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This is excellent intelligence work, Murray.

My methods weren't to everyone's tastes, ma'am.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You take one down, another one pops up.

You can't be an idealist in that kind of environment.

You have to be a pragmatist.

Work with what you've got.

This, too, shall pass.

Said he was in the army once.

That's what they used to say when things got bad.

Lashkar Gah, 2012. We were all he had.

Your brother is a great man.

They're not going to hold you.

I just want to talk about what happened. I need to.

Do you think it will help him, Happy Kelly, knowing the truth?

It needs to be out in the open. All of it.

I get people hurt, Jen.

Happy...

Boy: Ooh!

[ Gunshot, tyres screech ]

[ Radio chirps ]

Grace, are you okay? Grace?

-Mm-hmm, yeah! I'm fine. -Stevie: Are you okay?

Grace: I'm fine. I'm fine.

-Shit! -Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Seven-two to uniform.

Er, contact, contact on Suffolk street.

We have shots fired. Over.

Shots fired!

[ Beep ]

[ Alarm ringing ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Put down the gun down! Armed police.

Put the gun down! Put it down!

Put the gun down! Put it down!

[ Echoing ] Put the gun down! Put it down!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Put the gun down!

Put the gun down!

Grace: It's okay. You're okay.

Stevie, slow down!

-Slow down! -Grace --

No, it's fine. It's fine.

Hello. I'm Grace.

What's your name?

Stevie...

Stevie, put the gun down.

Put the gun down and come here!

It's okay.

You're alright.

[ Sirens wailing ]

I'm Grace. This is Stevie.

Alright, mate.

Sweetheart, do you want to tell us what your name is?

Hmm? What's your name?

Jesus. It's okay.

They're just here to help. Alright?

Do you want me to ask them

if they can just give us some space?

Okay, move away everyone. Just move away.

Move back.

Okay. It's alright. You're fine.

I can see you've still got the gun in your hand, just here.

Okay. It's alright.

I don't want anyone to get hurt,

so what I'm gonna do is

I'm gonna move in slowly

and I'm gonna take the gun away from you, alright?

I'm just gonna move in now. Okay, don't worry.

I'm just gonna take the gun really slowly, okay?

Okay. It's alright.

That's it. Come on, here you go.

Well done. You've done so well.

Armed Police! Armed police! Make yourself known.

Well done. Well done.

-Henry! Henry! -Mum!

We need you to stop. Stay back.

Get your fucking hands off me.

Henry? I'm here, okay?

It's alright.

It's alright.

Okay, what's the plan?

We should stand up surveillance on Thompson and McQuarrie.

-Get a handle on them. -Are you fucking joking?

No, we arrest them immediately and question them

while the forensics team gets to work on McQuarrie's house.

We need to gather evidence first.

Evidence?

A child fired a shot at two of our officers!

A child!

Ma'am, we cannot leave those men on the street.

-Not for another second. -Ma'am, we should wait.

-What's your angle here, Murray? -My angle?

-Yeah, what are you up to? -I'm just doing my job.

Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it? Your job.

What's that supposed to mean?

Containment. Isn't that what you call it?

Just remind me, what does it actually have to do

-with enforcing the law? -Ma'am, this is outrageous.

No, it's all back room dealings and compromises

with you, isn't it? Anything for a quiet life.

Not this time.

Ma'am, we bring those men in now,

or you can have my resignation.

Oh, enough with the grandstanding, Helen!

-I mean it. -Shut up for a minute, will you?

Both of you!

Bring them in.

And you better pray they find something

in that house to put them both away.

-Murray: I'll do it. -What?

-I said I'll bring them in. -Just get it done!

Henry, everything's going to be alright.

We'll get this sorted, okay?

Just mind your head getting in.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Whoosh ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Stevie: Put the gun down!

Put the gun down! Put it down!

Oh, for fuck's sake. Come on.

Here, let me help you with it.

Are you two okay? What happened?

What happened?

Well, yeah, like, how did it happen?

Um...it just did.

Yeah, it just kind of happened out of the blue, you know?

Well, do you want to go home?

-No! -No!

Okay.

Do you know what, I'm just gonna go and grab a cup of tea.

Yeah. Okay.

Alright, well, see you in the briefing, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

She's just a bit shook up, you know?

Yeah.

Are you guys alright?

-Yeah. -Yeah, thanks mate.

Okay, listen up!

The child who fired the shot is the nephew of Lee Thompson.

Thompson could be linked with several incidents

in the Mount Eden estate,

including the murder of Jim Dixon.

Bottom line, he's a player.

So, our priority this evening is to protect that crime scene.

The evidence we get from there could be the key to everything

that's been going on in Mount Eden.

Now, we know that tensions are extremely high,

and this could escalate things further,

but I need you in your blues.

Sergeant McCloskey here

has been drafted in from Garnerville.

He's gonna run tactical ops on the ground.

Sergeant.

Only two rules tonight.

-[ Whispers indistinctly ] -One. Do everything I say.

Two. Do everything I say.

Remember? [ Chuckles ]

Something funny, Constable?

No.

Nothing, Sarge.

Okay, everyone. Blues on. Let's go.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

What?

You look different.

Do I?

Oh, my God. I knew it.

-What? -I knew it!

Annie!

Grace, are you okay?

-Yeah. -This child, Henry Thompson.

I need someone with experience of working with children.

You got him to give you the gun.

Now you need to get him to talk.

-Well, I'll do my best -- -Grace.

I need you to make this happen.

Okay.

[ Sighs ]

Sir, it's the doorbell footage.

The night Dixon was murdered.

Right. Thanks.

Keep digging.

Okay.

Grace: Move back, everyone. Move back.

How the hell did he get into the safe?

He's a smart kid.

Okay, this is the worst bit.

What are you gonna do with that?

[ Whoosh ]

[ Cellphones chime ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

Get that out there any way you can.

Say that the gun Henry had was just a toy.

Then get the people out on the street.

The worse it gets, the better.

[ Tyres screech ]

Wipe that. Burn the handset.

Back so soon?

I'd rather you didn't mention that to anyone.

-Is that right? -Mm.

Maybe we should help the fella out.

You both gonna come quietly?

Like two wee mice.

Bastard! Bastard!

Bastard!

Fucking bastard!

-Wee Henry could've been killed!

-Calm down. Calm down.

Officer: Move out! Move out!

Grace: Henry.

Look, I know what happened this afternoon

would've been scary.

Well, it was very scary for everyone.

But we really, really need to understand,

from you...what happened.

Henry, I've already told them

that you were with Lee and Craig.

You just have to let them know what happened.

You shouldn't have done that!

You shouldn't have said anything!

Can we have a talk outside?

Mags, what do you want to happen here?

What do I want to happen?

I'm sorry, but he's been convinced

that his uncle Lee is good and everybody else --

everybody else in the world is bad.

Even you, maybe.

Well, I would -- I would say...

I would say he's been indoctrinated.

Indoctrinated?! You fucking what?

Look, I know this must be complicated for you.

No. He is all that matters.

That's it. Nothing else.

Well, Henry doesn't know who to believe.

That's why he's ended up here today.

But one thing's for certain --

he needs to hear the truth about his uncle Lee.

And that's not from me.

And it's not from you.

Is there anyone who can get through to him?

There's been something, I've been meaning to clear up.

You know that photo...of us?

The one you showed all your mates? Yeah.

See, that's the thing. I didn't.

Look.

I sent it to one mate.

A good mate.

Okay, yeah. Okay. So, sending it to one mate

is completely fine, then.

No. It's not fine, I get it --

Shane, we're never gonna ride again.

Okay, like, ever.

-We're not? -No.

Okay, clear up. Move out!

John: In here, please.

Happy...what are you doing here?

Take a seat, please.

Are you okay?

John: This arrived today, from the crown solicitors.

It's a financial settlement offer for Mr. Kelly.

Jen: No admission of liability.

Non-disclosure clause.

Happy, they're buying you off.

Yeah. I know.

It's funny to see them putting a number on it, isn't it, Jen?

Human life.

Happy, please, you don't have to accept.

I've advised Mr Kelly he should accept the offer.

Send the money there, please.

The Central Soup Kitchen?

Yeah. All of it.

Man: Mr. Kelly, this is a very large sum.

It's blood money.

That's what it is.

Maybe some good can come from it.

That would be nice.

[ Door closes ]

He told me what happened today.

I told you, I get people hurt.

Happy, no.

And the thing is, Jen, I could never save them.

But I can save you.

You two, can you move this cordon back, please?

-It's too close. -Yeah.

Alright, guys. Move on back there, please.

Thank you!

Folks, could you move back

to the garages there for us, please?

Thank you very much.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Crowd shouting ]

-You alright? -Yeah.

Skipper...

Put the gun down. Put it down!

Shit.

-Where did you get this? -It's everywhere.

-Man: You bastards! -Pointing guns at a kid!

Sir. Calm down. I want you to stand back!

Tangi's in position.

Gear on, everybody!

Step back! Step back!

Step back, please.

Henry, tell them what happened.

No.

Can I talk to him, just us?

Sorry. We have to be here.

Henry, I need to tell you something...

about me.

I was gonna wait until you were a wee bit older.

But I think it should be now.

Look, you know I was in prison, a long time ago.

Do you know what for?

Rab...

Mags, it's time.

My ma said you were hiding guns for somebody.

Yeah well, that's what we told you.

But it's not the truth.

I didn't hide guns.

I used them.

I used one once.

I done a bad thing.

I'm a bad man.

He was a taxi driver.

Francis, his name was,

though I didn't find that out till afterwards.

I ordered a taxi from town.

It was a Catholic firm.

I got him to drive me down towards the docks.

Told him I was getting the ferry.

We drove onto a quiet street in Sailortown.

And I made him park on the waste ground.

Mags: Rab.

Mags.

Um...

He was crying.

He said he had two kids. Wee girls.

He begged me.

And I...

I hurt him.

I hurt him real bad...

...to stop him begging.

You cross over, son.

You cross over a bridge,

and the bridge crumbles behind you,

and you can never go back.

Never.

The world is dark forever.

And you can never go back.

Francis...

Francis McAuley.

All I want is for you never to cross that bridge.

And you nearly done it today.

By mistake.

But if you stay with Lee and Craig,

someday you will do it, and you will mean it.

And all I want is for that never to happen, Henry.

That's all I want in this world.

I didn't mean it, okay?

I didn't think it was real.

I thought it was fake.

I just -- I like guns.

I just wanted to hold it.

And pretend I was in the army.

I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it.

I know, Henry. I know you didn't.

Now, I need you to tell me everything

that happened today with your Uncle Lee.

Helen: You and Craig McQuarrie were in the house with Henry.

You opened a safe that contained a gun.

And left the child alone in the house.

Aye, we had to be somewhere.

Helen: Henry worked out the passcode to the safe,

took out the gun, and discharged it

at a passing police patrol car.

Tell me if I have any of that wrong.

If that's what the wee man says what happened...

...that's what happened.

Okay, so you admit you had access to an illegal firearm?

That's not really my business.

-How so? -It's not my house.

Not my safe.

Not my gun.

And it's not my money.

I think you're interviewing the wrong man.

I know. Come in. Yeah.

Any more information, keep me updated. Thanks.

[ Clears throat ] Interview's still ongoing, ma'am, but, er...

I've just had a call from Ballistics.

-And? -The gun used today,

it's not the gun used to killed Dixon.

[ Sighing ] Shit.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yeah?

What, now?

You're fucking kidding me.

Reporter: The footage has been seen widely

on social media in recent hours.

It shows officers pointing their guns at a child

in the Mount Eden estate.

Those posting the footage say the child is

in fact holding a toy gun.

Community leaders have reacted with concern

and say the video footage shows

that officers are guilty of heavy-handed tactics.

The police have yet to comment.

I need to get ahead of this.

I need to make a public televised statement

that the boy was holding an illegal firearm

and we have two adult men in custody.

It's still a firearms offence.

-Nicola: It'll have to do. -I-I'd hold off on that.

-Why? -The interviews.

Something's not right.

Man: You keep an illegal firearm in your house?

-No. -Sorry.

You're gonna have to walk us through this.

It's not illegal.

What?

I'm a former British soldier living in Northern Ireland.

When I moved here, I applied to carry

a personal protection weapon.

His gun licence.

-The money? -Hmm?

£133,000.

How do you explain that?

That's my life savings, from my army pay.

I was mostly overseas,

so never really had a chance to spend it.

Why isn't it in a bank?

Don't trust them.

Which, I think you'll find, is not illegal.

Yet.

Okay, so let's see what we've got here.

Possibly a charge for not holding a firearm safely,

although it was locked in a safe,

so...even that's gonna be a stretch.

Any more questions for my client?

Nicola: How in the name of God did we miss

the firearms certificate?

It must have got lost in the chaos, ma'am.

What next?

We need any shred of evidence we can get from that house.

Anything that might possibly yield a charge.

-Do you hear me? -[ Cellphone rings ]

Anything.

Yeah.

I have

[ Crowd shouting ]

Sir, we've got a problem.

Looks to be a bit of trouble here.

Do you know how long this is gonna take?

I've just had an order from the District Commander

to do prints and forensics all over the house.

Youse need to hold that line till we get it done.

It'll be a while, mate.

Get the fuck out of Mount Eden!

Fall in!

[ Crowd cheers ]

That's Thompson's men.

Brace, everyone! Brace!

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Barney -Helen.

we have a chopper up over that cordon.

It's kicking off a bit.

You should probably take a look.

Petrol!

Christ.

Anything in the house?

Drugs, weapons, anything?

No.

Right. How do we deescalate this?

-Well? -We negotiate. We talk to him.

-Get him to help us. -Who?

Thompson. Who do you think?

Can we go now, please?

Grace: Look, you really need to help us out here.

We've told you everything that happened.

No, I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about everything that's happening with Lee.

Wise up.

Grace: Who is he, Mags? Who is he, really?

Was he involved in the petrol bomb attack on Dixon's house?

Dixon's murder?

Your brother is a drug dealer.

You know that.

I'd like to go home now, please.

Are you sure?

Are you sure you want to take that little boy back there?

What if Lee manages to walk out of here?

What then?

Is that really a life you want to live?

Or you could tell us what we need to know

and I promise you if you do that,

we can put him away.

-No, you won't. -I'm sorry?

You won't put them away. You'll do a deal.

Negotiate, get them on side.

No. No, we won't do that.

Lee and Craig came back to the pub today

to have a cosy wee chat with one of your mates.

Detective Canning? Yeah.

That's why Henry was on his own.

You're all the same.

I don't trust any of you.

And I never will!

Okay, look. We're in a bit of a jam here.

"We" being you?

The trouble in Mount Eden is clearly orchestrated.

Is it? That's wild.

Call it off.

Release the two of us now.

Get your people out of Mount Eden.

Then I'll see what I can do.

[ Crowd shouting ]

-Split! -Sarge!

Ow! Fucking get off me...

Grace?

Can I borrow you for a wee second?

Yeah.

The footage you picked up earlier today

from the doorbell camera.

Okay, we can take the heat out of this

if we release them both now.

Put this whole incident to bed.

-Move on. -Grace: Ma'am...

Sorry. There's, um -- There's something important

we think you should take a look at.

So, Craig McQuarrie was in the vicinity

on the night of Dixon's shooting.

That's circumstantial, I know,

but look at this part of the footage.

In particular, the face covering.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. So what?

Well, these photographs show

the personal effects of Ian Campbell,

Thompson's friend from his army days.

And a heroin addict whose body we found in the city centre.

This -- This scarf

is the only thing Lee Thompson asked for.

He said it was of sentimental value.

There's no way we can tell it's the same scarf.

-It may not be. -No.

But when Stevie and I went to Lee Thompson's bar,

he showed us pictures of his military unit.

And they were all wearing these.

-What if it's a war? -Ma'am, this is pointless.

Could you just --

Tommy, go ahead.

What if it's a war souvenir?

You know, they -- they keep them?

I mean it would make sense, as you say,

sentimental value, so --

So, if that is Craig McQuarrie, and that is his scarf,

he may not have got rid of it?

Grace: That scarf could have anything on it.

Ballistics evidence, blood splatter -- anything.

And this might be the only thing that links him to that murder.

Uniform from Silver, are the forensic officers still on site?

Officer: Just about.

We can't hold that line much longer.

Long shot.

Uniform, I'm sending DCI Marshall an image

of an item they need to look for before they leave.

They need to do a sweep for it.

And until then, we need to hold the line. Do you hear me?

-Hold the line! -Hold the line!

-Officer down. -Help!

Right!

Petrol!

Ma'am, they can't hold the line. They're gonna be overrun.

-We need to wait out. - I have...

I said we're waiting out.

Come on, come on.

I have it.

I can't breathe!

We need to push this crowd back.

Prepare for bounce!

[ All chanting ] Bounce, bounce, bounce!

Back! Back! Back! Back!

What are you doing?

Come on, this isn't us.

Stop that. Put that down. Stop that!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it at once!

Runner dead ahead!

Stop! Stop it! Stop!

Stop it!

[ Crowd cheering ]

You have to stop!

Don't break the line!

Stevie!

Rapid advance, go!!

He's not breathing! He's arresting!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Get me the defib. Get me the fucking defib!

Officer: Uniform to Silver.

Crowd is starting to disperse, I have

Okay.

Get them out of there as soon as you can.

Keep Thompson and McQuarrie overnight.

- I have... -Do it.

It's on me.

Silver to Uniform. I want us out of there

as soon as we can, please.

And keep me updated on the casualty.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Robin, this is Happy.

I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

One...

Look, I-I-I think this might've been a bad idea.

-I'm sorry. -No.

We're here now.

I'm going to tell you everything, Happy.

If that's what you want.

Could you have stopped my daddy and Brian...

getting blown up?

I think so, yes.

I had a source, an agent...

...who told me there was gonna be a bomb attack that night.

I didn't ask him where or when.

I didn't want to know.

Why not?

Well, if I knew,

I would have had to put a stop to it.

And they would've killed him.

I chose my source.

Over the next 20 years,

that source saved dozens of lives...

...through the -- the information that he passed on.

So, it was worth it?

No.

It wasn't.

It wasn't worth it.

I wish...

I wish I'd never been there.

I wish I'd moved away when I was a younger man.

I wish I had never had to take those decisions.

I wish that, too.

I forgive you. I forgive you.

Thank you very much.

Man: A face covering retrieved from Craig McQuarrie's house

has traces of blood spatter on it.

The DNA matches that of Jim Dixon.

Anything to say about that?

No comment.

Furthermore a set of keys were found

that match the door of another property owned by Mr Dixon

which was recently the target of an arson attack,

which carries the charge of attempted murder.

Anything to say about that?

No comment.

Solicitor: Um, I would like a word with my client, please.

Think we should probably leave it there for now.

I'm now gonna terminate the interview.

The time on the clock being 11:30 a.m.

Lovely.

Mr. McQuarrie, your solicitor's recused himself from this case.

Right.

You are entitled to a new solicitor.

-We can arrange one. -Nah. Don't worry about it.

Look, you should wait for a solicitor.

Look, fuck me. Just crack on.

We have a head and face covering,

a traditional Arabic garment known as a Shemagh,

linking you forensically to the murder of Jim Dixon.

Would you like to comment?

Yes.

I killed Dixon.

Can you repeat that?

I killed him.

Were you ordered to do so by Lee Thompson?

-McQuarrie: No. -But he was involved?

No. He didn't know anything about it.

You are admitting to a very serious crime here.

Are you saying you acted alone?

-Yes. -Come on.

Work with me here.

If you do, the PPS will take it into account.

It was just me.

Man: Why?

Why?

Dixon was a cancer on society.

I felt the world was better off without him.

As I say, Lee didn't know anything about it.

Why are you protecting him?

What is it, just loyalty?

[ Chuckles ] You don't know the meaning of the word.

None of you do.

We've got McQuarrie for the Dixon murder

and the petrol bomb.

He's copping everything.

-Thompson? -No, ma'am.

Not without McQuarrie implicating him.

How does this play out?

Well, Thompson's had his wings clipped.

He'll probably be careful from now on.

Keep his head down.

If he remains in charge, probably see things quieten down

significantly for a few months.

Thank you, DS Canning.

You did exactly what you said you'd do.

-Ma'am. -If you'll excuse us, please?

You sure about the timeline on the day of the incident?

Yes, ma'am. After Constable Ellis told me,

I confirmed it with Constable Bradley.

He and Canning went to The Loyal Pub

for a clandestine meeting with Thompson.

Then make the call.

Yeah. Go for it. Thank you.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hello.

Nicola: Hi. It's me.

Look I, uh...

I just want you to know something.

I'm proud of you.

I always have been.

I'm sorry I never told you that.

See you soon. Yeah?

Um, o-okay. Yeah.

Okay. Bye.

Bye, Mum.

-Jen... -Oh, thanks.

Nobody coming to pick you up?

I thought you ran a taxi firm.

Do you want a lift?

Come on, sure.

What's the worst that could happen?

Welcome home.

You know, I spent five years here.

Trying to make things a wee bit better.

I thought I was making progress.

The truth is, I don't think I made a tiny bit of difference.

-You didn't. -[ Chuckles ]

Not like you did, huh?

This, too, shall pass.

Best of luck.

Lauren...

Tom...

What's this?

They're gone.

Who's gone?

Mags: Your men.

You see, they're not from here, Lee.

They don't have the same loyalty to the place.

And now you have to go, too.

We don't want you here anymore.

What?

We're gonna try to do this on our own from now on.

Try what?

Living.

Stacey?

Robert?

I've told them what you've done.

What did you tell them?

That you were behind the petrol bomb

that nearly killed Natalie and Jordan.

He doesn't need to be here.

He does, aye.

I told them you had Dixie killed.

I told them when the cops came to meet you,

that you were happy to have a chat,

to make a wee deal.

And I told them who you are working with

and where it's all coming from.

-Please... -No.

'Cause you said you'd be different.

But you're not.

I am different.

-I am making a difference! -Aye, but not in the right way.

You see, people like you, Lee, are chaos.

The minute you're ready to kill for what you want,

chaos comes to live with you.

You hurt people, Lee.

Some people you mean to hurt, and some you don't.

But you hurt us all in the end, all the same.

You hurt me, Lee.

And you hurt Henry.

And Rab.

Look what you did to Rab.

Rab?

What did I do to Rab?

Have fun.

I did tell you we're on the same side.

Come in.

DS Canning, heading back to HQ?

Can I help you?

I've started a preliminary investigation

into the events surrounding yesterday's public order problem

-in Mount Eden. -So?

I just have a few small timeline queries.

-Timeline queries? -Yes.

Timeline queries.

Don't worry.

Shouldn't take too long.

Hmm.

Preliminary interview with DS Murray Canning.

I understand that you made a visit

to a suspected loyalist gang leader

at the exact same time as his nephew found a firearm.

As you know, all contacts with suspected tier one individuals,

however casual, must be recorded in notebooks and the duty log.

There are no exceptions.

So, if you could just show me your written record

of the approach you made to him, and we'll get started.

Cheers.

Shot?

Nah. Working tomorrow.

Since when did that make a difference?

Since now.

Oh, finally!

-All in a day's work. -Oh.

Seven-two to uniform, hostiles inbound, over.

Uniform to seven-two, no back up available, over.

Cheers, Barney.

You left the main line to see to a casualty.

I did, yeah.

That's exactly what I told you never to do.

You did, aye.

Well done, I suppose.

Thanks.

Hey, I think Barney wants to have a wee word with you.

Barney.

How about you?

Lawrence, good to see you out and about.

Actually, I've, um, I was meaning to ask.

Have you had a chance to process my resignation yet?

Yeah, about that. Um, I kind of took a beat on that.

-Did you? -Yeah.

-Good. -Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Actually, just a sec.

-Sandra: Hi. -Hi, Sandra.

I, um, I read your letter.

What you drinking?

[ Feedback squeals ]

We are De Matrona. This song's by Dolly Parton.

[ Gasps ] Class!

Come on, let's dance.

[ Laughing ] I'm not a very good dancer.

Wise up. Let's go.

Woman:

for the morning

a-dawning

for the sunshine

That's me heading.

What? Why?

Oh, just, you know.

Okay.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow.

Enjoy your night.

-Okay. -Okay.

See you.

Woman:

of a brand new day

You know the way I don't think enough, sometimes?

Yeah.

You think too much.

Woman:

the taste of freedom

well, I don't need 'em

and I can prove it

to see me through

I can move it

Stevie!

Stevie!

Did I forget something?

Yeah.

I think so. Yeah.

Woman:

the taste of freedom

and I can prove it

to see me through

I can move it

there's nothing I can't do

of a clear blue morning

of a brand new day

of a clear blue morning

it's gonna be okay