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We're going to have to ask you to,
erm, record them

making a confession.

Wear a wire?

One of us?

You're a liar. There's a difference
between a secret and a lie.

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

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

Sherwood Forest ain't givin'
out interest rates.

Going to take this treasure,
going to make it grow, all right?

The last drink I had was with
Denis Bottomley.

We're still good on that, right?

Yeah.

She has Government documents

alleging that you went about
Nottinghamshire in the '80s

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

Just run this by Ian St Clair,
please.

We are basically the same,
you and me.

Sort of tethered together now.

I go down, you do down.

Well, I never.

That's seen better days.

Are you talking about me
or the gun?

You were always in my ear

to "get that bloody thing
out of this house".

What's changed?

The Bransons are
what's changed.

They know summat's up.

Don't trust us no more.

I'm not taking any chances.

God, I hate these things. Here.

Might not even fire.
Rusty as shit.

You talking about me
or the gun?

Oh, my God.

I need a couple of officers
on rotation

at the Royal Kings Hospital.

No, I-I understand we're pushed
for numbers.

There's been a suspected
attempted murder

on a politician,

so...so I need this treated
at the highest threat level.

We're pulling the CCTV
from reception

for anyone who came and went,
last 48 hours.

Right. Oh, good.

You don't think it's something,

just to say it, that she could
have...taken herself?

Drugs. Pills. You know,
addiction. We've both seen it.

No. No, I can't, er...
I can't see it.

No, I were working with her

on my new job, you know,
my other job, and, er...

Well, she's my friend, so...

Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Yeah.

Are you, er...all right, or...?

Yeah.

Just starting to wonder

what fucking good I'm doing
back here, though.

I mean, look what's happened.

Jesus.

Lisa was the one
most opposed to this new pit,

her and Sandy, and she'd been
getting threats

and someone had graffitied
on her door.

And you think someone
would kill her, for that?

They haven't killed her.
Maybe they didn't mean to.

Maybe, you know,
it were just a warning.

You think that, as opposed to

something to do
with Ryan Bottomley, drugs,

well, the Bransons, even?

Well, whatever...
All coming at the same time?

...there's going to be a media
circus descending on this place.

"Sheriff of Nottingham
poisoned" -

they'll love a story like that,
won't they? Myths and legends.

It'll be just like last time,

and all that "Shottingham"
crap, remember?

The comms team need
a clear strategy.

Well, you handled that, got
ahead of the, erm, whatsit...

..narrative then, turned
things around, so...

No, no. I can't do it, mate.

No, I've left the force.

Now, if I'm going to go
back to the community

after this is over,

and... You know,
I can't be the face of it.

All right? You've got this.

Who's your boyfriend?

Fuck off.

Police paying to protect you
now, yeah?

Ann's idea.

Yeah, I heard...

Look, about your Nicky...
I, er...

You know.

But is it true,
about your Kyre?

Doing that brother and sister
in on the coast?

Because if it is,

that's fucking cold, man.

And it's not going down too well
on the streets.

Yeah, well, someone done our
Kyre in return, didn't they?

So it's all just
a horrible fucking game.

Pass the bloody parcel,
in't it?

What's t'word out there?

Uh. "Tense" would be a word.

"Jittery" is a word.

People getting tooled up,
guns in, getting fucking ready.

Yeah, and I got all our lot
hunkered down at ours,

out of action.

Meanwhile, I'm hearing things.
Troubling things.

Different folk seeing
an opportunity to muscle in,

take advantage. I'm not happy.

Right. We done OK over t'years,

us and your lot, yeah?
Mm-hm.

Here and there,

helped each other out. Yeah.

I need a couple of things.
In this order.

Number one, find out
who's moving in on our patch,

put 'em down.

From here on in, we can
split it down t'middle, 50-50.

Huh?

Yeah.

"Huh?"

Number two, it would matter
ever so much to me

to find out which cunt killed
our Kyre.

I don't know fuck-all
about that.

Lastly and, to me,
this is a long-term project,

not a priority,
but if Ann ever asks,

I put this at one, not three -
the Sparrows.

What about the Sparrows?
Can you help?

What do you mean by "help"?

Nah, you've got to be
fucking joking me.

Why?

Cos I asked.

You know, it's like what
your Kyre did. Bottomleys.

Things have got to be done
in a certain way, haven't they?

And the Sparrows, right...

..never had a fucking problem
with 'em.

They've always shown me respect.

Fuck off! Bollocks!

They fucking grassed.

To these scum.

You don't think I don't wish

we lived in some age of honour
and the like?

Yeah, that'd be lovely, that.

I'd really like that.
I always have.

But we don't. We live here, now.

That's all dead. Everything,
it's all fucking dead.

Ta for coming out.

Give my regards to...

Oh, you know,
who-the-fuck-ever.

What you sayin'?
You all right? Yeah.

Nice one, bro. Cheers.

Lisa's hurt.

It's on the news.

Yeah, I saw. Mad.

We only saw her yesterday.

Mm. And she was fine
then, so...

I want to call Ryan.

We don't call Ryan.
All right, Steph?

Ryan calls us. It's just the way
it is.

He has a phone. I want to call.

What did I just fucking say?!

Shit.

Mornin'.

Nothing's come through.
You said these people of yours

would start sending money through.

Well, I just checked...
I know.

Yeah, I know.
It takes time, don't it? Um...

I've not heard either.

You must, er...

..must think I'm a right clown, eh?

Listen, honest, mate,
you can trust 'em.

How am I going to get away
with it

if the money don't come in? Hmm?

Can't exactly... Can't exactly
be hiding anywhere in here,

can I?

I want to speak to 'em mesen.

All right. Yeah, I'll set that up.

All right.

Dad, the sheriff...
Yeah, I know.

Fuck!

We should tell the police
we met with her.

Let's just see how this pans out.

They're going to find out anyway.

What happened to the file
she's got about me?

You should have told me.
Do I know everything

about everything you've ever done?

And that's not an invitation
to tell me -

I don't want to know.

You worked undercover
for the Government?

Yeah, a million years ago.

Think of it as National Service.

It affects me.

The ground I stand on,
come from, I don't know...

The things I'm building with you,

that we're building together,
if that's all based on some...

Oh, enough! Come on!

We had a helping hand
now and again,

you know, some friendly...

..access, first-in-the-queue
sort of thing.

You know, I got used to the
other lies

that came out of the woodwork
time and time again,

the half-brothers and -sisters
from various women turning up,

demanding answers, help.

Me taking that on
alone sometimes,

embarrassed, not even telling you.

The hand-outs, the pay-outs,

the slicing off another piece
of my pie in the company,

of my own inheritance.

But what am I inheriting?

What do I really know
about any of this?

That you're my son.

My eldest.

My...heir.

Am I?

..that there is no danger
to the public at large.

This seems to be an
isolated incident

involving, yes, a prominent
figure locally,

but Mrs Waters is in a
stable condition

and receiving the best care.

DCS Summers, though,
will brief you on the details

of the investigation
as it stands.

Er, good morning. Er...

Erm...

If you could all just excuse me
for one moment, please.

Harry, hey, come on,
it's your first time.

It's big stuff, this.

All right? You all right?

Yeah. Yeah. Good. Come on.

I'm not.

What?

I'm not OK. Sorry.

Y'know, all this has, erm...
got in my head, and, er...

Course. Course it has.

What is going on?!

It's just, er, we're just going
through everything, you know,

just getting the messaging right.

The right message is
for the SIO not to walk

out of the bloody briefing!
Ma'am, just give us

a minute, will you? You know,
they're not going anywhere.

Harry? Jen...

..please.

Hey.

I wake with these, like,

er, terrors...

..like, er, screaming

in the night. You ever heard
of that?

Yeah.

And, erm... Harry, look,

you lost someone close to you,
so remember that.

I messed up.

I went to the Bottomley safe house
the night before they were killed.

I drank there...

..passed out, slept overnight.
I, er...

I keep thinking, did I lead
the Bransons to them?

I mean, how did they find the house?

How?

But I'm going to be OK, Ian,
I am.

I know.

But this...

..it's too important to get wrong.

Please, Ian.

There is currently no evidence

to connect what happened
to Lisa Waters

with the ongoing investigation
into gang-related killings...

..except, erm...

..well, except to say that
nothing happens in a vacuum.

There is such a thing
as a mood or a culture

that is hard to see...

..hard to define...

..but it can grip a place.

I saw it, the last time

many of you graced us
with your presence.

The Ashfield murders
a few years back.

And there was, at that time,

a clamour to find the "why"
of it all,

you know, a connection,
when there wasn't any.

All there was was a story.

And that took root
and gained traction

and was shared online endlessly

and was reported by many of you.

And that caused...

..panic and mistrust.
And that's what I'm trying...

Well, that's what we're trying
to avoid today.

But with those Ashfield killings,

you had to bring outside help in,
you had to bring in the Met.

People are, you know,
understandably

invoking comparisons with the past -

outbreaks of violence and murder,
the Shottingham days.

So...isn't that
the real question?

What's your question?
Go on, ask it.

Have you lost control?

No, we are in control.
The situation is under control.

Thank you.

We're not going back.

We're not going back to that.

There's a lot of hard work and
sacrifice made by many people -

yeah, the police, of course,

but also campaigners
and community leaders

and just normal people -
to turn this around

and say, "No. No more."

And it worked.

It stopped...

..because we had faith
in one another

and we worked together.

But that fear is back now.

I can see it and I can feel it,

and I would ask people
not to give in to it.

We need people to step forward now.

And this...whatever,
you know, culture

or code of not grassing,
we are way beyond that now.

And I know people have
lost faith in...in institutions

and leaders, and in the police
in particular. I know that

because I've lost faith
in them, an' all.

They're going to have to work
hard to get that faith back.

But, DCS St Clair, you're...
I'm not a DCS.

I'm no longer on this force.

I am talking to you as someone
who lives in this community.

And we have to all start
taking responsibility...

..to say no to this fear
that's dividing us

and making us lock our doors

and bury our heads
and say nothing.

Now, we were brave last time,
and we need to be brave again,

so I am appealing to anyone
who has information

to come forward.

Help us.

Ta.

Thank you.

What the hell? What? What did I say?

How is that going to instil
confidence...

What part of what I said
was untrue?

..if we're not united on
the message,

on the strategy, Ian?!

You know, he was right
in there, that guy.

And you, you didn't tell the truth.

About what?! We have lost control.

And, you know, if we don't admit
that, we will never get it back.

Right now, we are not
in control of this situation.

No. That was reckless and stupid

and, actually, fucking selfish.

Selfish? Yes.

Virtue signalling on a pulpit,

making this about you
and your shit,

when, actually, what people
needed was calm.

I am here on a voluntary basis.

Now, if you don't want
my experience or expertise,

then fine. But there's
one thing I won't do any more,

and that is bullshit people.

You'll watch
your tone, DCS St Clair.

Ian!

Christ, what's this now?

Corporate business travel,
to go along with the taxis.

This new pit, when it goes through,

the conveyor belt of suits
coming in and out,

we can get in on the action,

secure a private contract
with the developers.

Oh, aye? Energy magnates move
in your lowly circles now,

do they?

Got a meeting today,
as it goes.

How much did it set you back?
Cos they ripped you off,

whatever you paid.

You never stop having a go,
do you?

Suddenly flush with cash,
are you?

I've got a bit put aside.

Uh-huh. So what happened to

running everything by us,
as a family?

Yeah, what happened, Dad?

What happened to that?

You going off... I can't even
get me head round it, still.

Working with the fucking
fuzz, squealing.

Did anyone listen to me
about that?

No. And that worked out great,
didn't it?

So maybe people should listen to me.

Maybe... Maybe people
should trust me a bit more.

Maybe I do know what's best
for all of us.

Your mum don't want you
or Ronan going off anywhere.

Stay here. It's not safe
at the minute.

All right, thanks.

Hey. That CCTV footage
from the City Hall,

can you pull it up?

Harry?

Franklin Warner.
He's been pushing hard

for this new pit. Do you think that
could be him?

Erm...

Yeah, maybe.

But given Lisa's position,

I mean, that's not an
unusual meeting

for her to have, is it?
No, but...

I've got to go and see someone.

Are you taking that evidence? Yeah.

I'm going to make copies,
though. All right?

I mean, hey, you do you.

Thanks. I'll bring it back.

Shall we bring Warner in?
No, no, I wouldn't,

not yet. It's just, erm...

I need to get more information.

From a...source.

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

Oi! Trespassing!

Not a bad spot for your
solar panels, eh?

Er, yeah. Yeah.

I see what you mean.
Good sun coverage.

Quite the available land
you've got here.

Might be available,
depending on the terms.

You used to farm cattle here?

Previous lot did, way back when.

My family, we, er, diversified.

So I'm led to believe.

Well, the other farms
that have leased

who are renewable developers

each get about a grand
per acreage of rent.

I know. That's the bare minimum.

That's the maximum going rate
for a plot of land like this.

I don't have to hand over
diddly-squat.

My family's land to some
trust fund wanker

for minimum rent per year?

I want in on the PPA.

PPA? Wow!

Someone's been googling.

Yeah. That's the price you'll
sell the energy from here

to the utilities company,

which, if I'm not mistaken...

..is also you.

And your family would agree?

Your father?

Yeah. I'll get him to see the light.

Pardon the pun.

Yeah, summat else I want to talk
to you about,

at a later date.

Ooh! A card!

You must be important.

Hmm! Corporate travel.

Building up a fleet of minibuses.

I don't get you.

You want to be the big cheese
in the dodgy underworld

and you want to turn legit?
Which is it?

What do you know
about the underworld?

I know who the Sparrows are.

Why not both? How's that
any different from you?

Except you do it in a suit.

Bending the rules cos you know
you can get away with it,

using all your influence
and power.

That isn't me.

I refuse to let all that be me.

We're all born to fucking
people and places, aren't we?

And this'd be a smart use
of what you've been born to.

My father, he has this thing -

geography and destiny.

I think, "Make your own destiny."

We ain't tied to nothing.

Certainly not the luck
of the draw you're born with.

All this?

It's going to help me get out
of all the other stuff.

And then...

..world and oysters, then, eh?

Energy.

Rarrr!

Let there be light!

The fuck's that? School project?

Someone sent this to Lisa Waters
in an unmarked envelope.

Was it you?

No. Don't know the girl.
What is it?

What the hell do you want?

You know him.

Why won't you stop?

Stop tormenting me.

All this? No. Not here, Ian.

So where is everyone?

Mickey's out in the yard, Rory's off
in a field somewhere,

and Ronan's right upstairs.

Yeah, well, he already knows
about your past,

doesn't he? So...

Come on, Daphne.

Look...

Is this true? Huh?

Franklin Warner -
he were here back then,

like you, under a pseudonym,

working directly
for the Government?

Did he lead your team?
No, he didn't lead anything.

We had our own chain of command.

But he was around.

Yeah, we were the police. He was...

..something else. He had money,
got things done.

Some of the information
I...got on people,

he found some of that useful.

The militant miners and
the ones keen to break away.

And you've had no contact
with him since?

Not for decades. And the last
contact was not a happy one.

So you're telling me
this isn't you?

I mean, you're the only one
round here who knew who he was.

No.

Why would I? Why?

You know, there's three sets
of prints on this file.

Now, one's obviously Lisa's,

but the other two we can't identify.

We don't have them on the
system, so...

Well, you'll have my prints on file.

Actually, you're the one Sparrow
that we don't.

Not Daphne Sparrow.

Jane Jones, as a Met Police officer.

You'll have 'em, so fucking
check 'em.

I didn't send all this.

Why...why would I want
to open all this up?

All right. I'm sorry, I just...

I just... Do you think he could
be stupid enough to do this?

You know, to harm someone,
try and kill them

just to keep this hidden?

I mean, how well did you know him?

What was your relationship?

No. No, no. No, no.
Enough. No.

I've... I've got to talk
to someone else first.

You can't be the first
to know all this.

My family, they...
Look, I need to know.

I'm going to bring him in
for questioning, aren't I?

Do what you like.

You said it'd be over.

Last time you sat there,

you promised all of this'd stop.

Just go on. Just get out.

Here.

Last number called.

That's them. They'll,
like, whatever,

confirm your money's safe.

Used some to buy some new stock,

but the rest, they've started
to transfer over.

Yeah?

All right. I'll keep a watchout.

I'm sorry, the person
you've called is not available.

Please leave a message...

Fucking dickhead!

That's your second strike, mate.

Fucking 'ell! You fucking bastard!

Get 'ere, you fucking prick!
Come on, I'll have yer!

Get off me! Fucking get off me.
This in't fair!

In't fucking fair!

I'll fucking kill you, prick!

Fuck off! What you looking at?

What now?

Get charged. Another couple
of years on his sentence.

For now, they'll just transfer
him to another wing.

So, er,

you wanting to make this
an official arrangement, then?

Intel pays, you know.

We have it.

Lisa's toxicology report.

Go on.

Synthetic cannabinoids,
or spice.

Liquid spice.
You soak something in it,

inhale or smoke it.

And she took this herself,
the spice?

Or are we thinking it was slipped
into her drink, her food?

Her vape pen. Well, the
reusable cartridge.

The normal over-the-counter liquid

was replaced with the
cut-up substances

that caused Lisa to collapse.

And you think Franklin Warner
can get his hands

on this kind of stuff?
Street drugs?

Maybe he knows someone who could.

Or the son does.

Either way, we should bring
Warner in for questioning.

In the meantime,
we're pulling our intel

from our respective cases.
Every gang or group

who has access to
or specialises in K2.

We're pulling in
all of our undercovers,

informants, everyone.

If it's a gang that's
on our radar, we'll find them.

Soz...

..about earlier.

I know it's hard
not having him about.

Ryan.

I, er...

..miss my brother, an' all.

So...

He got banged up, too.

So I know.

Is he still there?

No.

Nope.

Look...

..Ryan's in charge. Right?

Well, he's not here,
so...I'm in charge.

So just...do as you're told.

OK?

All right.

Hiya. Hi.

Still not back at work?

No, I just, um, couldn't...

They're very good on that
at the station -

mental health days
and all that.

Mm. More like
mental health week.

Yeah, well...

Er... So, erm...

It didn't work with the police?
The Bransons are still...

They're saying my statement's
not enough.

I am not, apparently,
a paragon of fuckin' virtue.

Well, erm, it's good
you're here, cos I, erm...

When you're ready...

When I came round to your home,
I just...

..I got this real urge
to spend some more time

round there, where you and...

You know, with you,

if possible. It's just...

I don't think that's out of order,

given the way that we've been

thrown together. It's not
the normal mother-daugh...

This is not the normal way
to meet your family.

You started asking me a couple
of days ago about your...

..your dad.

And I think some...

..some stuff's going to come out,
so I thought I'd better...

Franklin Warner -
do you know who that is?

What?

No... Oh, that...?
What, the business family?

Him?!

How did that...?

It's a long story.

Do you mind?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, I do a bit.
Jamie would.

But, go.

This is my...

..previous life.

My previous everything.

Erm...

And this is why...

..I really struggled to keep you.

This living, breathing
reminder of...

I didn't... I...

In my head, knowing
where you'd come from...

..from him...

..Warner...

The very worst of all that.

All them.

I hope you don't
mind me bringing

some of my representatives with me.

One solicitor only, please.

Ah!

Is this political?

Er, what...what happened
to Mrs Waters?

I don't know. You tell me.

No, no, is THIS political?

Here. Now.

Mr Warner, we've been
given information

about your past associations,

you know, with the Government
and Secret Service.

Unofficial.

Very casual, ad hoc, you know.

And you're aware that Lisa Waters
was also privy to this information?

And you're aware that Lisa Waters
was also privy to this information?

Lisa Waters? No.

Sorry, no?

You had a meeting
with her yesterday.

We have CCTV of you waiting in the
lobby at City Hall.

You head up, come back
six minutes later.

It was an aborted meeting.

We tried to speak with her,
but she was busy

doing something else,
so we sat outside.

We waited a while,
and then we left.

Very rude, actually,
if you ask me.

So there was no conversation?

She didn't reveal to you
that she knew about your past?

No.

Right, because if she had,
I mean, that...

..could constitute, erm...

..motive.

Oh, my God! Behold the finest
minds of the public sector!

Oh, come on! What, you honestly
think that I would think

that I'd get away with this?

That it wouldn't come back
to me?

She's been getting
email threats

because of her stance
against your project.

Ah. Oh, dear, how awful for her.

But then, passions are high,
I get it.

The cigarette.

Roy...had her blood
on his fingers.

The fucking cigarette.

Daphne?

Find!

So what's this? You caught whoever
killed Kyre?

Or have you all been distracted
by a pretty blonde girl

having a stomach-ache?

Roy Branson, Ann Branson...

..I'm arresting you for the murders

of Denis Bottomley and
Pam Bottomley.

You do not have to say
anything, but it may

harm your def...

Lawyer.

Now. Of course.

Let me finish my bit first,
though, because

I've been waiting a very long
time to say it to you.

It may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something you later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say...
may be given in evidence.

Very, very nicely done.

Thank you.

All right, let's go. Come on.

It's this way.

Confident we'll make that one stick?

When it comes to the Bransons...

So...we can breathe, then.

All OK?

It was Rachel. She, erm...
She remembered the...

I went to see her today.

So that's, like, a thing,
is it?

You want that to be a thing? Her?

I've got something to tell you.

I'm not...

When I first came here...

..I wasn't me.

I had a different name...

..was a different person,
not who I am now.

Daphne...

..was a name that was given
to me by...

..my work...

..bosses...

..horrible people that did
horrible things and...

..maybe illegal.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

And I wasn't proud
of what I was doing, but...

..when I met you, Mickey...

...I wanted that to be my life.

You know, the person I was...

..when I was with you.

Because it wasn't an act
any more. It was real.

You know, even though
the name was...

Those feelings...

Fuck me, I've never known
anything more real.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry that I've kept this
from you.

I'm sorry.

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

When I first saw you,
I saw a girl who I knew -

I knew had a whole fucking universe
of a past...

..of problems that she was
trying to get away from.

I knew that, right?

Because I had that.

I wanted to be someone else,
be something.

Right?

That's all we're talking about,
in't it?

Well, no. I mean, this...this...

And you remember... Listen,

you remember when you told me
that you was expecting,

and I said to you, and I
meant it, that I'd step up.

Right? You remember?

And when that...beautiful girl
was born and...

And when that...beautiful girl
was born and...

..I could see your struggle...

..I never questioned
for a second

what you asked for,
what you wanted,

because I knew...
not the details,

but that you needed to be
free of something...

..so big.

So don't you tell me
that I don't know, right?

So don't you tell me
that I don't know, right?

Because I know who you are,
who I married.

I've always known.

OK?

But...

I'm...the...

..police.

I reckon we'll leave it there
for now.

And tomorrow we'll go back
to planning our trip.

There's more to unravel...

..like why it's taken so long
for you to...

But that's for the road.

The long road.

Right?

Stephie?

Coat's gone.

You what?

Coat. It's gone.

# Ding-dong,
the shits are dead! #

Mwah! Bloody hell!

I never thought this day'd come.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

This is good, though, innit?
Like, a good day.

What this is, is a day
of half a dozen bookings.

That wedding at Newstead Abbey.
Right? So come on, crack on.

And, Ronan, I still want you
nearby. Join your brother.

See you in a bit. Yeah.

Hey. Hiya.

Thanks for coming.

It's OK.

I, um... I heard about the arrest.

I was...kind of hoping
that would be it.

No, I'm afraid that,
well, in the fullness of time,

I think we're going to have to
get you to make a statement

yourself, you know, in addition
to, well, to...to Daphne.

Me? I thought you had enough,
with the cigarette.

Well, that's Roy bang to
rights. But Ann, you know,

we're going to have to get you
to say that you saw her,

that you were down at the coast

and that she was part
of a conspiracy to murder.

OK.

Thanks.

Oh, sorry.

Harry?

Ian. Sorry, I thought I should
let you know. Bad news.

Their smarmy lawyer and the CPS.

The Warners. No. The Bransons.

The charge will stick with Roy.

We have his DNA and the
Bottomleys' blood.

But he's saying he acted alone.

We have no evidence
Ann was there, Ian.

No, no, look, look,
I'm with Rachel now,

and she says she's willing to make a
statement, so we've got her.

I'm sorry, mate.
I did what I could.

She's...been released.

What? When? Where is she?

No idea. We've had to drop
the protection officers.

Yeah, all right. Look,
I'll get back to you.

Oh...

What now? Never ends, does it?
I'm on a pick-up.

Daphne, they've had to release
Ann Branson.

They haven't got enough evidence
to keep her.

Where is she?

We, er...

We don't know.

We need to go.

Mickey, Ann's been released.

We need to get out.
I'm on my way back, yeah?

Mickey?

I wasn't sure
it would actually work.

What are you thinking about?

I've always wanted to know what
goes through people's heads.

Just me.

No others.

Just me.

You...

..fucking...

Just me.

Meant to be t'worst, t'stomach.
I think I read that once.

Slow but, like...

..inevitable.

I only hope that wasn't
the case with our Nicky.

That is my dearest hope.

Mickey GROANS

Mickey?!

Oh, no. No...

Mickey?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no!

No!

Oh, no...

They're coming. You're all right.

They're coming. People are coming.