of mini bar snacks.

And I don't even
like spicy cashews.

I have to run an errand.

You good back there?

Fine. Oh, yeah.
Never better thanks.

Cheers. Nice for you to ask.

Who's Sean?

Oh.

That's my, um...

My boyfriend.

Look, he's just going to keep
calling if I don't answer.

Oh, isn't he a
thirsty little bitch?

Make it quick.

Hi. Myrna.

I feel like things
don't seem right.

I'm just in the way
here. I should move out.

No, no, no, don't do that.

It's me. I need my space.

I'm not used to having
someone, like, up in my face.

I'm used to being
completely free.

I hope you know you
can be honest with me.

Unburden yourself.

Trust is a fragile flower
that takes time to grow.

We go back a long way, Myrna.

Whatever it is,
I'm here for you.

Honestly I'm fine. Thanks.

Can I be honest with you?

Sure.

I love you.

Cool.

OK, I've got to go now.

Oh, that was cold.

I get the guy's
an absolute pussy

but why didn't you just
say "I love you" back?

I don't know.

You need to figure
that one out, love.

Ask yourself, "What
am I scared of?"

Apart from me, obviously.

Stay put, yeah.

Help!

Fire! We're in the... What?

There's a fire!
What are you doing?

Apparently, people do not
respond to the word help,

but they do respond
to the word fire.

Fire!

Fire!

Can you get your
leg through there?

If we contort our
bodies, we can escape.

If we could do all
that, we'd be taking

this to Vegas, wouldn't we?

Can you dislocate your shoulder?

If I could, I'd be saving
it for the grand finale.

Can you reach the
steering wheel?

With what?

My telescopic nose?

Stretch out your foot.

What, and turn the radio on?

Look, if you can reach the steering
wheel, you can beep the horn.

Ow! Hold on.

Here it come.

Oh, there it is. Yes!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh! Yes.

Yes! Yes!

Yo, PC Davis, can you tie a tie?

Yo, Davis.

Taylor! Taylor, open up!

Taylor!

Open up!

Ah!

Taylor!

Shit!

Stop!

Daddy!

Hello, Gabsy.

What are you doing here?

Do you recall that time
when we spread blankets

on the drawing room floor
and had an indoor picnic?

And you insisted we ate
everything with our hands?

You remember that?

Of course I do, my dear.

It was one of my
favourite afternoons.

Eating game terrine while you
showed me your pirouettes.

What do you want?

My lawyers say they'll
drown your man in paperwork.

And I see that's
started already.

They also say it'll get
rather nasty in court once

the mudslinging starts.

So I thought we ought to have
a moment together before that.

Whatever happens, you're
still my little girl.

I had Sebastian pop
into Harvey Nicks,

pick up all your favourites.

Can I tempt you to a
devilled guinea fowl egg?

I'll put the kettle on.

Oh, there's my girl.

♪ I'll bring the Earl

♪ And I'll bring the grey. ♪

Ha-ha! Here we go.

How would you describe the work
ethos of your colleague DS Haines?

She is thorough and won't stop
till she gets what she wants.

You recall a conversation with
your superior, DCI Monroe,

in which he said, "My
hunch is you're ambitious

"and think if you nail
somebody the Met can't,

"it's your ticket
out of Bristol."

Yes.

Do you recall what Sergeant
Haines said in response?

Yes, she said...

I won't apologise
for being ambitious.

How did DCI Monroe
respond to that?

I was tasked by DCI Monroe
with investigating DS Haines.

Tell us what you
found in her desk.

A mobile phone.

Only two numbers were dialled from
that mobile phone in the course

of 18 months.

To whom were those calls placed?

A Christian Taylor
and Rani Rakowski.

Christian Taylor is a local
drug dealer, is that correct?

He was.

And Rani Rakowski is currently
wanted for the murder of

Mr Matheson's associate,
Marshall Smiley, known as Smiler.

Is that correct? Yes.

Why did you call Miss Rakowski just
days before Marshall Smiley's death?

I didn't.

Was it to instruct her to
stab Marshall Smiley to death?

No. Because he witnessed
you planting drugs

in my client's car?

That didn't happen.

Were statements from a Swiss bank
account registered in your name,

found by your friend and colleague,
DS Selforth, in your desk?

Those statements must have been
put there, like the mobile phone.

Just so the jury is clear, someone
forged a Swiss bank account

in your name, infiltrated a secure
police station, and hid these items

in your desk.

I... I don't know.

Is it not more plausible
that your informant,

Christian Taylor, whom you
always visited in prison alone,

paid you to set up my client?

No. That's absurd.

Did you meet with Rani Rakowski
and other convicted felons

at a community centre?

I didn't meet with them,
no. I was pursuing a lead.

And DS Selforth accompanied you?

No, I was in a sex club.

Were you now? Uh, yeah.

Pursuing a different lead.

And you uncovered what?

Nothing.

So who sent you to the sex club in
pursuit of this non-existent lead?

I sent him there,
yes, but only...

Did he think it was a good idea?

I thought that we should, uh,
stake out the community centre.

But DS Haines overruled you?

Yes.

I put it to you that during a
meeting at the community centre,

you conspired with Rani Rakowski,
Christian Taylor, and other

convicted felons to lure my client,
Liam Matheson, to Bristol... No.

..with the express purpose
of planting drugs in his car.

No. This jury should seriously
question your integrity,

should they not? No!

Shouldn't they acquit my client
if there is reasonable doubt

about how those drugs ended
up in Mr Matheson's car?

It doesn't matter how
they got into his car,

he is a drug dealer.

I think it matters a great
deal how they got there.

That's not what I meant.

No further questions,
Your Honour.

It's not what I meant.

They're trying to
discredit me, Your Honour.

You may step down.

They're setting me
up! You may step down.

Ma'am.

Was it you who put
the drugs in his car?

Ma'am. Can we have
a quick comment?

Ma'am, none of what they said
is true, is it? Not now, Diane.

But as your friend I'm worried.
You are not my friend, Diane!

Just fuck off.

Police coming through.

Make way, make way.

I've been sober for
six months, Daddy.

Good for you.

I'm proud.

What else is new?

Well...

I'm having a baby.

With whom?

With myself.

Oh, how modern!

Is this happy news?

Not according to the awful things
people are saying about me online.

What are they saying?

Well, JeffF says, "Posh lezza
binch shouldn't reproduce." Oh!

Trevorisclever74 writes, "You
dykes want to do away with men

"but still need our baby
gravy. Jog on love."

And KeithSkywalker69
is more nuanced.

He says that while he has nothing
against me personally, he does think

I should be sterilised
and made to live up north.

Oh, darling. Ignore them.

Social media is just for dancing
teenagers, sweaty perverts

and Gary Lineker.

But the abuse will get five
times worse when these lawyers

air your dirty laundry in court.

You've got more dirty laundry than
a care home after curry night.

But it doesn't have to
be like that, Daddy.

Absolutely right, darling.

Not if you sign this.

Well, what is it?

It's an end to all
this silliness.

"I hereby renounce any right,
title, interest or claim

"to the following property,
land, assets or money."

This is why you're here?

No. I came to see you.

Every time! I fall
for it every time.

Darling, your lawyer
can't win this case.

He couldn't win the award
for tallest man living

in his flat called Greg.

Just sign the paperwork.

I'm looking out for you.

Then give me my inheritance and
I can afford to raise my child.

Oh, please. You can't
have a baby, Gabsy.

Only thing you can
nurse is a hangover.

You lecture me on parenting?

When did you ever
change my nappy?

Or put a plaster on my knee?

Or read me a bedtime story?

You're an addict just
like your mother was.

Don't make the same
mistake she did.

Are you saying that
I was a mistake?

I'm saying your mother
wasn't fit to raise a child.

I don't want you ending up
like she did with a gut full

of sleeping pills when
the going gets tough.

Get out.

Just sign the bloody paperwork.

Get out!

Suing me, having a baby
that's never going to fill

the empty space inside.

Just like the booze
and the pills don't.

If I have an empty space inside,
then whose fault is that?

Oh. Nice to have someone
to blame, isn't it?

Much easier than admitting you
screwed life up by yourself.

Baby formula?

Try your best not to snort it.

There's a good girl.

Hello, Your Lordship.
Hello, you lucky halfwit.

Gabby, no!

Prick!

Steady on.

I just don't want to
see you drinking again.

It's kombucha, Greg.

And my dad is the prick.

The worst thing is he's right.

I'll be a shit mum.

You said it yourself,
I'm... I'm selfish.

I never put anyone else first.

And I'm an addict.

The first sign of stress,
I'll be back on the vodka.

My breast milk will taste
like a White Russian.

None of that's true.

It is.

It's why you won't
give me your sperm.

You and the rest of the world
know that I shouldn't be a mum.

You'll be an amazing mum.

You're warm and kind, smart.

You've got so much love to give.

Oh, you're only saying
that because I'm crying.

No, I mean it.

And to prove it, I'm going
to take this in my room,

fill it with my jizz, and you're
going to whack it up your minge.

That's the sweetest thing
anyone has ever said to me.

Mr Halloran.

We are all waiting.

I swear...

..by Almighty God, the evidence
I shall give shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.

I took part in an operation...

..that was planned and
orchestrated by Rani Rakowski.

To plant drugs in the
boot of that man's car.

On behalf of Christian Taylor.

Who paid Detective Sergeant
Lucy Haines for her involvement.

♪ My name is Johnny You'll
deal with me now... ♪

Move it!

Shift it! Out the way!

Keep it coming back.
Plenty of space.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Could you tell me how
to get to Cabot Tower?

Go left. Go right.

And go fuck yourself.

Honestly!

You're welcome.

I know you hate to
feel vulnerable,

but I need you to know
that I really do love you.

And so...

Mind your hip.

I'd like to say that I
want to grow old with you.

But you'll just say
we're already old.

But when I'm with
you, I feel like

there's so much more
life left to live.

And I want to spend it with you.

Myrna...

..will you marry me?

Oh, bloody hell.

I'm really sorry

for not believing you.

Hey. Hey!

It's OK.

I'm done.

I'm going to have to
hand myself in. No.

No, we will figure it out.

I don't want to get you
in any more trouble.

It's only a matter of time
before the police find me.

What do you want?

I heard the curry goat was good.

Thanks for the heads-up
about the dodgy fed.

Fucking pigs, man.

Ain't no way man's
testifying for them now.

All I need is a change of clothes
and some Ps and I'm on my way.

You can't go.

Rani needs our help.

Mm-mm.

I never get involved with
women who are into murder.

Or glamping.

But we need to keep
the Dean inside.

He killed Smiler.

Yeah, once he gets out, he's
going to come for all of us.

Straight. Which is why I'm leaving
Bristol before that happens.

You are the reason
we are in this mess.

Don't put this on me.

You stole that money.

Only because you got
in bed with the devil

and dragged me in with
you. Well, I've changed.

I'm out of the game.

I can start a new life.

But not if I lose it first.

You know the Dean.

How he thinks.

Come to City Farm
in the morning.

OK? The others are going to be
there, and we work out a plan.

Nah.

Ain't my responsibility.

Well, nothing ever is.

Is it? Ever since we were kids,

it was always you
looking out for you

and screw everyone else, right?

You ain't changed a bit.

I don't want to seem ungrateful,
but is that all of it?

You actually don't need very
much because it's very rich,

like vanilla essence.

Also, if I'm honest,

I'm not feeling at my horniest.

Oh, no. Why? It's Anne-Marie.

Oh, my God, is she OK? You
know how I adore that angel.

She dumped me. Fuck that witch.

Darling, break-ups
are the worst.

Usually I'd agree. Why?
What else has happened?

I don't want to burden you. Not when
you've got to face your dad in court

and get pregnant
in under a month.

When people are in need,
mothers spring into action.

Now what is going on?
I demand you tell me.

Well, I realised today that I've
never done anything meaningful

in my life because...

..I nearly died.

What? And you know how they say

that your life flashes
before your eyes?

Well, the only thing that
flashed before my eyes

was the first time
I used contactless.

2010, Chieveley Services.

I bought two Creme Eggs
and a Dan Brown novel.

And it wasn't even
The Da Vinci Code.

So at least if I help
you become a mum,

I'll have done one decent thing
that can flash past next time I die.

Well, that's incredibly sweet,
darling, but you have skimmed over

an important detail. What?

Why did you nearly die?

Greg!

There we go.

Would you like me to
do the itinerary today?

I don't give a hot
shart what you do, mate.

You testified. What?

I had no choice!

Some bent copper named
Burgess threatened my family.

That same copper confessed
to killing Smiler.

Greg was there.
Yeah. I almost died.

This is what we found
in Smiler's lock box.

Is that real gold?

It's not yellowy
enough to be 22.

Based on the weight and the...

..acoustic signature,

I'd say it's more
like a... 18 carat.

What?

I was a shoplifter.

I almost died.

Look, I'm worried.

It's 9.30 in the morning
and you're drinking ciders

like you're on The Real
Housewives of Taunton.

Who are you? My mother?

Because if you are,
make me some breakfast

and stop borrowing my bras.

Ma'am, is this about
Sergeant Haines?

Don't talk to me
about filthy pigs.

Unless it's them. All right?

Now go and steal some petty cash
and get me a sausage sandwich

from the cafe and
another can of scrumpy.

Oh, yeah. There was a homeless
bloke around selling crack.

See if he's got any stock left.

OK, don't say that.

It's not a homeless
person selling crack,

it's an unhoused
person selling crack.

Oh, right. Well,
less woke correcting,

more sandwich collecting.

All right? Go.

The only thing on
Smiler's phone is this.

Hey, baby.

I know you said it was a mad
idea, but I can't see no future

where we ain't looking
over our shoulders.

So I'm on my way to
meet the Brainbox.

Now I know what you're thinking.

But if she can get us in the Dean's
gaff and we boost his hard drive,

he's done. What's on
this hard drive? Unclear.

But obviously Smiler thought
there was enough on it

to bring the Dean down. Yeah.

If we ever get this bent
copper off our backs, eh?

Nobody...

Nobody move.

Nobody mo...

Nobody...

Move? Yeah. That's right.

Now, you might just
think I'm a pretty face.

Well, I'm not. Don't say that.

You just need a bit of
help with your make-up.

I haven't finished. I'm
not JUST a pretty face.

I am also one smart
doughnut. Cookie.

They both work. And this
doughnut knows exactly

what you've been up to. Because
I planted a bug up there,

and I've heard every
word of this conspiracy.

You, missy, are a murderer.

And you framed that drug
dealer, and I am your patsy.

And you've roped in all your cronies
to do it again, to keep him in jail

so you can take over his
territory. Am I right?

Oh, you're so close.

We want the Dean to stay in jail,
but not to steal his territory.

No, just because he's
a really bad guy.

And I didn't murder anyone, OK?

I was set up by a dirty cop.

Yeah, a dirty, filthy little
slag called Sergeant Lucy Haines.

What?

No, no, Haines isn't dirty.

No, we were talking
about a fed from the Met.

Wait, wait.

So Sergeant Lucy Haines is
as pure as the driven snow?

OK, I've got to be honest.

I've necked a few
gliders for breakfast,

so I just need to check
that this is real.

Hit me. What?

Hit me. Oh, my mum said
never to hit a woman.

Or a man. On account
of my weak wrists.

I am ordering you to hit me.

Oh!

Oh!

Thank you. Pleasure.

I never doubted Sergeant Haines.

I want to clear her name.
What are we going to do?

Finish Smiler's plan.

Break into the Dean's
house. Steal the hard drive.

Yeah, right.

We're not breaking into a
drug lord's house. Why not?

Because! It's probably
got barbed wire

and a... and a henchman with
an eye patch and a metal hand.

Plus, we don't even
know where he lives.

No, but I do.

And his henchman doesn't
have a metal hand.

What about the eye patch?

No, bruv.

OK, so we know where he lives, but
we do not know how to just go in

and take something that does
not wish to be took. No...

..but we know a man who does.

Just to be clear, I
take all the money

if I can do between three
and four hundred push-ups.

Uh, 600 says no way, Gramps.

Oh, nice. All right.

Let's see it. OK.

One. Two.

Three. Four.

Oh...

Are you not entertained?

Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa.

You said you were going to do

between three and four hundred.

Right. I won the bet.

Uh, you did four push-ups, bro.

Four is between
three and 400, right?

Sorry, folks. Please
take your money back.

Frank, I don't pay you
to shake down customers.

I pay you to make coffee badly.

You pay me so badly I have
to shake down customers.

That's not what I meant.

Just go answer the phone.

Frank speaking.

Hi. It's Rani.

Rani.

Everyone's here, by the way.

How are you doing?

I almost died.

I miss you.

All of you.

I'm wanted for murder.

And to prove my innocence and stop
the Dean from killing all of us,

we need to break into his house
and steal incriminating evidence.

Gotcha.

How do we do that?

So... you got a pencil?

No, Frank, listen. Hey.

This is your mess, too, OK?

You should be here helping us.

I wish I could,
but I'm stuck here.

In New York. What? You've
still got 40 more hours to do.

What are you doing there?

Uh, I got some stuff...

..brewing.

Hello? Excuse me.

Uno momento, please. I'm
helping some English people

burglarise a drug lord.

Rani, here's the grift.

There's this sweet number called
the Mario Brothers manoeuvre.