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Kyre Branson. We found him dead.
It's a gathering storm,

and I'm worried about
anyone who's at the centre of it.

Stephie, what do you want, duck?
You tell 'em what you want.

Live at home. We've got cousins.
They can come, stay, help her.

Keep it in the family.

What are these even implying?

That there was like a boss
undercover person in '84,

Thatcher's man on the ground.

Can I trust you? Don't worry, we
just know a few people, that's all,

keeping us up to speed
with what's happening.

Yeah, we've been in danger before.
But this is different, Rory.

Look at me. This is different!

Folk reckon it's really out here?
Scott Rowley's treasure?

15 grand! My new job,
it's about trying to understand.

What's there to understand?

I mean, he's a psychopath
who killed my husband!

You don't muck about, do you?

Oh, no, I'm not... I'm not
"leaving" leaving this minute.

I'm just, er...

...just going to stay with me sister
for a bit, that's all.

She moved up to the Peaks,

so I thought I'd go and see
what it feels like up there,

you know, while I let
the idea of this... settle.

OK. Yeah. I weren't in
when they viewed it.

Who are they?
Are they...? Are they nice?

I don't know, just...

Yeah, like a family.
Normal family. Two kids.

Yeah. We brought our daughter up
here and then the grandkids,

and, yeah, they were always
coming round and...

Are you going to be OK?

Yeah, of course, yeah.
All right. I'll see you. Yeah.

So go on, then.

You've had the statements.
What are you waiting for?

I'm afraid the statements alone
aren't going to cut it

with the CPS, given your own, um,
less—than—clean record.

2 whistle, Yeah, but neither of you

were actually there
when the killings took place.

The voicemail — you've got
Roy Branson's voice saying...

Saying what? He just makes a threat,
don't he? That's all.

They told us they were going to
do it, then they left to go do it,

then they came back and told us
they'd fucking done it. Jesus!

And what are they going to say
when we pull 'em in here?

They're going to point the finger
at you, aren't they, say that you're

putting them in the frame
because it were you that did it?

What reason would we have to kill
poor bastards we didn't even know?

Ronan was there
when Nicky Branson was killed.

I knew it. I said, didn't I?
Not to be trusted.

Nothing would ever be enough.
You can't be fucking trusted!

OK, OK. All right. So, come on,
what are you saying?

Look, I appreciate the leap
that you're all making here.

I do. But if this is going to
stick, then I'm afraid

we're going to have to
ask you to, erm...

...record them making a confession.

Wear a wire?

One of us?

Look, I—-I understand the risk,
I do. I just...

So, basically, not to put
too fine a point on it,

you're all sat here
with limp dicks in your hand,

unable to do the dirty yoursens,

so you want us to lube up
and get the job done for you?

If that's not too fine a point,
like I say.

Innocent people are dead,
Mr Sparrow.

You knew they were in danger, and
not only did you fail to inform us,

you also went along for the ride.

All right, hey, hey! Now, as far as
I'm... No, that's not... We...

She... She tried to stop them.
We did. And...

And it's all I think about
that we didn't. I can't bear it.

Give us the room. Just family.

Just family, she said.

Rory...
No.

No, this is mad, this is.
I'm fucking spinning in here!

All right, what did we say?

We won't ever be safe until
the Bransons are out of the picture.

Well, let's take them out, then,
our way. Oh, right,

because that'll never
come back to us, will it?

Either Ann and Roy or one of
the half—dozen remaining Bransons

who won't need a calculator
to put two and two together

to know it was us. Think!

We shouldn't have done this,
though, should we?

What's the one rule,
the one thing you never do?

Grass. Not anyone, let alone us.

Us?! I mean, fucking...
Jesus Christ!

I can't. I can't do it. I'm done.

Where are you going? Rory!
This is bullshit.

Rory? No, you can bollocks!

So, erm...

How would it work if I did it?

Hold up.
Shouldn't I be doing it?

Well, we spent time with her — Ann.

It wouldn't be odd — that odd -
to check back in with her,

now that we know
that their nephew died there.

Oh, wait. No. Hang on.

Do we know he's dead?

Well, it's not public yet,

but we can let the press know
later on today.

And he's been identified now, so...
Yeah, but we just need

to be careful, you know,
because, er, this news,

it could put fuel
on the flames out there,

and there's tensions
with rival gangs, and...

Yeah, so the gap between us
releasing it and any of you

sitting down with Ann
better be as short as possible.

No, not any of us. Me.
I'm doing it alone.

Daphne! I want to help. I mean,
that's why I'm here — to help.

No—one else, right? And that
includes anyone else from in here,

the police — I don't trust
any of them. I don't even trust you.

Well, just to... just to
reassure you, you know,

we've got the entire Branson family
under special protection.

They can't move an inch
without us knowing about it, so...

Up to you, me duck.

Stephie, is this them?

Home, sweet home.
Oi, look at Ryan.

Stephie, if you're not sure
about this, about staying here,

then you can just say now.

Hey, it's cool. Right? She's
all right. Innit, Stephie, mate?

Well, we can... we can just go.
Wait. Hang on. Go where?

I mean, what have you got for her
that's better than her own home?

It's OK.

Right. Well, remember, you've got
my mobile number in your phone,

and you know that I just live
a few roads away, don't you? Do you?

That's good to know. She lives
with the Sheriff of Nottingham.

CHUCKLES Well, la-di-da!

Right...

I'll see you soon, yeah?

Ryan said you had to look after me
and do what he says. He said.

Yeah, don't worry.
Ryan's still the boss.

Yeah. Two times a week,
he calls from the slammer.

So that's your big idea,
is it? To just...

...steal me treasure, eh, is it?

Did you not just listen
to owt I said?

Huh? Not steal. Nah.
Nah, nah, nah. Go fetch.

You think you're the first one?

Oh, mate!
Honestly, I fucking swear,

when I'm on the out, I'll get it
for you. I'll save it.

Promise!

Yeah, except I've got people
on the out right now, haven't I?

Listen, it's no good
sat there in the soil, is it? Eh?

Sherwood Forest ain't
giving out interest rates.

And think long—term, mate.
When you get out,

times change, world spins.

You're young, pal. A babby.

There ain't no way you're dying in
here. No, no way. You are, though.

You've killed.
You killed.

Manslaughter.

Murder.

Diminished responsibility.

Why do you want it?

The money.

For my sister.

For your sister?

HE TUTS Aww!

Come here, you f...! Get here!

Oi! Move it!

Oi, oi, oi, oi! Get back!
Get off him!

Sam?

We need to see her — the Sheriff.

Look, can't we both, like,
strategise briefly

before this becomes
a whole big thing? No. Call her.

We'll head over today.
Best not wait.

Dad, loop me in. Come on.

She thinks I'm a spy,
some ex—agent of the state.

So I tell the truth, nip it
in the bud. What is the truth?

Dad, we should get
some legal advice.

What? From some 24-year-old

500—quid—an—hour fuckwit
in a fuck suit? No way.

OK, well, I HAVE called our lawyers,
and they would really like you

to take a breath so they can...
Well, I didn't ask you to do that!

This is a personal matter. Mine.
She has memos, government documents

alleging that you went
about Nottinghams hire

in the '80s under a code name,
doing the Government's bidding.

Why do these articles even exist?
Are they faked? Talk to me.

Dad?
Today!

Call her.

Right, I'm calling Ian.
We're telling the police.

No. Come on.
I have them all the time.

Everyone in politics gets them,
especially women.

It's just par for the course.
Don't do that!

OK, I'm just saying... This is
different. This is an actual...

...death threat.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sandy. This is
so much stress, what with Ella...

...especially when
it is obviously bullshit.

Just run this by Ian St Clair,
see what he says.

Lisa, please.
OK, OK, I will.

I will. I promise.

So we'll be all square after this?

My family, the force?

What, you mean, will they wipe
your family's entire record clean

for an act of civic behaviour?

No, that's not what I mean.

Thank you.

I meant me and you,

what you know, and that
never resurfacing again.

Right? WE'RE all square.

What's all this "they"?
Will "they" wipe our records?

Distancing yourself from this lot,
are you? No, I'm just here

for this one thing.

So, you said down there
that you didn't trust me.

Oh, sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?
I never did tell anyone,

you know, what I promised you
at your kitchen table. Not a soul.

Julie Jackson knows.
I went round there.

Me, you and her — what
a strange little triangle that is.

Yeah, well, she can... she can
be trusted, though, can't she?

Well, Ronan found out. He heard
what we said. In the hallway.

You've never told Mickey,
though, have you?

Don't you dare judge how I handle
my family. Do you understand?

What fucking skip fire have you
turned your own family life into?

Heard you're back in Ashfield,
living all alone.

I'm not alone. I've got a dog.

What is that? A lonely cry for help?

No.

It's a Border terrier cross,
actually.

Look, I can, er, go through
some techniques on covert recording,

if you like. You know,
how to get suspects to talk, or...

I know how to get people to talk,
Ian. I've done it

once or twice before.
Yeah.

What about Rory? He didn't seem
too wild about the idea.

Hm. He's all skirt
and no knickers, our eldest.

Relax. He won't get in the way.

So...
So... Hi.

It's... I mean, despite the...
It's nice to properly meet.

Oh, we've met.

Not that you'd remember.

About that big.

But I remember.

Would you like a...?
Yeah.

I'm not a man what frightens easy,

but you scared the shit out of me.

Although we did... try.

It must have been hard, though.

And I get it, falling for someone,
finding out they're pregnant,

someone else's baby.
That's... I mean...

I don't blame you.
Hey...

...I would have done. I'd have...

For her, back then, anything.
...I did.

I said I was up for it, but...

She hasn't really spoken
about any of that.

The reasons. And I...

I don't need to know them,
really. It's not...

I mean, that's not the...

...any more...

I just get the impression
there was stuff...

...for her back then.

Yeah.

What did they take?
PlayStation. You?

Telly.

You're right. I ain't getting out.

Not that it'll be, like, worth it.

Yeah, I'll be an old man, probs.

I don't even know
why I did it, mate.

I was off me head,
and he was a wanker,

and something just fucking,
you know...

...just fucking snapped, and, er...

Do you ever think
about what YOU did?

But you ARE right. I don't care
either way about you.

Wouldn't be for you, would it?
It'd be for me sister.

You know, she's... None of this
is her fault. Nothing is her fault.

She's like...

She's the only family I have, mate.

And... And I promise you,
you'd double it.

Triple it, even. Hmm?

Cos this...

...this is an investment, mate.
And then, when you're on the out...

...whatever you want, then, eh?

What would you do, pal, on the out?

There's this, er...

...place...

...in America.

Old mining town in Pennsylvania.

Oh, yeah?

It's a ghost town.

Completely abandoned in the middle
of these mountains, cos...

...back in, like, the '60s, this fire

broke out in the mine, you know,
a gas explosion or summat.

And it's been burning ever since.

All these houses...

...shops...

...this whole town wi' a...

...fire burning beneath it.

And no-one knows how to put it out.

No—one knows what to do.

But it's there.

It's so hot, you... you..you put
your hands on t'ground, you can...

...you can feel it, like that...
that heat, they reckon,

raging beneath you in the earth.

Yeah, I always thought
it'd be nice to go there.

Start again.

Live alone.

Give us your hand.

Mate, over there.

Shit.

Well, where the hell
have all these come from?

All seized by our officers
in the last six weeks.

We'd usually expect to see
this amount over six months.

Any information
that can help us with our inquiries

will be much appreciated.
We can now confirm

that the body found close to
Mablethorpe beach on Monday

has been identified as Kyre Branson

of Ashfield, Nottinghams hire.

Our thoughts are naturally
with his loved ones at this time,

but we would appeal to anybody that
has seen anything or knows anything,

no matter how small,
to please contact the police.

Knock, knock. We come in peace
and, in fact, bearing gifts.

Some home—grown herbs
from our arboretum.

Mm, pungent.
Mm—hm. Thanks.

Well, they, er...
they go nicely with anything.

You cook? I'm terrible at it.

I really don't have long. Sorry.
Really? Well, we appreciate it.

Oh, my God. You don't do
these things, do you?

Ho—ho! Bloody everywhere these days.

It's helping me quit.

Mm-hm. I'm sure. Well...

...we appreciate what you did

and gave us warning
of what you received.

I do wonder who might have
sent this cachet.

There was no note or anything?

I mean, I'm glad you still have it.
You haven't... shared it with anyone?

I said I wouldn't. I haven't, yet.

Oh! People often deride
local politics, don't they?

Full of busybodies and Nimbys
working in drab municipal offices,

dealing with potholes and recycling.

I don't think this is drab.

No, no, no, no, of course not.

I mean, I can see Nottinghams hire
County has some real talent.

Mm.
That's comforting.

Fact is, I thought all last night

about denying
what you laid before us,

and then I decided not to,
because, you know,

denial implies
a certain level of shame.

And I'm ashamed of nothing.

Yes, it was me.

Wait, Dad...

The Westminster Bridge.
Ha-ha! It's a silly name, isn't it?

Yes, a bridge between
down there and up here.

You were this spy?

Mmm... A fixer.

Problem, solution. I can't speak to
the specific accusations

of your no doubt sexed—up dossier,
and I know how the tabloids

have occasionally salivated
over the potential of my existence,

but, yes, I worked
on behalf of the Government

and the security services,

leading the anti—strike campaign
here in the coal fields.

OK, Dad, can we just...?
It's OK, Son.

No, I mean, I really think...
Your father was a miner?

He was, yeah.

Mm-hm.

And in '84, he came down
on the side of...?

My father chose to work.

Good man.

You know, the abuse dished out
by the NUM was, in my opinion,

off the charts to any collier
with an independent mind

unwilling to bend
to the might of the mob.

Yes, I helped with
some of their legal action

and trained some of the branch
leaders in arguments and rhetoric.

OK, so nothing illegal
or... or unethical, I'm hearing,

or... No, no, no, no.
No, public service.

So, make it public. Go ahead.
No, Dad, please.

You used government power and money
to divide a community

then used that influence
to profit from it.

It says here...
access to contracts,

the original chumocracy.

Excuse me, Councillor Waters...

So your business empire here
is more or less built on a myth?

Myth? What do you mean,
myth? Myth?!

Have I not been consistent
my whole life in my beliefs?

Power of the individual, freedom,
choice, the value of work?

I mean, after all,
we are the working classes.

SHE LAUGHS You are?

Well, was. Came from.

So drag that into the light
as much as you please.

The other stuff...

accusations of favours and such —
Well, you'd better have

more than some dodgy online blogs
and rumours, Councillor Waters...

...Sheriff of Nottingham...

...because I doubt any of that
is likely to withstand

the accusations of libel.

I mean, we're only a few days away
from the council's vote

on the development of our new mine,
and that would look

dangerously like a last—ditch
attempt to besmirch your opponent.

Dirty tactics.

HE INHALES DEEPLY So...

...you'd better be sure, Sheriff.

I'll leave that with you.

Gibbo?
Ian?

I heard you'd moved back round here.

Yeah. It's true, then.
Yeah.

Aye... I called earlier to book
the function room back there

just for a couple of hours
this afternoon. You know, I need it

to be private, no—one coming round.
Are you kidding?

What, you want the whole room
to yoursen?

What, is this
not good enough for you?

Just, you know...

Course. Thanks, mate.

Over there.

Cosy enough for you?

Lisa, I can't really talk right now.
No, it's OK. I'll be quick. Sorry.

Erm, Sandy asked me to let you know,
so I'm letting you know

in case she ever asks, then you
can say, yeah, I let you know.

So, er, you know folks get threats
and things from cranks and trolls.

It's only that they're getting
more regular and more aggressive.

So I am passing that on.

Sorry, what, you've...

You've had a death threat?
I mean...

...I suppose.

How were it sent to you?
Were it social media or...?

Emails, mainly. Some DMs.
Graffiti on the... Al right, well,

send them to me and I'll pass
them on to the digital team...

they might be able to trace it.
And I'm going to send

a protection officer over,
all right? No, please.

That's playing into their hands.
Right, well, I'll come over later.

You don't have to. I'm safe at work,
then I'll head straight home.

Sandy'll be there.
Lisa, I'm coming over.

All right? No arguments.
I'll see you later.

What the fuck?! Shit!

SHOUTING Hey!

Fuck! What the...?

Here's Johnny!
What?

What do you mean, "What?"
Shining, axe, door.

Honestly, fuckin' youth of today!

Right, enough! Oh, God...

You know who I am? No. And
look at the door. You've just...

Rory Sparrow.
Another couple of hours

and we'll have some shooters here.
So if you want to come back then...

No, you won't.
Look at yer. Amateur hour.

Little kids playing
in a big boys' sandpit.

So, nah, I won't come back
in an hour.

I request an in—person meeting.
Location, here. Time, now.

You're all right, doll.

You, back up.

Sorry about your door.

Look, there's two stories
being told around here.

In one, my family are bowing out.

They're even, some say,
running scared.

Then there's this other one,
one that says Rory Sparrow

just turned up at the Meadow boys'
new gaff here in the pit villages,

wielding an axe and raising 'ell.

Don't sound like
they're running scared.

Sounds like...
they're back in the running.

In the running? For what?

This place, NG17, all in.

You mean the Bransons are...

Soon to be history.
I have privileged information,

insider trading.
So it's hostile takeover time!

Someone's got to stake
their claim early and hard,

and it's a vacuum
I intend to fill, all right?

Maybe you're not the only one
with your eyes on round here. Maybe.

But historically, my family
have form round here.

However, you've got
the manpower, the runners.

And I've got the contacts.
I can get the gear.

Listen...

...this is meant to be her place.
All right?

Normal. Quiet.

You've come in here
and alert all the neighbours.

Don't worry about the neighbours.
They're all shitting themselves

round here about all this.
It's all kicking off.

Normal family,
murdered on the coast?

I'm sorry about that, by the way,

genuinely.

So no—one's going to be popping
their head over the parapet

or what have you, not any more.
Everyone's head down, blind eye.

So...

...we got a deal?

Er... Oh, yeah.
Er, pint of bitter, ta.

Al right, love.

Cheers, Gibbo.

HE WHISPERS Stupid...

The Sparrows.

I'll be in and out.

See what this is about.

Go on. What?

I did not care for it.

Rolling over on Kyre.

Can't roll over on
someone who's dead. He's dead.

So we made his death useful,
that's all.

You can betray someone in death.

His memory. What... What have
we said, except that he did it,

which he did? Weren't alone
doing it, though, were he?

But there he is, face
all over t'news, taking t'blame,

everyone what knows us
saying he acted in dish on our.

He messed up.
Two 'stead of one there.

And if they had have caught him,

he'd have took t'blame himsen
anyway, not squealed,

same as what's happened.
Yeah, and we squealed pretty quick,

though, didn't we?
Saved our sorry fucking arses.

Who killed him? Who were it?
Who knew, apart from them?

These fucking places.

For these fucking people.

A wasteland.

Hiya.

You all right?

You come here a lot?

That weren't a pick—up line.
Er, yeah.

We like to show our faces
from time to time, you know?

Who's your mate?

Protection... courtesy
of Nottinghamshire's finest.

The police?
Are you working with the...?

Oh, please!

All right. What are you having?
I'll get this.

He can come over.
Vodka and soda, please, duck.

I'm so sorry...

...about Kyre.

Who...? What the hell happened?

Betrayal.

Well, what else do you call it?
God knows who.

You and yours were
t'only ones we talked to.

You're not saying...?
No. No, of course not.

Cheers, Gibbo.

So, how are you feeling
about it all?

You know, what happened
on the coast? What went wrong?

What do you mean?

Oh, well, that you killed both.

What happened is all part of
t'cut and thrust of it.

These things go down when you
get yoursen mixed up in a war.

Oh, come on, they weren't
mixed up in anything, them two.

They were innocent. We've been
through this, Daphne. Innocent?

You don't reckon parents are
responsible for their kids?

I took responsibility for mine.

Have you, er, seen DCS Summers?

Yeah, I've... seen DCS Summers.

Oh! That was cryptic.

Something's going on, in't it?

People are acting weird.
He's not answering his phone.

My lips are sealed.

You know the saying "a bird in
the hand is worth two in the bush"?

No, actually.

Well, a Sparrow in t'hand...

...might be worth
two Bransons in the clink.

That wasn't that cryptic.

So, er, they're grassing up
Ann and Roy?

Not grassing, exactly.

So how's Roy doing? I guess
maybe he's a bit more used to it.

I'm assuming
it's not his first time.

Why did you want to meet, Daphne?

...I don't know. It just...

It just felt odd not to. I mean...

...are you OK?

Nicky first, then Kyre.

Now, I understand why you and Roy,

why you... felt you had to do
what you did.

If anything like that happened
to my family, I'd... You'd what?

I don't... I don't...
I don't even know.

Do you want to get it?

RINGING STOPS You're all right.

I might get another.

Same again, Gibbo, and some nuts.

It's me.
Look, sorry to call,

but I think you're with
a friend of ours at the moment.

Things have moved a bit faster

than we thought they would.
She's wearing a wire.

As in right now, so...
Sorry. Are you calling someone?

Look, I know
you'd never say anything,

but I thought
you'd want to know, OK?

I'll keep in touch.

Got some nuts.

Ooh, thank you.

So...

...you haven't been questioned
at all...

...by the police?

Like, surely, given what that
Bottomley lad did to your Nicky...

Have they been sniffing round you?

Why would they be
sniffing around us?

Maybe he was targeting
your Ronan, hit t'wrong lad.

No. Ronan's... Ronan's not...

What?

He's never moved in them circles.

Well, you have, though,
haven't you? Your family.

Prize catch for t'police, you.

The cocaine over the years.
Moving hot gear around.

Yeah, all right.

You're right, Daphne.

We are basically the same,
you and me. Different...

...but...sort of
tethered together now

in a strange sort of way.
So I can see why you'd want to meet.

Just to check.

I go down...

...you go down.

Right?

I'll get mine.
I said I'd pay.

I'll get it.

She knows. She bloody knows.

Where's she going?

Daphne, you wait till Ann's gone,
and then you come and see us.

You've put me and my family
in the worst possible danger,

do you know that?
Someone's told her.

Look, I were listening.
There was nothing to suggest

that she knows, all right?
It was the look of her. She knows.

Someone from your sodding place
has told her. Fuck!

Maybe that wanker protection bloke
that was with her.

Have you thought of that?
Daphne, nobody knows.

All right? So you wait
till she's gone, and you come back

and we'll work out what to do next.

Next? Oh, yeah, right.
Go and fuck yourselves!

All right, there's someone
I've got to go see.

Couple of kilos of ket
to get you started round here.

And this is for your odd little
spice—smuggling trade. Cool.

Give me a shout if you need me,
all right? Yeah, man.

What the fuck's all this?
Wuthering Heights?

HE CHUCKLES Calm down, man.

It's mine and Ryan's thing, yeah?

These synthetics go for
about £50 an ounce on the street,

but inside, an ounce
can go for over a grand.

Spray it on anything, smoke it.

Can't be detected
in urine tests, neither.

So the only question is,
how do we get it in?

Word is, prison's got
a new library scheme

and they're looking for donations,

and we've got Ryan
waiting to take delivery.

Meantime, we're scaling up out here.

Keep a low profile,
just a normal house.

And we'll need more runners
to help us move the gear.

I'm going to take this treasure
and make it grow, all right?

ZIPPING Go on.

Hello?

You all reet, Steph?

Ryan! Hey, how are you going, mate?
Are they looking after you?

Steph? Steph, are they?
Cos they're there for you.

You know, all of this,
yeah, it's all for you,

and I want you to be OK. So
if you're not OK with something...

It's OK. Are you OK?

Yeah. Yeah, grand, me duck.

Listen, erm, I might need you
to do something for me,

you know, like, er, do your bit.

Would you... Would you pop round
your mate's house,

you know, the one
who lives with the sheriff?

PHONE RINGS Fucking hell.

What? Are you at home?
Cos I'll come round.

Don't bother. Call me when you've
done your job and arrested 'em.

Daphne, you're not in any danger.
We've got protection officers

on the Bransons 24/7. We know where
they are. There's something wrong.

I can feel it. Just fuck off
and leave us alone.

Daphne, plea...

Oh, fucking hell!

Right, sod this. We have
enough on the Bransons. We do.

Let's just charge them. It will
stick! We don't need the Sparrows.

What evidence? Where's
your evidence? We just get it

out of them.
Sit me opposite Ann and Roy.

I'll get it the fuck out of them!
Just shut up, will you?!

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...

Oh, fuck.

You know, I promised myself
I wouldn't do this,

get dragged back in and...
and put me other job at risk now.

Yeah, well, if you need to be
somewhere else, it's all good.

You, me — pint, now.

The last drink I had
was with Denis Bottomley.

That night. A few cheeky cans
of real ale.

We're still good an' that, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course, man.

And, er, you with me, too?
The phone call?

So... you, erm, know him
of old, Saint Clair?

"Sinclair", yeah.
He was around when Chloe...

Oh. Right.

What, like, happened?
You don't have to...

People talk about it,
do they? About me?

No. Just...

...it's known.

We met when she was a student,

when I arrived here,
you know, for training.

She got some work at this, er,

little accountant's office.
Hucknall. You know, secretary.

Turns out, the guy who ran it
used to do a lot of the books

for the gangs, cartels around here,
including the Bransons.

And one day, in walks Kyre.

Kyre Branson? Shit. He wasn't
the sharpest tool in the box,

but we saw an...

...I saw an opportunity
through her to turn him.

Anyway, it all went wrong,
and when it went wrong...

...she was just...there.

She just happened to be there.
In the way.

So it was him?

Kyre? He killed her?

No.

But I always thought
he knew who did.

He said he didn't, but...

...I know.

I know it.

Shit!

Yeah.

Stephie, hey.

Hello, Lisa. Is Sandy in?

You all right?
Is everything OK?

I want that back hand up!

One, two! One, two!

On your toes! On your toe...

What the fuck are you doing here?
Yeah, nice to see you, an' all.

Look, don't be cute. I mean it.

No, I just need to talk,
Denise, all right?

Well, I just wanted to check in,
cos it's getting heated out there.

I was wondering whether
you were hearing anything.

You know, if any of the families
like the Bransons or the Sparrows

are recruiting, if there's
going to be a fucking war.

I didn't know we were turning
informant, Marco. Did you?

Denise, come on. Now, you have lads
coming in and out of here

all the time. I don't consent
to a police interview

without proper representation.
I'm not here as police, am I?

I'm here as me. Come on,
we've started conversations

about this before,
haven't we? Yeah.

Before you betrayed us.

After I persuaded groups,
gangs, Marco here

that they could say things to you

without the risk of it
getting back to the police,

and then back to the police you go.

So, no. Sorry.

No, understand, I did leave.
I've left.

I'm just helping out
on this one thing, these murders,

which proves what you've been
saying, what we've all been saying,

that it's on a knife edge out there.
That's why the intervention teams

need to be embedded, don't it?
Need to be working alongside you.

Words, fucking words. Easy.
You made your choice,

you made it ages ago,
which side of the line you're on.

So you're just going to have to
fucking live wi' it.

Just...

Just let me know
if any of the lads go AWOL,

or if you hear of anybody being...

...targeted or anything.
Look, Ian...

...I want you to be part of
the work that we're doing here.

But the more you're the face
of laying down the law again...

You can't ride two horses
at once, Ian. He's right.

I'm sorry. You have to pick.

Sandy should be back shortly.

Ta.

Are you doing OK, Stephie?

I'm so, so sorry.

My cousin's looking after me.

Good. That's good.

I want to help Ryan with the books.

The books? They're stocking up
a new library in there, right?

In prison.

Oh! Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we got the funding for it.

They're taking in donations,
people's old books.

We want to help.

Yeah, like, collect old books
and shit, send them in.

OK.

Erm, OK. Well, I'll tell you what,

why don't we put a poster up
in the clubbie

and lay out a box for people
to come and drop some off?

Yeah.

Yeah? And then you could, like,
help us get them in...

...if...if you funded it?
Your council?

I mean, yeah, should be
pretty straightforward.

We'd just drive them round.
Cool.

And is everything OK
at home, Stephie?

Sandy was asking after you.

Yeah. It's OK.

Good.

Well, I think I've got the date
somewhere for the collection,

so I will go and dig it out.

What's happened?

I need to get in there. They're
friends of mine. No, I need...

Look, you know me.
I'm a police officer!

Ian!

Sandy!

All right.

Always page 50, remember?

The fuck?

Being this age
and looking at the world