All language subtitles for Sherwood.(2022).S02E01

Mrs Jackson?

Is your husband Gary Jackson?
Yes!

Gary!

Gary were NUM.
This was a UDM village.

Your family have always
been painted different.

A striker
in a town full of scabs.

Someone's targeting
striking miners.

I mean, who's next? Am I next?

Scott Rowley.

Julie...

You want to know
where I get my politics from?

My belief in the right
of the individual to choose.

Dad!

Gary Jackson reckoned there
was an undercover cop

in the village - came under
a false name and stayed.

I'm your wife! And you thought
I could have been this spy?!

It's Daphne.
Keep this between us.

Armed police!

Drop your weapon!

I should have talked
to him more.

40 years of this.
Spending it hating.

Aren't you all tired?

Am.

The winding wheels
at Shirebrook Colliery

have dominated the local landscape
for almost 100 years.

People in no doubt the closure will
devastate the local economy

and destroy a community.

It was our greatest fear
when the pit shut

that areas of deprivation
would set in,

and all our worst fears
have been realised.

The pit's gone.
I mean, what's left? Nothing.

Community spirit
will get us all together.

There'll always be a future.

Please do not forget us.

In the East Midlands region

alone last year,
25,000 jobs were lost.

I suppose we'd have to adapt
to something else.

"Gulf between
rich and poor grows daily...

Locals speak of short-term tenants

who spend their rent money on drugs
and empty homes being looted...

Uncontrolled violence linked
inextricably to the drugs trade

continues to blight life in
Nottingham...

What happened here struck right at
the heart of a community...

Most people are too afraid
to speak openly.

Billions of pounds are
being pumped into levelling up...

The levelling-up agenda

is the right thing for our
country.

People need more long-term help.

They don't care about people
like us. They're not bothered.

There's been years of
local wrangling over plans

to build on this land and open the
UK's first deep mine in 30 years.

It's a race
against time to stop

carbon emissions, not increase them
with a new mine. It's madness.

Coal mining goes back
many, many years.

I think it would be a great morale
boost for local people.

I'd like to see the youth
in the town have a chance

to get their respect back.

Hey. Hey! Come on, come on.

Hiya, Cathy.

Julie? It's Cathy.

Yeah, I know.
I said, "Hiya, Cathy."

Oh, sorry.
I'm... I'm out walking the dogs.

It's windy.

If I start cracking up...

It's too late for that.

Did you do it?! The house? Yeah.

Yeah, I got a-a valuation,
so it's just...

Right.

And there's a for-sale board
outside, so...

It's just... psychological,

that's all, for me. You know?

Just to see how it feels,
if I get any interest.

What, like a psychological
for-sale board?

Yeah. Do you want to piss off
or what?

Are you going to that
consultation thing tomorrow,

on the new pit?

How do you know about that?
You bloody well moved.

No, no, I'm still
on the street WhatsApp.

I think people expect you
to be there -

wondering what you have to
say.

"Expect"? Why?

Wh-Why is my view more
important than anyone else's?

Well...

Look, I've got to get off.

Um... SHE CLEARS HER THROAT.

Don't get blown off a hill.

Special delivery.

Oh, where do I sign?

Oh, anywhere, duck!

Sorry we're late.

Um, me and Stephie
lost track of time, rabbiting on.

Say bye to Sandy, Stephie.
We've got to get going.

Where's your... Where's your bag?
Oh, it's in the car.

Oh, go on, go and get it.

And I am sorry - the delay getting
some daytime support.

We're just so stretched
at the moment.

Oh, we understand.

Ryan!

Yo, Stephie!
How's it going, mate?

Yeah, good. Where have you been?
Out with Sandy. Yeah?

Who's that when she's at home?

We can hang out, can't we?
Yeah, sure!

Be all reet, just me and you. Yeah.

It's what big brothers are for,
innit? Yeah.

Best not, Ryan, eh?

HE SCOFFS All right, Mum.

Stephie? Come inside, duck.

I love you, mate.

Love you, mate. Yeah?

Yeah. See yer.

You should let me look after her.

Hmm?

I can look after her now and again.

You can't, Ryan.

Look...

Where are you living?

Someone said they saw you
in Meadows.

Do you want anything?
Do you need anything?

We still go to meetings
on Tuesdays.

If you're ever...

Ryan.

Right,
the revised route, 4.0.

I reckon this is it.
This is the one!

We head to Scarborough first,

then across to t'west coast,

see Eric Morecambe's statue.

♪ Bring me sunshine

♪ All the while

♪ Make me happy... ♪

And, oi, this in't just a chance
for you pair to go wild,

throw parties while we're
away. It's thinking time.

Have you got visions
for the future,

now that we've divested
our stock

in local hallucinogenics?
Prove it, then.

All right, Dad, I will.

And, hey, now jenson
Button's passed his test,

I need you to help me
with a few pick-ups

this afternoon in town.
I can't. I'm out.

Ronan, pull your fucking weight.

I said I can't.

I do have my own life, you know.

Oi! Who do you think you are?

I know who he thinks he is -

Mr Fucking Special Bollocks.

They made you do that job.

You should never have been
put in that position.

We were kids,
young coppers, both of us,

in the middle of that madness.

Sure, we fucked up,
but we didn't cause

that mess -
that weren't down to us.

- Sorry about that.
- That's OK.

There's no wrong way to feel.

Trauma caused by crime, by violence,

it affects everyone differently.

Pam, would you like to...?

Uh... Only that...

I'm just still ever so grateful

to be a part of these meetings, me
and my brother, who...

Right, Denis? Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Just... just listening
to your stories and...

When my husband passed,

I was left on my own
with our kids,

which were his
from his first marriage.

I did struggle.

I did.

And obviously,
I do blame myself...

for Ryan.

Him going off the rails, and...

Course I do. I just do.

I think I thought that...

as a mum of someone
caught up in...

in the drugs and the gangs,

instead of a victim of it, like...

The families of offenders are
as much a victim of crime

as everyone else.

We serve their sentences
with them.

Right?

Look, if they can guarantee

things like safety and so on,

a modern mine,
rather than, you know,

the dark satanic mills of old,
then, yeah,

I support the planning order
for this new pit.

Why not? ALL: Hear, hear.

At the risk of being

the, you know, villain
on this proposal,

as district councillor
for the area in question,

some of the feedback
I'm getting is, in a nutshell,

"Do they think
we're bloody idiots?"

After years

of deindustrialisation and its
social and economic fallout,

this is to say what, exactly?

"Oh, hey,
sorry for all that trauma,

"but there's an energy crisis
now.

"Do you want your mines back?"

Everywhere else are getting

jobs in tech, science, so can we not
invest in that instead?

Hear, hear. Well said.

Madam Chair, sorry.
Councillor Waters.

Um, well, given
that she'll definitely not draw

any attention to it herself, um,
maybe we could just take a moment

to congratulate Lisa
on her appointment.

The county's
new Sheriff of Nottingham!

Hear, hear. APPLAUSE.

Yeah, it's fine.
I only need to show my face.

Shit. And I have to be up early

to finish
this OU research paper.

Do you ever think that we do
too much, as new mums?

Do I think we do too much? Mm.

Ian St Clair in civilian clothes!

Like Superman becoming
Clark Kent or something!

Well, what about you,
eh, Madam Sheriff?

Do I curtsy now or what?

Oh, God. Can everyone
just piss off about this?

It's just cutting ribbons

and going to endless
school fucking plays.

Which is an honour, of
course. Of course. Can't wait.

Hey, you were, uh...
You were punchy in there.

Yeah, well. What about you?

As an Ashfield resident,
this new pit -

speak up and be counted.
No, no, no,

that's all a bit long and
complicated

for me and my family. So
I'm sure you'll understand if,

in my new public-facing role,

I stay annoyingly neutral,
all right?

Not on everything, though, eh?

Punchy.
I didn't slam the force!

I'm not mucking about either.

Hey, no complaints here.

I'm laying down a gauntlet.

Policing needs to change.

I've known that for,
well, far too long.

And I couldn't do it
from the inside,

so maybe I can do it
from the outside, eh?

Right.

Number-one priority -

I thought
we could look at this, uh,

rebuilding of this youth
rehabilitation scheme, eh?

I know
you've other bids on the table

for this contract,

but we are confident
people here will come round.

It's just all that history -
people get very emotional,

which I understand,
but we think

this is the perfect site
for the new mine.

265 hectares,

all due to be decommissioned
this year,

waiting for a new role
in an old world.

But then again, aren't we all?

We believe that our investment group
can fulfil

the government contract
for a new coalmine

decades
after the last one closed,

bringing -
or I should say returning -

tens of thousands of jobs
to the red wall, as promised.

This was always one
of the richest coalfields -

one of the reasons, very painfully
for those that remember,

the miners here took
a very different path

from their comrades.

But... the pits closed anyway,

and the coal is still here,

untapped,

ready.

We held
him there till t'police came.

But then Arthur Seaton went
on at him all the time,

telling him to run away.

You know, he never was any
good, that one.

Oh, he went off as soon as
t'police showed up.

Don't worry, he'll get checked
one of these days.

GUNSHOT Oh! Strewth!

Er, Rachel?

Hi!

Er, I mean, er, hi, yeah.

Mid-afternoon.
I wasn't sure if the vibe was

like tea or soft drink or beer
or what,

so I got beer.

Ta.

Good to, uh, meet... in person.

Didn't know if you'd come or not.

I didn't know whether I
would come or not either,

but I guess I was curious.

Oh, look at this guy.

What?

So, listen, yeah? Do us a favour.

You're going to go round...

How did you know my, like,
name, to find me?

Well, I just...

I went looking around my
house one day,

after... I heard something
my mum said to someone.

She doesn't know I...

She had this box of stuff
and...

this was in that.

It's your... birth certificate.

That's how I found out
I had a sister.

What's the most
you've ever found?

I wouldn't look at it
like that.

He's about to tell you
it's the promise of the find,

not the find itself.

I were going to tell you that,
actually!

So you've never found owt, then?

Uh...

She got a couple
of 18th-century coins.

But, yeah. Yeah.

Not in a museum?

She's not Indiana Jones!

It were only a bit of old shrapnel.

And it's true, you think?
Scott Rowley's treasure?

Folk reckon it's really out here?

That's what he told police.
Apparently.

15 grand...

somewhere.

I'm going to find it.

In your dreams, mate.

Course you are, lad.

Back at Nottingham Castle!

The Sheriff of Nottingham,
isn't it?

Well, well! Boo! Hiss!

Right. Yeah. Uh, don't judge.

Had to give up the real thing when
my little girl came along, so...

Hey, I... don't judge anyone
anything.

I've, um...

Well, my... my family foundation was
the one that helped fund

the reopening of all...

And you're here with...?

New wife and newer daughter.

Oh. Cool.

Very modern.

Um, I meant the, um...

young mum as a sheriff,
not the, um...

The lesbian thing.

Uh, the lesbian thing, exactly.

Er, I saw you speak today
at the council.

You seem to be, uh, everywhere,

you and your... your wife.

You're both so...

don't know... municipal.

Yeah, well...

Well...

There she is, on our horizon.

Just within our grasp.

One moment. Forgive me.

Excuse me, sir.

Er, I didn't quite see...
your name on the guest list.

Mm. Maybe not.

But it's above the door.

Well, yeah, it's technically
my name too, so...

Yeah, well,
I got an earlier flight,

so I thought I'd show my face -
you know, hearts and minds -

if we're to get this contract
through.

The visit went well, Dad,
I think we're good.

All right? Right, well, um,
they're expecting a few words.

Really? I'll do it. This way.

"Mother, Daphne."

But the father's blank.

There's my dad.
He's Mickey Sparrow.

I guess if yours is blank,
that means he's not your dad,

maybe. Then there's me mum.

Older brother, Rory.

We, um, run a taxi firm.

Are you those Sparrows?

You know, those Sparrows, Ronan?

They're good people.
I know they are.

I don't quite know
where I fit in in...

A crime family.
No, a family...

who just...

Suck your mum, you bitch.

Nah.

Right, thank you.

And you really don't have to -

just because I
bought the wine, honestly.

You know, when this
opportunity came along

to support the castle,
it was a no-brainer,

because I just loved the idea
of a rebellion gallery.

You know, that's what we do around
here -

you know, we carve our own paths.

Look at Robin Hood, huh? Outlaws!

And then centuries later,

when Parliament failed to
pass the Reform Act in 1831,

you know, votes for working men,

yeah, we were the first to
protest in the country, here.

We torched this castle.

We burnt it down.

And then we... rebuilt.

Because
that's what life is all about -

enterprise, right?

Thank you. So enjoy yourselves
and enjoy the wine.

All right? APPLAUSE.

It was your council
who couldn't afford

the public money
to keep this place.

Hence mine.

Well, maybe if the rich

and corporations paid their taxes...

Yeah, well, maybe if we had more
growth, and not stifled by taxes.

When you're ready.

Listen... Look. This new mine
will do a lot of good

around here. You know, I mean,
hundreds of jobs - come on.

I hear
not every councillor is a fan.

Mm, but then I guess you're too
young to remember.

I'm from those villages,
Mr Warner,

and I know how devastating
it was to lose those jobs,

that way of life.

But I don't know
a single ex-miner

who wants his grandson
back in the earth.

Listen, let me give you
the opportunity to...

Whoa! What...?

Stop taking money
from fossil fuels!

Hey. Hey! Oi!

This lot exploited our past...

Get your fucking... Stop it!
They're stealing our future!

Get them out!
Think this is bad?

Yeah... You wait!

Come on, come on.

Go! Now!

Yeah, yeah, my mum and
dad, they told me everything.

Wanted me to choose
when the time was right.

And then UDM landed and...

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry...

I don't know what I was expecting,

but I can tell that,
um, you're in a place

where you're clearly needing
something right now,

F and I'm not... I'm not sure
it's anything that I can give

at the moment.

I'm glad you messaged, but
I think I need to... crack on

with who I am now.

Yeah, but if you ever find
yourself...

really ever needing
something, then, uh...

then this is my number, OK?

You all reet?

Oh, shit. Sorry. Sorry,

was I, like, interrupting
on your little romantic date.

Yeah? I'm her brother.

Brother? Oh, cool.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, I'm a brother,
an' all, yeah?

Got a little baby sister. Look.

What's he fucking playing at?

We'll see.

You want to look at her, then?

Right... OK, right, I got it.

OK, now you're hoity-toity,
aren't you, duck?

Listen, look,
I'm here to sort you out here,

so if you need anything, yeah?

A little...
a little bit of spice, like.

Yeah? Do you a deal? Why not?

That's not very smart, is it?

Eh?

You're too loud, pal. You shouldn't
be in here with that...

with your cheap,
cut-up-to-shit powder.

Nah, I ain't got nothing.

And who are you anyway,
when you're at home -

what, fucking police, are yer?

No, mate.
I'm Nicky Branson. Ooh.

You've just been caught slippin',
haven't you? Have I? Yeah.

So if you're going to cross
the tracks,

I suggest you don't make
quite so much noise.

Oh... I'm shaking, mate.
Can you see it? Yeah?

You're a little, tough
Branson man, are you? Yeah.

Are you? Yeah. Really?

Fuck you want?!
Get the fuck off!

Fucking get off me, you cunt!

Or what, eh? What?!
Give it back!

Give what back?
I thought you hadn't got owt.

You're fucking dead, mate, you are.

Yeah? Old fucking Nicky Branson?

You're a fucking tough man?

This is going to be big, mate,
this.

Yeah? You fucking wait.

Yeah.

Fucking arsehole, man.

Fuck the lot of yer.

All right, OK, I-I'm going,
I can't...

Hey, look, I wouldn't.

I've clocked that mental case
before.

He always hangs about
for round two. No, I'm not...

Let me... Let me walk you
out t'back instead.

OK? I know... My family
knows the people here.

Yeah? Come on.

Come on through.

Not seen you here before.
Do you live far away?

All right, mate?

How are you getting home?

I could drop you
at a bus stop, or...?

Er, yeah, nice try. Honest.

I'm heading off anyway.

Just thought I could get you
out of the danger zone, like.

He's one right trippy bastard,
that one, I'm telling you.

OK, well, why don't you drop
him off at his bus stop

- and I'll order a cab?
- I'm all right.

I wouldn't argue with women,
mate.

My car's just out here.
Just get in and buckle up.

You all reet?

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Please... please.

Please. Please...

He knows
what he's talking about.

We only have to be here

cos of cuts elsewhere,
don't we?

Picking up the pieces.

I want us to be in partnership
with you.

And I know
I have to gain your trust.

Not our trust - theirs.

And, you know,
I don't know what it's like

to be them, do I? So...

I don't know what it's like.

I just know it's a mad system.

But instead of investing
early on,

you spend 20 times that...
locking 'em up later.

But it's not the same world
we live in, is it?

Where are your main areas
of concern?

You know, where are the cracks that
these lads fall down?

I mean, cos it's got to be different

from when you were out there, Marco.

It's very different. I mean, a lot
of them turf wars may have settled,

but remnants of the gangs
still remain.

You know, they're on the prowl for
young, vulnerable lads.

Here you are, some water for you.

Don't chuck 'em! Hand 'em out!

You know, I used to play a bit of
cricket. Go on, give us a go.

Oh...! Oh, look at that!
You never lose it!

Mwah! Ooh!

Oh, my God, you did not just dab.

Is that not a thing?!

Sorry, sorry.

Here you go, sir.

Oh, shit.

How are you doing?

I'm DCS Harry Summers,
and you're...?

Ronan.

Ronan Sparrow.

And you were with that young man
when it happened,

just you two?
I don't know him, yeah.

I met him in here.
He offered a lift, so...

Did you see who shot him?

I'm going to have to ask you
to come into the station,

if that's OK. Is there anyone
we can call or...?

No.

I'll let them know mesen.

Oh, shit.

Ronan...

Oh, my God, Ronan.

So, you can imagine
the alarm bells that went off.

Branson and a Sparrow
during a fatal shooting.

Those gangland wars of old are
something I don't want to return to.

That's all in the past.

But it could spark
a retaliation or...

Nicky Branson -
is he really dead?

Yeah.

I mean, what were you even doing
there? Who were you with?

Oh, come on, Ronan, we don't keep
secrets in this family.

Don't we? Who were you w...?

What? Secrets.

If an arrest can be made quickly,

we obviously would like
Ronan to identify the suspect

in a line-up.
You say you know who we are.

Then, you'll know that we never
have,

and never will, help the pigs.

A bit of history there.

You got other witnesses in the bar.

Good.

Leave our boy out of it.

If this does end up

having something
to do with the old families,

and you decide you'd like
some support or protection...

We're fine, me duck.
You potter off now.

So that's shit, innit?

Watching someone get done in?

You're allowed to...

you know.

It's normal.

Normal?

Fucking normal?
None of this is normal.

Think stuff like this happens
to normal people?

I know you'd never talk
to the pigs, Ronan.

It'll be just us one day,
remember?

Just me and you.

Should probably start trusting
each other a bit more, eh?

Look, I'm grateful
that you took this meeting.

It gives me a chance to talk
through how we link the work

of the Violence Intervention
Team with the police.

The VIT is its own entity.
Separate funding.

And, frankly, as I see it,

an experiment that I don't,
for now, intend to...

Um, I was... I was actually...

Well, I was hoping for some
off-the-record advice, Ian,

about this Branson killing.

You were around
back in the day, when...

during the tough times.
No. I've left the force, Jen.

Harry Summers is a perfectly
capable replacement.

And he were around
as a young detective

towards the end of all that,
so he remembers.

More vividly than most.

So, what, it were gang-related,
then, Nicky Branson?

Well, we don't know.

But, uh, it could clearly reignite

some of those turf wars, regardless.

We're throwing officers into the old
trouble spots, but, um...

Well, there's concerns
about revenge attacks.

I'm sure that DCS Summers
wouldn't mind

any thoughts you had, Ian.

Yeah, of course, I'm sure.
I just, um...

don't want to step
on anyone's toes.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

"would be grateful if
you'd consider restocking..."

"in the following branches."

Send.

Ta for letting me borrow the, uh...

It's all right.

Right, crumpets, then I'll have to
get back to mine - stuff to do.

Heads, Radio 3.

Tails, Radio 4.

Heads it is.

Ooh, my back.

Stephie! Stephie!

Mum!

Denis! Get back, Pam!

Mum!
Stay down, Stephie!

- Stay down, Stephie!
- Mum!

Stephie, stay where you are!

Stay where you are!

Rachel? It's Ronan.

Again.

Don't ignore this.

The police need one of us to talk to
them, and I can't do it.

I just can't be doing all this.

Oh, Jesus.

My God, what the fuck?

Pam and Denis Bottomley?

You were at the last
support group, weren't you?

But... you're police.

That was for a...

personal, um, private capacity.

Your son is Ryan Bottomley, Pam?

Your nephew, Denis? Yeah.

You adopted him and Stephanie or...?

He is my son.

My late husband's biological.
And I became their...

She's my daughter
and he's my son.

Or he was.

He's not the son
I remember now.

He's not the boy he was.

Um...

People witnessed an altercation
between your Ryan

and Nicky Branson at the rink.

You know, we can only
assume that's the reason

why there was an attack
on your house.

Which...

Which doesn't mean your son
did shoot Nicky Branson...

only that folk clearly think
it was him

and that he was at home
with... you.

Well, he wasn't.

I don't know where he is or was.

We are good people.

We're respectable people.

I know.

I can tell.

Ian.

Oh! Hey! Long time.

Harry.

I was... I was really pleased
when I heard it were you.

It's been a long time coming.

Ah, well, you know. Thanks.

Oh...

So, I hear
the fallout from this shooting,

it's escalating fast.

Yeah, we have a "do not approach"
notice on Bottomley.

No have-a-go heroes.

And, I mean, Jesus,

we really don't have
the resources or manpower

to go back to that level
of violence or...

You can, um... You can feel
the jitters in there.

A lot of them... remember.

A lot of them, you know,
lost people, so, er...

Well, um,
none more so than you.

So, I read your thing
in the paper, by the way.

Ah, yeah,
it's ruffled a few feathers.

It's a provocation, you know,
to talk about a new approach,

new ideas.

OK, so take this thing here
now - landed on my desk.

What would the new you
be doing differently... better?

No, no, it's not about better.

My job now is to make sure

that less incidents like this
do land on your desk.

You know, stopping vulnerable kids
from getting involved

in crime in the first place,

rather than mopping it up
afterwards, like we always do.

It's madness.

And, look, I get the irony, I do.

You know, I spent my life
putting offenders away,

and I don't regret it.

Mostly.

But teams like mine, in other
places, they're working.

So if I can link up
community groups

with mental health services,

prisons, schools, then
I can build real programmes

that can interrupt
the cycle of crime.

Excuse me.

Yeah,
I think you've got my sister.

Drop it! Now!

Everybody back!

Jesus Christ!

Stay down.

- Get him up.
- Got him.

Here we go.

Boo!

Fucking hell.

Harry.

You need to bag this up.

If you just want to take a seat.

He just walked in?

With a gun?

Yeah.

Where's Stephie? Is she...?

She's with our family liaison.

Look, he had no bullets or...
He just...

What happens now?

Can we go home? No.

We have to move you, all of you,

somewhere off-grid, I'm afraid.

Off-grid? Yeah.

Come off it! We have...

And Stephie -
she needs structure, routine.

And you've got him - Ryan.

These people,
they've got their justice.

Justice isn't always seen
in the same way

as you and I might see it
by certain people.

Ryan will be charged.

For you three, I suggest we
get some officers to collect

some things from your house,
Pam, your place, Denis,

and then we all need to go.

Now.

Four.

OK.

Come on.

You're all right.

This way, mate.

Ryan Bottomley,

you are charged with murder

and, by virtue of the Coroners
and justice Act 2009,

will be remanded in custody.

A date will be set
for your plea

and trial preparation hearing
at the Crown Court,

where you will appear in
person or by video link.

Now, owing to the serious nature of
this case, is there anything

the defendant's representatives
wish to present to the court?

What?
What are you looking at, huh?

What are you going to do?

Think the world's yours,
don't you, duck? Huh?

Think you can get anyone
to do anything for you, yeah?

Well, fuck you! Mr Bottomley,
enough! Fuck you as well.

Yeah? Enough.

I will not tolerate
verbal outbursts in my court.

And I should also take
this opportunity

to say to the victim's family,
and to the community at large,

the court is aware
of some of the history here,

but to remind those impacted
by this case

to trust in the processes
of the law

in delivering the justice they seek.

Take the defendant
to the holding cells.

Next case, please.

A couple of folk here to see you.

Daphne.

Yeah. Um...

Course. Um, have a... have a seat.

We're really sorry... about Nicky.

We really do feel bad, don't we?
Turning up unannounced.

We just realised
we don't have your number.

And why would we?

Hey, look.

There's no hard feelings.

I know we've got history.

It's tragedies like this
puts all that into perspective.

Your youngest were there,
we hear.

Ronan. Yeah.

He didn't see anything, like.
Didn't see anything?

He was stood
right in fucking front of him.

What are you going to put
with that, Daphne? Veg-wise?

Don't know. Some greens? Parsnips?

He has an allotment.

How do you know
that Ronan was...?

Mm, parsnips! Lovely.

How will you do them? Roast?

Wi' a bit of honey?

I've had to start steaming
our veg for him.

Doctor's orders.

Cholesterol and blood pressure.

Does my head in.
No more roasting, frying, salt.

So that's what we do now -
steam everything.

And it tastes
of absolutely fucking nothing.

Might have heard -

the family of the cunt
what killed our son,

their place got shot up.

We wouldn't do that.

Raining bullets into a house
like that. Indiscriminate.

But we do understand why
some of those what l-loved...

why those that loved Nick, why
they have this urge to act.

So that's them, OK,
but this is us.

OK?

This Bottomley lad,
he's behind bars now.

Right? Good. Good?!

What, three meals a day,
TV, PlayStation?

Won't even have to think
about what he did. No.

We're of the view that we'll
have to do summat oursens.

What, get to him in there?

Is your boy in?

Ronan?

What do you want with him?

Would he mind coming down?

It's... Oh...

He... He's been through
quite a lot,

and I-l know that...

you've been through more,
obviously. Is he in his room?

Ru go up-

No, I'd really rather you...

It's OK.

I am a mother.

WAS... a mother.

I only want a little word.

Right.

Let's get her plucked, shall we?

Believe that the last thing

these communities need now

is the return of controversial
and divisive issues,

once again around the dominance
of clean coal in the region.

Activists warn that,
while frustrated,

levelling up meant
resurrecting old industries,

rather than imagining and investing
in a new generation...

Gary... would have choked
on his chips...

that it's the bloody Tories
opening a mine,

but...

Oh...

I don't know.

Whatever you all think.

Hello?

It's OK.

I'm an old friend
of your mum and dad's.

Ann Branson.

Nicky's mum.

Yeah...

I'm sorry.

That must have been ever so
upsetting, to watch him die.

His family, Bottomleys,
they've gone,

scuttled off in shame,

and no-one really knows
much about them,

at least in our circles.

They don't even have a Facebook
page. Can you imagine that?

You saw 'em...

didn't you?

They were at the police
station yesterday. Did you?

Oh, don't worry. We just
know a few people, that's all.

Keeping us up to speed
with what's happening.

I wonder...

would you be able to point
'em out if you saw 'em?

You're very young.

I know.

But you're also part of a...

This'll sound ever so grand. But...

a tradition.

A sort of code.
And it's really important

because, without it, we're nothing.

And you were there with Nicky,

so that obligates you,

in a way,

to be in it wi' us now.

I know you'll be smart
and helpful, Ronan, OK?

Smart for your family.

Thank you.

What did he talk about?

What were he thinking about?
His last words?

I don't know. I think he just...

I think he said, "Buckle up."

Buckle up?

Seat belts.

For safety.

Buckle up.

That were Nicky.