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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.