Original subtitles

So, it looks like this Dixon-Hamill rivalry

has now escalated to a full-blown loyalist feud.

Lee: You heard somebody went after Dixie this morning?

-Petrol bomb? -So?

Feels like the start of something.

-Something bad. -There is one person, ma'am.

He knows the ground.

He's no longer with the section though.

Then bring him back. Immediately.

I need you to come back in.

Nicola Robinson will never allow it.

-She already has. -Aisling: You look different.

I, err, started to do a wee bit of kickboxing.

-Kickboxing. Alright, Robocop. -Stop where you are!

Police! Stop where you are!

Lee, they're right to be scared.

-Because it's real. -What's real?

-Men with guns. -We can change it.

-What? -You just have to trust me.

You're done, Dixie, dead man walking.

Any time, Davy! Bring it on. Anytime, son.

Oh, you keep on slathering, Dixie. You're all getting it.

Jen: I'm looking into an incident,

that happened, during the Troubles.

The Stuart's chip shop bombing?

Sorry. No. We need to leave the past alone.

-So, do you fancy it? -What?

Shane: A drink after work?

Nowhere is safe for you now.

Nowhere.

Close your eyes. It's easier.

[ Silence gunshots ]

-Morning. -Morning.

[ Both laugh ]

-You okay? -Yeah.

Aye. Grand. Yeah.

What?

We are idiots.

Very sexy idiots.

The fuck.

Let's see. Okay.

-Well. -Yeah.

-Shane: Very nice. -[ Both laugh ]

-Tequila. -Okay. Love that one.

-You like that one? -Yeah.

-Yeah. -Great.

One for the road?

-No! Would you get away! No! -Come on.

-You'll be fine. -[ Footsteps, door opens ]

Shhhh.

-What? -Shhh.

-What? -[ Door closes ]

You can't let Grace see you.

-Huh? -Like, no one allowed

to find out about this.

-Why not? -Are you joking?

I'll go talk to her, tell her to go to work.

You stay here.

-Just be quiet. -Seriously?

Yes! Seriously shush!

Alright. Whatever.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Oh, for God's sake.

Sorry.

I'll -- I'll tidy it up.

Sorry.

Did you bring someone back last night?

Annie!

You know it's not safe to invite random guys back home.

Hi. Err, Jim Dixon was shot last night.

Canning wants to see me.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Op's schedule. Inspector McNally.

Paul, I'm gonna need more response officers here,

erm, for about seventy hours?

Doesn't matter where they're from,

any district, any station.

Yeah, the boss has signed it off on it.

Okay, yeah. Thanks. Hey, okay.

So it's 12-hour shifts and whatever overtime is necessary.

Well, that's still not going to be enough.

Yeah, I've put in a request for more boots on the ground.

Is anyone off shift this morning?

Tommy's got the morning off.

-Can you call him in. -Yeah, yeah.

[ Cellphone rings ]

No, I don't want the TSGs anywhere near it.

Tell 'em to stand off nearby.

I don't know, just not Mount Eden!

-Okay? Thank you. -Yeah, I'll tell 'em.

-Murray, anything from MIT? -No witnesses, no CCTV.

Looks like the gunman was already in the house.

Double head shot.

Afterwards he even took out the shell casings.

Not your average dickhead.

-And they've lifted Hamill? -Yeah, first thing.

I'm interviewing him in thirty minutes, MIT are sitting in.

-Any intel from Mount Eden? -Yeah, I'm working on it.

You know they're gonna be knocking on your door

for that any second.

Yeah, I know that. Thanks.

Okay. Okay.

-Helen. -Ma'am.

Sitrep?

MIT are forward basing on the second floor,

we're pulling everyone in on 12-hour shifts

to work the cordons and manage VCPs,

erm, I've put in a request for temporary transfer

of response officers from districts, who can spare them.

TSGs are standing off nearby in case of public order issues.

And we're advertising a public meeting, on social media,

to help reassure the community.

I hope they're more reassured than I am.

The chief's worried.

About reprisals.

About a public order event,

we don't have the numbers to control.

We have to prevent that at all costs.

Operation Bright Side.

Well, at least someone's got a sense of humour.

You're silver command as of now.

I hope you packed your pyjamas.

It's not easy, is it?

-I need you to step up here. -Yeah, sure.

I mean, I was the one that brought you here.

I was told you were good on the ground.

-A real prospect. -I am, Sarge.

Yeah, the thing is, Shane,

right now, we've a murder on our patch

and people are looking at me for something solid

and I have fuck all.

And the one guy I thought I could rely on

is standing in front of me,

sweating buckets, stinking of drink.

I'm -- I'm fine alright. Look, I won't let you down here.

I know you won't.

Because if you do, you can stay here with your new friends.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-How are you? -Yeah, really good.

Yeah.

It's all kicking off up your way.

Yeah.

It's, err, it's a loyalist feud.

-It's crazy. -Sounds like it.

I've been working with this guy, err, Murray Canning.

He's with the Paramilitary Crime Task Force.

-It's interesting. -Interesting?

Yeah.

I mean to see how the other side of things work, you know?

I thought you were a response man.

No, I mean, I am.

I was just... I don't know.

-Not my cup of tea. -No?

No. That shite always ends up messy, you know?

So, what'll it be, Romeo?

Well, let me guess. Scrambled eggs, no toast?

Actually. I think, I'll have the large fry.

-Me too. -I like a man you can influence.

Thanks.

[ Laughs ]

Jesus! Shane!

-Shane: What? -We're in work!

-There's nobody here? -I know. But just...

I don't know about you, but my head is lifting here.

Have you any painkillers?

Err, guys just so you know,

we're gonna be on twelve hour shifts and possibly overtime,

for the next few days.

I'm supposed to see my mum tonight.

I'm sorry, Annie.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hi, Sandra.

Sandra, I told you Inspector Johnston was back in.

Yeah, you did.

I, uh...

don't know if you got my letter.

I haven't read it.

Yeah, erm, of course, it's, err...

Maybe we should...

Yeah.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello. -Sandra: Tommy.

Where are you?

I'm in the countryside.

You're in the countryside? Alright, well, look.

Can I entice you back to Gotham City asap, please?

We're all hands on deck here.

Yeah, sure. Erm, I'm on my way.

Brilliant, thank you.

[ Laughs ]

You really need to get out of Belfast more.

Listen, there's something I wanted to run by you.

Your district has put a call out for volunteers,

to help out in response.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, oh shite. She is a stalker.

But I swear it's not because of you.

I just think it would be really good experience,

and it's only for a few days.

100 percent.

-You think? -Definitely.

I mean, I don't think you'll be able for it like.

It's too much action for a wee country girl.

[ Both laugh ]

Country girl? I work in Derry, you slabber.

It makes Belfast look like Surrey.

Yeah. Well, we'll see.

Okay, well.

Well...

-Grace: Heads. -Stevie: Ah, shite.

Grace: Argh, got yer.

Stevie: God give me strength.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hello, sir, we're making some enquiries

about a serious incident

that happened last night in the area.

-No. -Well, we were just wondering

-if we could possibly -- -No.

Heads.

-Argh. -Yes!

Hello, we're just making some enquiring about an incident

that happened last night.

We just wondered if you'd heard anything

or you'd seen anything...

Oh, you can just feel the love, can't you?

I wish people would stop offering us cups of tea.

What's up with you?

-What's that? -You seem a bit distracted.

Oh, God, it's just Annie.

You know living with her, it's like living

with a bloody student.

Ah.

Remind me why I moved in with her again?

-Because you're mad? -Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that would be it.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Yes? -Hello, we're just, err,

making some enquiries about the serious incident

that happened in the area last night.

And we just wondering if you'd...

seen anything or heard anything?

-I'm sorry, no. -Okay.

We notice you have a wee doorbell camera there.

There wouldn't be any chance we could have a look at it,

would there?

I can't give you that, love.

-Why not? -You know why not.

Well, is there anything on it?

I haven't looked.

Okay, erm, well, say we came back here

with a warrant to seize it against your will,

would it still be there?

Wouldn't be wiped, would it?

No, it wouldn't be wiped.

Okay. Thank you.

Uniform uniform seven two, please advise MIT SIO

that it'll be worth a while getting a warrant

for the doorbell camera at 92 Cleary Street.

-Over. -Barney: Will do, Stevie, over.

So, she'll give it to us,

as long as it looks like she not given it to us?

Pretty much.

-Heads or tails? -Heads.

Uniform Uniform seven two,

report of a suspicious death at 38 Herondale Gardens, over.

Err, that's a negative, seven two here,

we've been tasked door to doors in Mount Eden.

You're reassigned, over.

Ooh, happy days.

At ease, soldier.

So, I understand you have a proposition for us.

I want to take over. The whole supply.

How?

I've got good people around me.

Taxi business. I can make it work.

You tell me this, Lee.

Who killed Dixie?

It wasn't me.

There's threats against Jim Dixon,

all over your social media.

Last night, you attended an illegal band parade

where police officers heard you threatening to kill him.

He'd just had my wee lad beaten up.

Yes, I threatened him.

But I had nothing to do with this.

Where were you at the time of the incident?

At my son's hospital bed.

I went there straight after that parade.

Ask the hospital.

Did you order the killing of Jim Dixon?

No, I did not.

And I have no fucking idea who did.

Sorry, can I just establish roles here?

Establish roles?

DS Kelly here is part of the Major Investigation team.

So why are you interviewing my client?

There's some crossover in our enquiries.

Is that right?

-Fascinating. -How so?

Well, I might speculate that if, err, you're in here,

tryna gather intelligence on what happened last night,

then you don't have much else to go on.

And in terms of Mr. Hamill here,

you've absolutely nothing at all.

Fogerty: The problem with ye Nordies,

is that youse love chaos.

Did I ever tell you about the last time I was here?

I was nearly shot meself.

Me cousin, Sully, dead as doornails.

It's just messy, you know?

But it is profitable.

And that is why my bosses don't wanna walk away.

Yet.

So, Tina here tells me,

that you're not part of any organisation.

So how's that gonna work?

I'll pay my taxes.

Will you be in the frame for this Dixon thing,

or anywhere near it?

You're gonna have to get more cars.

More men. Can you do that?

-Few weeks. -Not in a few weeks.

Now.

You pay that back double, in a month.

Where's the solicitor?

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Erm, excuse me. I'm sorry.

I have to take this.

What now? Why?

What's changed?

Right, right. Okay.

Yeah. Yeah, see you there.

Where are you going?

I can't represent you anymore.

-You what? -I -- uh...

I have to recuse myself. Sorry.

What?

[ Exhales sharply ] What the hell?

Sweet Davy fucked.

Well done, boss. No turning back now.

No going back, mate.

Hello, sir. Are you okay.

We're sorry to meet you under these circumstances, sir.

What?

Did you call the police, sir?

I don't know. I don't -- don't think so.

Alright, well, erm...

Is there anyone else in the house,

that might have called?

Anyone in trouble?

Eh, I'm sorry.

My husband's dead.

He just died.

Okay. Is he in the house?

Er, yes. He's upstairs.

It was me. I called the police.

Michael had stage four lung cancer

and recently developed boney metastasis.

-I'm sorry, what? -It had spread to his bones.

Right, and err, and you called us because?

He wasn't at that stage yet.

I changed a wound dressing on him two days ago.

And, yes, he was in pain, but he still had a month or two.

Okay, so you suspect that...?

Some of his pain medication is missing.

A lot. I called my practice.

They told me to call the police.

And you think his husband has, err...

Chris, yes. It can only have been him.

Michael couldn't have opened the lock on the cupboard,

never mind the bottles.

Okay. Well, erm...

do you wanna show us where the medicine cupboard is?

Err, yeah. It's through here.

Okay, so every thing east of Spencer Road

is Dixon's territory, or was.

Everything west of that is Hamill's turf.

If it was me, I'd stick the VCPs along, the main intersections.

Hopefully take the sting out of any confrontations,

and maybe spot some players going in either direction

looking for reprisals.

Okay. I hate these things.

Can't we just use the ordinary patrol cars?

Jonty: Yeah.

I mean, look it's a balance between going in ready

for trouble, and asking for it.

It's your call, Inspector.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

-A wee bit, yeah. -Yeah.

-Okay. -So, TSG's?

-Yeah. -ARVs?

Christ. ARVs? I mean...

Have them on standby, Helen.

Just in case.

Okay.

-Okay. -Right.

-Mm-hmm. -Okay.

So, tell me this.

How do you feel about public speaking?

Right, well, erm...

we'll calling it in as a suspicious death.

Which means it will be dealt with by our colleagues

in C.I.D, and, err,

and we'll stay here until they come.

Do you need me to stay?

No, no, no, I've noted everything you've said

and we'll take a proper statement later.

So, err, if you've got other appointments, you can go.

Right.

Grace, wait. Wait.

What?

Do we really need to do this?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, it's not exactly a murder or manslaughter

were dealing with here, it's just -- it's...

It's what?

Stevie, come on, what else can we do?

Uniform uniform bravo lima seven two, over.

Barney: Send, over.

Yeah, I'm just confirming that suspicious death

at Herondale, Barney.

Can you task C.I.D?

Received over.

Jen: I wasn't expecting to hear from you again.

Mr. Graham.

I might have given you a false impression.

I can't talk about anything that happened back then.

Just want you to know why.

A group of us tried to sue the government for compensation.

PTSD acquired in the course of our duty

as RUC Special Branch Officers.

It was all about what we did.

Were asked to do.

And they threatened us with prison.

They what?

They said we would be in violation

of the Official Secrets Act.

And if we went any further, we'd all end up in prison.

They said that?

Not on paper, no.

They just made it known that that would be the next step.

The Stuarts chip shop bomb.

The files redacted by RG. Was that you?

I'm sorry.

Are you not listening to a word I'm saying?

Mr. Graham, Do you know who carried out that bombing?

And why there were no prosecutions?

I want you to leave right now.

You didn't invite me here to ask me to leave.

You invited me because part of you wants to talk to me.

You have no idea.

-About what? -What I did.

About lying awake at night,

thinking I got blood on my hands.

About taking human life.

Actually, I do.

Grace: Chris.

Look, we're gonna need you to come with us to the station.

Chris: Why?

Well, because --

Hang on one second, Grace.

Chris, Nurse Kyle thinks you may have given Michael

some morphine to help him die.

What?

We'll do everything we can to get you back here to Michael

-but you have to come -- -No.

-Chris. -No. You -- you --

you don't understand.

I can't go. I promised him I would --

I would never leave him alone.

He never wanted to be left on his own.

Please, please.

I'm not leaving him here. I'm not leaving him on his own.

Stevie: Chris, look at me. Look at me, mate.

We're not leaving him here on his own,

that's not what we're doing, okay.

There are some people on their way who need to see Michael

and they will stay with him.

We're gonna wait until they get here.

Let's just sit here and wait. Okay?

Jen: Thank you.

I was just in my 20s myself.

So young.

So, what I'm about to tell you...

I mean, it's more than was in my statement.

It's everything.

And when you hear it, well, I don't know.

Okay.

So, the bomb went off. Right?

I had a source. He was young, but he was reliable.

A-One. That was the grading we gave him.

Two days before

he told me he was on a bomb team.

He told you it was gonna happen?

No, just listen to me. Okay?

He told me there would be a bomb.

Somewhere.

So, what did you do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

They suspected him.

It was a test of his loyalty.

If I stopped it. They would have killed him.

So, I didn't ask for the details.

I didn't wanna know.

So, you let it happen?

No, I mean...

I didn't...

I just didn't...

It was all about the source.

It was all about protecting him.

I ran that source for 20 years after that.

He saved lives. A lot of lives.

So, who else knew?

What you did?

What? Do you think it was a solo run?

No, they knew. My superiors.

Of course they did.

Of course they fucking knew.

says he loves her

are fighting for her

says she she'll die

with the roving eye

she is pretty

from Belfast city

one, two, three

tell me who is she?

Helen: Respect and courtesy, yes?

We do our stop and searches as quickly and efficiently

as possible and we keep our ears to the ground.

Be nice.

Okay, I want a callsign at both ends.

Shane and Annie go ahead

and set the check point up, just down there.

Anyone not on a VCP you're on rolling patrol.

Okay? Let's go.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Okay, err, how you doing?

Erm, some of you might remember me.

I'm Inspector David Johnston.

I was the Neighbourhood Sergeant here for five years.

I just wanted to come here today,

to reassure you that we're doing everything we can

to make sure who ever committed this murder

is brought to justice. Now we --

we have a large team of detectives working on this.

And you've probably already noticed,

that we're carrying out house to house investigations,

and we would ask anybody that has any information to, err,

to cooperate with us.

You may also notice an increased police presence on the estate,

and some vehicle check points as well.

And as I say, we're doing everything that we can.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Any questions?

I have a question.

Lee Thompson. I own The Loyal Bar.

Why didn't you do anything before now?

Lee, err, we've been doing everything that we can.

-Woman: No, youse haven't! -Man: Youse do nothing!

I came here today to tell the truth.

I'm tired of none of us ever being able to do that.

Sick and tired of it.

They say, don't speak ill of the dead.

Well, sometimes you have to.

Woman: To right.

Jim Dixon was nothing but a scumbag paramilitary.

I've been paying him protection money for years.

£500 a week.

It breaks our backs.

It's most of our profit.

Now I know

that many of you are in the same position.

Some of you owed Jim Dixon money.

Some of you owe Davy Hamill money.

Payday loans that never end.

Are you saying you didn't know that was happening?

You knew, and you did nothing about it.

-Isn't that right? -We need evidence.

[ Laughter, indistinct conversations ]

You coming here is an insult to this community.

-Man: Yeah. -I think you better leave.

Lad. Lad, take it easy.

It's up to us to fix this.

Us, this community.

Not them. They don't stop paramilitaries!

They work with them!

-He's right. -Get out!

Go on, fuck off!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

Uncle Rab, that was mad.

It was, aye.

Did you see Uncle Lee?

Son, listen to me now, okay?

You need to stay away from Uncle Lee for a few days, okay?

From Uncle Lee?

For a wee while, yes.

-Where are we going? -Your ma's house.

You can go on your computer all day if you like.

-No limits. -Really? All day?

Really.

to keep you keen

So, was the countryside pretty?

[ Chuckles ]

-Mmm. -What.

Don't know, just looked like he was trying to avoid us.

Shall we?

[ Siren wailing ]

Yeah, that's lovely. Thank you.

Sir, can I see your license, please.

Papa check on Robert Leonard McKendry,

DOB five slash two slash 60.

Barney: Received a whole life's term

for multiple terrorism offences.

Released under the terms of the Good Friday Agreement,

over.

Can you step out of the car, please, sir.

Come on, I haven't been in trouble since I got out.

-Come on. -Uncle Rab.

It's grandad. Wait there.

Arms out please.

Hey. Err, don't worry. We'll just be a wee minute.

Just leave my uncle alone. He didn't do anythin'.

I know, we'll just be a second.

Just leave him alone.

Search the car.

-What? -The wee boy's getting upset.

Annie, search the car.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Can I go now, please?

Who killed Jim Dixon?

-How should I know? -Come on.

I'm not a member of any organisation.

I've been doing community work for 22 years.

[ Horn honks ]

You're gonna have to give me something.

Or we can stand here for as long as you like.

[ Horns honking ]

The wee lad is upset. Let me go.

Shane.

Can I go now, please?

You can go when I say you can go.

Rab: Nah, that's bullshit.

I know my rights.

You have no reason to hold me.

Someone with a record like yours, I have every right.

Go on, file a complaint and see what happens.

-Uncle Rab. -Get back in the car!

-We won't be much longer -- -Just let him go!

[ Horns honking ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Alright, see you around.

-Uncle Rab. -It's fine, son.

It's fine.

Come on, let's go home.

What the fuck was that?

What you doing?

You have to let them know who's boss, right?

Let's get on with it.

Sandra: Uniform uniform, papa check on Craig McQuarrie,

DOB two slash 10 slash 87, over.

Barney: Clear, Sandra.

Good to go?

Err...

we just need to have a quick look around the car.

-Why? -Just doing our job today.

Don't worry. Won't be a minute.

We'll be quick.

I really need to go.

Tommy, can you check the boot please.

-I don't have time for this. -Tommy.

Sarge.

Sandra: Okay, roger that. Informing him now.

-Barney: Roger. -Sandra: Right.

We're seizing this money under the proceeds of crime act,

until such a time as you can provide an explanation for it.

I told you, I'm on the way to the bank.

Well, you're gonna have to come in

and provide a statement to that effect.

This is daylight robbery.

No, it's the law.

Chris: He got sick a few years ago, but he had treatment he --

he beat it.

About six months ago it came back.

You were his sole carer?

Along with the district nurses.

Exhausting.

Yeah.

You know, at the start, you'd do anything

to help them hold on just that little bit longer.

But by the end, you'd do anything to help them let go.

That's it. Exactly.

Who was it for you?

Err, my wife.

[ Knock on door ]

Connor. This is Mark

The deceased is upstairs and the suspect's inside.

Sweet. Has he been arrested yet?

Err, no.

Erm, I think look maybe we should do the arrest.

And, err, let him know when we take him to custody.

If that's okay with you guys?

C.I.D.: Knock yourself out.

Chris this is gonna sound strange and a wee bit scary.

But I have to do it, okay?

Sir, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of assisting a suicide under section 13

of the Criminal Justice Act 1966.

You do not have to say anything,

but I must caution you,

if you do not mention when questioned something

which you later rely on in court, it may harm your defence.

Anything you do say, may be given in evidence.

Oh, my God.

[ Sniffs ]

Hello?

What the fuck!

Mags. Long time no see.

Are you out of your mind?

-What? -What are you doing here?

-Err, neighbourhood policing. -Oh.

I was actually hoping to speak to your brother.

No! Absolutely not.

No, you need to leave.

Is everything alright?

Let me get this straight.

You walk in here in your nice shiny uniform

and ask me is everything alright?

And then what?

You go home to your fucking bungalow in Carryduff?

Is that it? Lee is right. You failed this place.

You failed us. You need to leave.

Get out.

Jen: Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Happy?

We have a statement from a former officer

who was involved in this case.

And he -- he -- he saying that

it could have been stopped?

The -- the bombing?

Yeah.

Maybe, possibly.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Mr. Kelly, we need to be realistic here.

This may lead nowhere.

But we might find out the truth?

Yes.

-What are you doing? -Pardon?

You just let him walk out of here

thinking you're gonna get him answers.

I am.

Jen, you know the government is shutting down

all cases looking into the past.

I know, but we've made the deadline on this, haven't we?

Look, this is gonna be one of the last of its kind.

That's why it's so important.

That's why they're gonna fight you on this

-every step of the way. -Fine.

Where's my phone? Where's my fucking phone?

-Give me my bag back. -Back off.

-What? -Back off! Go outside, okay?

-This way. -You're always torturing me.

Honestly, I can't get a fucking minute's peace.

There's no room in custody.

As usual.

They'll give me a call when it clears a bit.

Meanwhile...

So, what happens to me?

You'll be processed.

Finger prints taken, interviewed by two detectives.

They'll ask you about Michael's last dose of medication.

Did you do it?

What do you think?

Okay, listen to me. Act confused.

Huh?

When you go in there, you ask them what day it is.

What?

Yeah, when they start asking you questions, tell them...

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Then when they start asking you questions,

tell them you're absolutely exhausted.

Not thinking straight, forget your words,

speak slowly.

Make sure they know that you're absolute wreck.

-Right. So I -- -You're confused.

You're exhausted. You don't know what's going on.

Because -- Because maybe you made a mistake

with the time, with the dosage.

Right. They're ready for you.

Not a good day to be hungover.

Hmm, yep.

Do you think maybe we made things worse today?

What?

The way we went into that place.

Shane: What do you mean?

The VCP stop with the wee boy?

What do you mean?

We humiliated them, Shane.

No. We pushed things a bit with a guy who has a criminal record.

To try and get some information.

It's called police work.

It's just you seemed like you were really enjoying it.

I was doing my job.

Aye.

Fuck.

Nicola: So, we've nothing on the Dixon murder.

Not a single person would speak to us.

We've lost it.

-Lost what? -Mount Eden.

Maybe we lost it a long time ago.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yep.

Sorry, who?

He's here now? Okay.

Yeah. Okay, we'll be down in a minute.

That was the front desk.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

Can I have my money back?

-What happens now? -There'll be an inquest.

That'll take a while.

Best not thinking about it for now.

I can't go home.

Chris, you can.

Yes, you can.

-Listen to me. -Oh, God,

please don't give me a quote about grief.

-I've heard them all. -I'm not, and so have I

by the way.

This is more practical advice.

You know, you're gonna cook twice as much food

as you need to for a while.

Don't bin the extra dinner, just stick it in the freezer.

Because pretty soon you'll not feel like cooking at all.

That it? That's your advice?

That's my advice.

Thanks for everything.

[ Car door opens ]

[ Engine starts ]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You know I think you were right the first time.

What do you mean?

You said to me a long time ago

that it would be too difficult to work together

and be together.

And I thought at the time, okay.

Let's just work together, it'll be okay.

But it isn't. Not really.

You see you're right.

I have been trying to protect you.

To stop anything bad from happening to you.

I have.

Because...?

Because I don't want the worst thing in the world

to happen to me again.

I think we should just take a beat

work wise, everything-wise.

Okay.

And you mean not...

Yeah, I'll contact Sandra just ask about the shifts

and just take a beat, you know?

Yeah.

-Okay? -Yes.

-Okay. -It's fine.

[ Chuckles ]

Good.