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[contemplative piano music playing]

[children shouting, laughing in distance]

[voice echoing] I need to tell you.

[distant shouting and laughter continue]

[man] That place.

Those people.

And you'll never be any good,
you'll never be anybody!

You fuckin' hear me?

Connolly, eat up and get
your shitty little arse to school.

Late as always. Had to drag him down.

Such an unlikeable child.

This the new boy, Alan?

[Alan] It is. Maitland.

All going for a few drinks on Thursday.
Bit of fun and games.

-Got a few others coming too.
-Should be a good one, Bill.

Maybe we can get some nice food in then.
Show 'em how it's done around here.

They do like a good drink
more than food, but sure, why not.

Connolly! School. Now.

[kids shouting, laughing in distance]

You two, get out.

Maitland.

This is Mr. Howard Thomas,

and this is Mr. Alan Prescott.

Extremely well respected in the home.

You'll treat these men
with the respect that they deserve.

People like Connolly,

who you've just seen,
he ain't capable of that.

He's a deadbeat.

He'll probably end up in prison.

They're humanity's scum,
and we don't want that for you.

We want greater things from you.

Whatever we ask, yeah, you do it.

Whatever that is.

You do it.

That's the way we all get along
around here.

Starling and that were giving
the new kid the welcome earlier.

Mugs.

Maitland's his name.
He's gonna be in my dorm.

Oh, shit! Fucking hell.

-Nice coats.
-Really nice coats.

Not as nice
as your skanky trousers, though.

-His shoes.
-His shit hair.

Fuck off.

-Give it then.
-Fuck off, I said.

St. Leonard's scum.

Liam, you okay?

That's our money, Jacko. Our food.

Well, what are we gonna do?

-[brick thuds]
-[bully] Fucking hell!

-Get off.
-Get off him!

[Liam] Come on then! Come on then!

Chips?

What about school?

Well, we ain't going
to fuckin' school now, are we?

Come on.

[Jacko panting]

Come on, Jacko!

Come on.

[voice echoing] Listen.

[contemplative guitar music playing]

Here he is! I heard you were
gracing us with your presence. Drink?

-Later on, yeah?
-Good to have you back, fella.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

Come on, Jacko. Calm.

Keep it calm.

Come on, Jacko.

Come on, Paul.

I was pulling it down… right in there.

-How you gonna fuck your neck up?
-I was looking up, weren't I?

-Jacko's back in the game, boys.
-All right, son.

-Get the poster from the girls?
-Yeah, bit much, soppy mares.

You can fucking move,
you know that's my spot.

Fucking hell.

-Take it easy now, mate.
-Course, mate.

Spill the beans then, court and that.

Fucking hell, Lee. First night back.
Leave it out.

-Have a good night, fellas.
-Come on, Lee.

Poor fucker's been through it.

Last thing he needs
is to rake over it all, again.

All right, don't get lively.
Just glad you're back, yeah?

We're both glad you're back.
Where you belong.

-You'll be dropping your pants any minute.
-Don't fucking think so.

You 18?

Take that off, will you?
Not fucking cold in there.

-Sorry, mate.
-Fuck off, go on.

-See that sort in the leather trousers?
-Who ain't, Jacko?

Are they sprayed on, or what?

-Bit of oink going on there, though.
-Yeah. [snorts] Her mate ain't great.

Lee, you fucking idiot, she's a copper
is what I'm saying. Mate of Jason's.

I knew that.
Was just fucking about, weren't I?

I.D. please, girls.

-Really? I.D.?
-We're in our thirties, mate.

Doing it by the books.
You should know all about that.

You should be flattered, really, girls.

That's an arresting outfit
you've got on, sweetheart.

-That's original.
-Fancy taking down my particulars?

I'd say there's nothing
in particular to take down.

-[bouncer] Mm!
-Apart from your corny jokes.

Hold up, he's been on TV before.
Known face, that one.

Crimewatch, was it?

-[bouncers jeering, laughing]
-She's worked you out already, Jacko.

Little bit small
to be a bouncer, aren't you?

[chuckles]

Cheeky bitch.

[Robin S. playing "Show Me Love"]

♪ You've got to show me love ♪

♪ Heartbreaks and promises ♪

♪ I've had more than my share ♪

♪ I'm tired of giving my love ♪

♪ And getting nowhere ♪

♪ Nowhere ♪

♪ What I need is somebody ♪

♪ Who really cares ♪

♪ I really need a lover ♪

♪ A lover that wants to be there ♪

♪ It's been so long since I touched ♪

♪ A wanting hand ♪

-Is he bothering you?
-No. It's fine.

He shouldn't be fucking touching you
if you don't want him to.

[women chatting, laughing]

-Oh, Jesus Christ.
-Shit.

-I'll take that drink now, fella.
-Yeah, course, Jacko.

Right, come on then.

-Some sorts in tonight, Jacko.
-Fucking too right.

Oh, good.
I like the burn, babes. Ahh!

Burns my throat.

[laughing]

Good to be back, Stevie boy.

Catch up with you later.

♪ Don't you promise me the world ♪

♪ All that I've already heard ♪

♪ This time around for me, baby ♪

♪ Actions speak louder than words ♪

[indistinct sports commentary on TV]

[Stevie] I'm off, Jacko.
How did your night go?

Yeah, it went well.

-Nice. Right. See you Thursday, yeah?
-That ain't true.

What do you mean?

I felt like a bit of a useless prick
tonight, I couldn't get stuck in.

Come on, mate, what do you expect?

You've just got off
a ten-year stretch for GBH.

Course you're gonna feel
a bit uneasy, mate.

Don't beat yourself up
about it, all right?

That a fucking joke?

I'm just saying it might
take a little while, yeah?

-Got your head screwed on, ain't you?
-See you Thursday, man.

[contemplative guitar music playing]

It is way past your bedtime.

Fuck's sake.

Nothing for you to see here. Just go home.
She does not want to go with you!

[woman screaming]

[Jacko] Oi!

Move away, don't you dare touch me again.

Fuck off, mate,
this ain't nothing to do with you.

It's that fucking little bouncer prick
from the club, look.

You ain't got a fucking clue
what's going on. Jog on.

-Fucking jogging nowhere, son.
-You're not on the fucking doors now.

So I can do what the fuck I want.
So, you fucking mug!

-They was coming on to us.
-They were. They're fucking piss-heads.

Mug!

All right, all right… John, mate.

-Fucking slappers!
-Fuck off!

-I'm not a slapper.
-No.

He's a psycho, man.

You shouldn't let her get in this state.

-What the hell's it got to do with you?
-No.

-Are you gonna be sick?
-No, I'm fine. I'm so fine. So fine.

-How much has she had?
-We're just having fun, for Christ's sake.

With those idiots?
That's dangerous fun, darling.

And grabbing someone by the neck and
threatening to beat them up, that's okay?

[friend laughs]

[Paul] You're pissed, sweetheart.

Have a proper think
about this tomorrow, yeah?

Come on, get here, I'll drop you home.

Oh. There you go.

-Come on.
-[both laughing]

There we are. You all right?

Hello, Mister Man.

All right.
There you go, mind your head.

All right? You in? Mind your feet.

Ooh! [laughs]

Thank you.

Belts on.

No "thank you" then?

You know what? I know men like you.

Antagonizers.

Intimidators.

Narcissists.

If I knew those words,
I might agree with you, darlin'.

It's not a bloody joke.

I can't afford to… No, my career can't
afford to get involved in this petty shit.

Street fights are so bloody classless.

I was the one fucking off home
tonight, darling,

and I stopped to help you with your shit.

Yours, not mine.

Yeah, exactly!
My concerns, my problems, my life.

You all right, Luce?

I should've just left you
and your wasted fat friend to it.

-She's not fat.
-Fucking chubby, though.

[chuckles]

He hit you, sweetheart.

If a fella's willing to raise his hand to
a woman, he'll go all out eventually.

Okay, okay. You're right about that.

Thank you.

You know him?

I know of them. Seen him around.
Always trying it on.

Well, I'm Jacko. Nice to meet you.

I saw you in the club tonight.

Looking at me. All night.

Shag a copper night tonight, was it?

Won't be the first time.

Ain't like that.

'Cause a copper and a bouncer
is a match made in heaven, isn't it?

I think you're a sort.

A sort? How can a girl
resist that description?

Oh, it's just here on the left.
Just… yes, that's it, thank you.

Thank you. I do mean that.

-So this ain't going nowhere then, no?
-I doubt it.

Can't see them reporting it,
they're cowards.

You'll be fine, Jacko.

I meant us.

You know Jim's caff on the high street?

Uh… Uh, yeah, I think so.

Meet me there tomorrow if you
really meant that thank you. 8:30.

All right, Luce?
Time to go home, come on. Okay?

There you go.

[door closes]

Okay?

[kids laughing in distance]

Paul. [voice echoing]

So, that's two large breakfasts,

extra mushrooms and extra bacon
on one, yeah?

-Extra sausage. Two please, love.
-Okay, darling.

-I'll bring it over.
-Thank you.

-Another cuppa?
-I'll let you know, sweetheart.

[girl] I want Anna to come round
one day, Mum.

Please, pretty please.

-She's really, really nice.
-Just leave it, Kimmie.

Fucking hell, she came.

-Hello, Jacko.
-Here, sit.

Tea?

Uh, coffee. Milk, no sugar.

Sweet enough, eh?

Coffee, milk, no sugar,
over here, please, sweetheart.

-I'm coming, darling.
-Thank you.

-This is your local, is it?
-Yeah, does a proper breakfast.

Got you a large one, hope you don't mind.

-Thank you. Oops.
-[server] No problem.

-God, I need this.
-Bit hungover, are we?

Could say that.

Shit. I just realized
I don't know your name.

-Anthea.
-Hello, Anthea.

Um…

So, uh, Jacko.

I just wanted to apologize for last night.

And to thank you for dropping us home.

Accepted, darling.

[Kimmie] Please, can you help me?
You never help me!

Please!

-Actually, is there any sugar?
-Yeah.

Can we get some sugar over here,
please, sweetheart?

-Breakfast is nearly ready, Jacko.
-Thank you.

-Please, Mummy!
-Stop it! I fucking told you to stop it.

-This place is authentic.
-Yeah, proper grub too, you'll see.

[Kimmie continues indistinctly]

[server] There you go.

Smashing. Can we get some
brown sauce with that, please?

-[server] Yes, darling.
-Thank you.

[Kimmie continues talking]

Look, sorry, Jacko, um…

I fucking told you to stop that!

-Oi! Take it easy, yeah?
-[mother] What's it got to do with you?

-Don't slap the kid.
-I'm sorry. She yours?

Fuckin' some people.
Don't know what that shit does.

Yeah, look, sorry, Jacko.
I'm gonna have to go.

I can't eat this, I'm too hungover,
and I've got to get to work.

-At least finish your coffee.
-No. Thanks again for last night.

Uh, this is all I've got, sorry.
I'll see you around, yeah?

Anthea.

And you'll never be any good,
you'll never be anybody!

You fuckin' hear me?

[gulls crying]

-Hello, boys. How are you today?
-Bag of chips, mate.

-Salt? Vinegar?
-Yeah.

"Please" is the word.
Let's see your money then.

Here.

-You're short, boys.
-What? No, we ain't!

I'm joking with you.
I was talking about your height.

Mug.

Oi! Do you want these chips or not?

Sorry, mate. He didn't mean it.
We're just hungry, ain't we, Liam?

It's your friend
you wanna have a word with, lad.

-Mug!
-Oi!

Here, pass us the loaf.

Here.

-I wish we could have this every day.
-Same here.

-Starling wouldn't let it, would he?
-Wanker.

When we make it pro, we could
have this every day, though, eh, Liam?

Boxers don't eat chips, you mug.
They eat steak.

Every meal. Every day. Just steak, Jacko.

I'm gonna wear red and white shorts
when I make it.

Proper smart.

It'll make Alan and Cathy proud, eh?

We could pay for 'em
to sit right at the front,

watch us become champs.

I'll be the middle-weight champ
and you'll be the skinny-runt champ.

Don't think I'll grow much more, you know.

Jacko, it's okay, 'cause we think big.

We'll make it big
and we'll get lots of money.

-We'll get the fuck outta here.
-We'll buy a place and live together.

-And we'll get all the girls.
-All the girls.

Paul.

[knocking]

-Mr. Connolly?
-Yeah, who's asking?

I'm DCI Mayer and this is DI Clements.
Do you have five minutes?

What for?

We need to talk to you about your time
in St. Leonard's Children's Home.

I've had my fill
of you lot lately, to be honest.

So we've heard, Mr. Connolly.

We have called by a few times,
but unfortunately you've been out.

We've got some information
that's going to come as a shock to you,

so it may be beneficial
if you take a seat.

What's this about, love?

Take a seat please, Mr. Connolly.

Okay.

You got me worried now, you two have.

We need to talk to you about
a very sensitive subject matter.

It's regarding your old children's home,
St. Leonard's.

You said, what about it?

It's been part of
a large-scale investigation.

With regards to the alleged child abuse
that happened there.

The investigations, whilst still ongoing,

have uncovered some, quite frankly,
extremely disturbing facts.

We're here to inform you that six of your
eight housemates from St. Leonard's

are now unfortunately deceased.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm
talking about children in your dormitory.

Children that you grew up with
at St. Leonard's.

Yeah, I do, but six?

How?

Regrettably, over the years,
the six individuals took their own lives.

They committed suicide, Mr. Connolly.

We know this isn't
an easy conversation, Mr. Connolly,

but we need to inform you
of all the facts.

I'm afraid I have to tell you that another
child in your care home, Liam Carroll,

has also recently taken his own life.

Liam?

We were like brothers, he would…

[Mayer] I'm so sorry, Paul.

[Clements] As far as
the investigation proving fruitful

in terms of securing custodial sentences,

the investigation didn't yield
the results we thought it might.

Two of the three main alleged perpetrators

received far more lenient sentences
than we were hoping for, or expected,

and that was totally
out of our control, Mr. Connolly.

Do you understand?

We're telling you, because soon
it's going to be on national television

and in all forms of the media. Yeah?

We need to make you aware
of the facts of the case…

[voice muffled] …and
the up-and-coming media exposure,

but most of all we need to protect you…

[hypnotic tone droning]

Do you understand
what we're saying, Mr. Connolly?

Mr. Connolly?

[sniffling]

[cigarette sizzling]

[kids shouting, laughing in background]

Why do ya think they do that,
take the piss?

Dunno.

Do ya think Starling's right?
We're nothing? Scum?

-They're always saying it, ain't they?
-Don't know, Paul. Just leave it.

Okay.

-Well, I don't think we are.
-Just fucking leave it, Jacko. Come on.

It's all right, Jacko.
It's gonna be all right, mate.

-Hello, Jacko.
-How do ya find me?

I'm a policewoman, need I say more?

Sorry about the mess.
It ain't normally like this.

Thanks.

You not joining me then?

Look, can I put some music on
or something?

Lighten the mood, just… it's not
really going how I thought it might.

-Yeah, if you want.
-Yeah?

These are surprisingly well ordered.

Oh, my God, Jacko,
you are gonna have to dance with me.

-No.
-This is one of my favorite songs ever.

I can't believe you've got this.

Why? Someone like me
don't like good music?

[Anthea] Hmm…

[jazz band playing blues]

♪ How can you leave me ♪

♪ Darling, how can you go? ♪

You're gonna have to dance with me, Jacko.

Nah.

♪ When in your heart you know ♪

♪ That I worship the ground ♪

♪ You walk on ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Don't you walk on me ♪

♪ How can you hurt, hurt me ♪

♪ After all we've been through? ♪

♪ Please don't desert me, baby ♪

♪ I'm begging you ♪

♪ 'Cause I worship the ground ♪

♪ You walk on ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Don't you walk on me ♪

♪ You're the only thing ♪

♪ That makes my life ♪

♪ Makes my life worth living ♪

♪ Baby, baby ♪

♪ Baby, can't you see, can't you see ♪

♪ I need you with me? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ How can you hurt me ♪

♪ After all we've been through? ♪

♪ Please ♪

♪ Don't desert me, baby ♪

♪ I'm begging you ♪

♪ 'Cause I worship the ground ♪

♪ You walk on ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Don't you walk on me ♪

♪ 'Cause I worship the ground
You walk on ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Don't you walk on me ♪

Paul.

And you'll never be any good,
you'll never be anybody.

You fuckin' hear me?

[man] Nice, that's it. One, two. Jab.

Hook. Jab.

-Hello, boys, how are we?
-Hi, Cathy.

What's up, little 'un?

He's in a bit of a strop, ain't ya?

It's all right, Alan.
He'll cheer up now Cathy's here.

-Won't you, Paul?
-Liam, I didn't say that.

Jacko said he's gonna marry you, Cath.

Oh! Jacko, that's sweet.

[Alan] Look, can we just get on here?

We're meant to be learning discipline,

not talking about someone
marrying my missus.

Guard up, Jacko.

-You lads need a bit of food sorting?
-Cath!

-[Liam] Steak please, Cath.
-[Cathy] Cheeky git.

Not even I get that, fella.

Come here, Paul.

It ain't about size.

It's about power, technique, speed.

Most of all, most of all, belief.

Mental attitude, Jacko.

You've got to believe it
and you can do it.

'Cause you're Jack the Lad, ain't you?
Huh? Right, let's go.

Go on, Jacko.
Pretend it's your friend Starling.

Fuck off, Liam.

[Alan] Head down,
keep those hands up, boy.

Hold it! Stop! Fucking hell, boy.

-Calm it, Paul.
-[Paul groaning]

Calm it. Calm it.

[groaning]

[groaning fades]

-Wake up. Wake up.
-What?

You gotta go.

What's up?

You gotta leave, Anthea.

You kidding me?

You're actually serious?

Jacko!

I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?

You really are a piece of work,
aren't you?

[sighing] Oh, Christ.

Got what you wanted, did you?

Shagged a copper.

Fuck you, Jacko.

-[door slams]
-[gulls crying]

[newscast in background]

[host] But now, we move across live
to the Old Bailey for breaking news

on the St. Leonard's
historical child abuse investigation.

[reporter] Speaking after the hearing,
Detective Inspector David Melley

said Operation Mapperton had unveiled
a harrowing tale of systematic child abuse

at the St. Leonard's children's home
in the idyllic Essex countryside.

The lifting of reporting restrictions
at the Old Bailey

meant that the full scale of the abuse
could be, if not exposed,

then at least hinted at

and the conspiracy of silence
that had ruined many children's lives

over many years
could finally be drawn to a close.

It's reported that,
out of the 3,000 children

thought to have passed
through the home's doors

between 1965 and its closure in 1984,

that as many as 70 may have been
ritually abused at the home.

[phone ringing]

However, police believe that those figures
indicating the number of victims

are extremely likely to be inaccurate

and potentially do not represent
the full extent of the abuse.

[phone ringing]

-[Paul] It's Jacko, leave us a message.
-[phone beeps]

[man] Hello, Jacko? Jacko, you there, boy?

Come on, pick it up if you're there.

Yeah, it's been a while
since I've seen you, boy.

Been too long really.

Well, it'd be good to talk, boy,
catch up with things, eh?

We'll have a nice cuppa.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

-[line ringing]
-[clears throat]

[sniffles]

[Anthea] This is Anthea.
Please leave a message. Thanks.

-[clears throat]
-[phone beeps]

Anthea, it's Jacko.

Anthea, pick up,
it makes this easier to say.

Look, I was a total prick
the other night, and I'm sorry.

There's a lot going on at the moment,
and I'm trying hard to change things,

it's just not easy.

It's not… it's not fucking easy.

Um…

So, I need you to be patient,

and if you do like me
that sort of way, then…

uh…

I dunno, I just need to get out of London
for a day, so will you come?

Tomorrow or soon.

Uh… Yep, that's it, really. Okay. Bye.

[hypnotic tone droning]

Keith.

Thomas.

Robert.

Jason.

Terry.

Andrew.

[tone continues over muffled rumbling]

I need to tell you.

[contemplative guitar music playing]

Hello, beautiful.

Hi, Jacko.

Thank fuck you're here.

Long old drive
to be sat here on my tod all day.

Yeah, well, after the horrible way
you treated me the other night,

almost didn't come.

To be honest, a day out of London
is what attracted me.

A day away from all the crap.

So be warned,
this is your last chance, okay?

I'll make today count.
That's a Jacko promise. Even in this shit.

Yeah, we picked
a good day for it, didn't we?

-What should we do?
-I know a place. Ain't far.

♪ I'm not sure ♪

♪ If you realize ♪

♪ But I'm fond of you ♪

♪ But I'll keep it to myself ♪

♪ 'Cause I probably think of you ♪

♪ More than you'd want me to ♪

♪ But I'll bask in the light ♪

♪ That shines on me ♪

♪ When I think of you ♪

♪ You're my holiday ♪

♪ You're my perfect distraction ♪

♪ You're my holiday ♪

♪ Oh, ooh ♪

Fish and chips?

♪ You're my holiday ♪

Lovely. Thank you.

♪ You're my perfect distraction ♪

♪ You're my holiday ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I'm not sure ♪

♪ If you realize ♪

♪ That I'm quite fond of you ♪

♪ I'm quite fond of you ♪

Today's been good, right?

Yeah, it has.

You surprise me.

-I used to love these as a kid.
-I can tell.

What were you like as a kid?

A bit of a tearaway.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Go on, what did you get up to?

No.

That's a "don't go there, Anthea"
if ever I heard one.

I'm not used to that.

What?

The truth.

[somber music playing]

Listen.

All right, Jacko? Where you been?
Not seen you all day.

Saw Starling and that
go to the pub earlier.

Yeah, me too. Cunts.

[men laughing]

There they are. Wankers.

[men laughing, shouting]

If you could, would you kill Starling?

[scoffs] Not just him, all of 'em.
They all fucking deserve it.

-I'd want 'em to suffer, though.
-Yeah, same.

I'd strangle the bastards,
just to see their eyes fucking pop,

and I'd laugh, I'd laugh
right in their fucking faces.

-[boy] No!
-[man] Get over here, now!

-Stay here, yeah?
-[boys] No! Stop!

-[man] Stop running, boys!
-[boys shouting]

One, two, three…

-[man] Do as I say, boy! Listen!
-…four…

Let's go, Jacko.

Come on! Hurry up!

[boys shouting]

[man] You boys, get in here!

Fuck off! Fuck off, I'll stab you!
[roars] Fuck off!

Get in here.

-Get in here!
-No!

Get up!

Come on then, let's have a bit of fun.

[muffled commotion]

[boy 1] Please stop!

[boy 2] I don't want to!

[men laughing]

[lock clicks]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[Paul sniffles]

[knocking]

[sniffles]

[locks rattling]

Jacko. All right, boy?

Malkie.

It's good to see you.
Finally we made it happen, eh?

Can't understand what I'm doing
on your doorstep, though,

'cause you know I'm not the sort of geezer
who likes to get out and about.

-How you doin' anyway? You all right?
-I'm okay.

Is that right? You really don't look okay.
Can I get you anything? Help in any way?

I'm fine, thank you.

Well, that's good. That's very good.

It means you can be doing me a little
favor on Saturday night, don't it?

I got work later on, gotta be fresh
for Sunday too, Malk, I can't.

What? Well, good old Vince
has agreed to help me out

and he don't know me
half as well as you do, boy.

We don't have half the history.
Seems a little bit odd, that.

-I gotta be fresh.
-It's an all-nighter.

Won't get in the way of your plans,
or your Sunday work, or whatever it is.

It's in the middle of the two,
perfect fit really.

-Couldn't have planned it better.
-I'm done with all this shit.

I just got off a ten stretch,
for fuck's sake.

Well, yeah, but that was your fault,
wasn't it, boy?

Bit too heavy handed, weren't you?

You forgotten how far we go back, boy?
What we seen? What we done?

Eh? Oh, Jacko.

Vince tells me you're seeing a rather
lovely young lady now, is that right?

-Yeah.
-Uh-huh.

Then you will understand
that these fucking Africans

are getting a little bit too much.

They're taking the piss,
you know that, with my business.

Kicking in my doors, raping and beating
my girls and stealing my fucking money.

That's very much not on.

All girls need protecting, Jacko, so you
and Vince are gonna straighten 'em out.

I don't want them fuckers kicking my doors
in and hurting my girls no more.

Do you understand me?

Rape?

Yeah, and that's the best they've been
doing to some of 'em, Jacko.

Wouldn't want that happening
to your little lady, now, would we?

Are you beginning to understand me?

This ain't no tit-for-tat, Jacko,
this is moral through and through.

You know you don't treat
women like that, right?

I taught you well, didn't I?

Course.

Yeah, well, then you will understand
it's the right thing to do.

You've always had that about you, Jacko,
I'll give you that, yeah?

Besides, be a proper little earner
for you, won't it, eh? Eh?

Take that little tart
of yours out, can't you?

Any way you like, Jacko, I don't care how.

You just straighten these pricks out
once and for all, do you understand me?

Eh?

Every man's got his breaking point,
and I've just about reached mine.

Wait. I'll do it,
but I need some information.

I need to find some people.

Yeah, all right, Jacko.

You just answer your phone, all right?
And get inside, it's cold.

Fucking hell, Vince!

Need help with that, Jacko?

Shut it. You scared the fucking shit
outta me, you mug. You ready, or what?

Yeah. Let's get this done, yeah?

[door opens]

-Hello, darling.
-Marla.

[Marla] Been awful lately, lads.

Only last week,
Pelly's place got broken into.

Her place is a mess.
Most of her girls have moved on.

Got my girls bloody terrified here.
Worried we're next.

You don't know how grateful we all are.

I've made all the girls stay
in their rooms tonight, boys too.

-Girls, the boys are here.
-All right, girls.

No more problems after tonight.
That's a Jacko promise.

-Eggs and chips, is it?
-Cass, fry him an egg, will you?

Yes, and a cuppa, darling,
two sugars, please.

Vince, before you get too settled in,

I want you to come keep watch
of the street with me for a bit.

We've heard they're in the area
and we've got to be careful.

-Swap with Jacko when your food's ready.
-Sure.

Jacko! They're outside.
Vince spotted 'em.

Shut the fucking door.
Don't come out, lock it, yeah?

Let's fuck 'em up, Jacko.
Keep the food hot, girls.

Cunts!

Don't fuck with Malkie Brooks, got it?
Or any of his girls or property, right!

-[gunshot]
-What was that?

Fucking rapists, Jacko.

Rapist cunts! You happy with that?

[man groaning]

Fucking mug.

[man] No…

[Vince] Whoa!

[hypnotic tone droning]

[muffled voices]

[Vince] Stop!

Fuck 'em up, don't kill 'em. Okay?

Yeah.

Up the fucking stairs.

Get in that fucking room.

Fuck.

Fuck!

[Anthea] Jacko?

[groans]

[inhales sharply]

Oh, my God.
What the hell happened? Are you okay?

Go back to sleep, it's all under control.

-Jacko!
-[door closes]

Jason, Robbie, Jason, Terry,
Andrew, Keith, Jason, Robert…

Terry, Jason, Andrew…

Keith, Tommy… Fuck.

Liam, you okay?

Jason, Terry, Andrew…

[muttering names]

We become what we think we deserve.

We become what we think we deserve.

Fuck!

Keith, Thomas…

[muttering names]

Fuck off.

And you'll never be any good,
you'll never be anybody!

You fuckin' hear me?

I need to tell you.

We need to talk about tonight.

I'm a bouncer.
Kinda comes with the gig.

So it's just a fight?

So, what about the bad dream?

Why the screaming
and sweating in your sleep?

Give me something.

Anything…

and I will stay.

'Cause right now I don't know
whether to run or stay, Jacko.

You standing there like a little boy lost
is turning what we could be into shit.

Do you hear me, Jacko?

Yeah.

God.

What am I doing?

[man] Connolly!

Maitland here was a lot of trouble
the other night.

Did you know that, Connolly?

-No, sir.
-No.

He didn't do as he was told.

He needs to learn, yes?

Then get your tiny little prick out,

and piss on the worthless cunt.

You heard Mr. Thomas. Piss on him.

I said piss on him, Connolly.

No.

Who do you think you are?
You ain't nothing, boy.

Nobody loves you. You hear?

You'll end up in prison, you.

You're fucking dirty scum.

And that's all you are.

Fucking rubbish.

You…

You're fucking worthless.

-[groaning softly]
-[cigarette sizzling]

Nobody wants you.

We don't even fucking want you,
you little worthless cunt.

Talk to me.

Please.

I don't get it.

I'm trying to, but I don't get it.
I don't get you…

Shh. Hey. Hey.

Share it with me.

Whatever's fucking in here.

Share it with me, please.

It's not that easy. You won't understand.

Try me.

Hey, come here. Come here.

My name's Paul.

Not Jacko. It's Paul.

I grew up in a kids' home.

It was shit. Really shit.

And that's what the dreams are.

That's why I can be a prick.

That's why I am what I am. Nothing.

Paul.

You're not nothing.

[gulls calling]

And you'll never be any good,
you'll never be anybody!

You fuckin' hear me?

Connolly!

I've just had a very angry headmaster
on the phone to me, bending my ear.

And a Mr. Callway tells me how much school
you two little bastards have been missing.

You're coming with me.

Connolly, to Mr. Starling.
He's at the kitchens.

He'll deal with you. Now, boy!

[Starling] Yes, who's that?

-Paul Connolly, sir.
-Get in here!

Get in here!
How dare you disrespect this home?

You little bastard! Get over there.

[Paul screams]

You brought shame upon this home.

-[lands punch]
-[Paul groans]

Connolly, you worthless cunt.

[groaning, coughing]

Get up, you little bastard!

You do not mess with me.

And you do not bring shame
on this good home.

And you do not disrespect the school,
you piece of shit.

[Paul groaning]

Alan.

Alan!

-What's up, boy?
-It's Paul.

Yeah?

-He's in the changing rooms, Alan.
-Yeah? Well, come on, spit it out.

Took a beating again, ain't he? Bad one.

Ah, he'll be all right.
He's tough, that one.

Jacko loves a good scrap.

Here, you get ready.

[contemplative music playing]

You all right, Jacko?
Liam says there's been a bit of trouble.

Paul?

You all right?

-Come on, let's have a look at you.
-No.

Okay. All right.

Cath.

[whispering]
I've never seen him like this before.

Bit sore, Jacko?

Come on, stand up.
We need to check you out properly.

Come on, sweetie, I won't hurt you.
Promise.

You do look in a bit of a state, boy.

You're safe. It's okay.

Come on.

Come on.

[Paul groans]

-Come on.
-[sniffles]

All right…

Come here.

Come on, all right.

Come on.

All right.

Come on.

All right.

Let go.

Let go. Let go, sweetie. Come on.

[Paul] No.

Let go, sweetie. Step back, sweetie,
we need to get this top off.

-No.
-It's okay.

-Please.
-You're safe.

Come on.

All right.

There.

There.

Oh, Paul!

It's important you tell me who did this.

Tell Alan, sweetie, it's okay.

-Starling.
-[Alan] Say again, fella?

Bill Starling at the kids' home.

-[locker clangs]
-Alan!

Fucking bastards!

-Get out. Calm the hell down.
-We supposed to sit here and do fuck all?

-They need sorting, Cath.
-He's seen enough, Alan. No more.

All right. Okay.

It's all right.

Come on, let's sort you out.

Let's get you a cuppa, yeah?

[Paul] Thanks for the cuddle, Cathy.
Never really had one before.

Listen.

[reporter] …was jailed for 14 years.

The former house parent
was found guilty of 19 offenses

including rape, buggery
and indecent assault.

Starling's victims included ten girls
and one boy as young as five

over the 20-year period at St Leonard's.

The home's superintendent,
Alan Prescott, 62,

described as
"a pillar of his local community,"

received a two-year sentence
after admitting

indecently assaulting four boys
in his care between 1970 and 1980

while he was superintendent
of a Tower Hamlets children's home…

[hypnotic tone droning]

[reporter continues, voice muffled]

[hypnotic tone stops]

[contemplative music playing]

[peaceful music playing]

[Liam] Come on!

[crows cawing]

[man] Welcome, everyone.

So, as you can all see,
there's a list of potential suspects.

A fair few on there. Seven to be exact.

But they are all capable
of this kind of violence.

They've been there, done that.

We're treating this as attempted murder.

However, we have zero intelligence

and zero witnesses
surrounding it at present.

Obviously it doesn't help
that the victims refuse to speak,

due to potential reprisals.

So if we can't act quickly
with definitive descriptions

of the attackers from other intelligence,
then we're going to struggle with this,

and to be honest, that worries me.

What I can say is,
we need these scum off the streets,

and justice needs to be served.

[firing three shots]

[reporter] A third alleged pedophile,
Howard Thomas, also 62,

had the case against him dropped
after police lost vital video evidence

from alleged victims taken
during an earlier, aborted, investigation,

and the defense successfully argued

that without this
he could not be guaranteed a fair trial.

Mr. Thomas was acquitted of 12 charges.

-This is Anthea, please leave a message…
-Hello?

[phone beeps]

This is Anthea, please leave…

[exhaling sharply]

Anthea, why aren't you picking up?

Hello?

Have I done something?
Just call me back, please.

Keith,

Thomas, Robert, Jason, Terry, Andrew…

Keith,

Thomas,

Robert,

Jason, Terry, Andrew…

Liam.

[roars]

[contemplative guitar music playing]

[dialing]

[line ringing]

-Hello, who's this?
-Malkie, it's Jacko.

-Hello, boy, chasing your money?
-I need that information.

-Speak up a bit, Jacko.
-I need that information.

Oh, yeah, I got that.
If you help me, vice versa, Jacko.

Great job the other night, by the way.

What you want
these old bastards for anyway?

-You see the Africans?
-Yeah, of course, boy.

They're nothing compared
to these evil bastards.

These cunts raped, neglected,
tortured God knows how many kids.

I was the fucking lucky one.

I've got to end them!

Well, if you're happy spending
the rest of your life in prison, boy,

I'm happy to tell you
what you need to know.

Right, there's a boozer. You know it.

You'll never be anybody!

You fuckin' hear me?

Come on, Jacko!

Come on.

[laughing]

-Yes, mate.
-Pint, please.

[indistinct chatter]

And you'll never be any good,
you'll never be anybody!

You fuckin' hear me?

[patron] I didn't marry into it,
my sister did.

[laughs]

The first time
I've ever heard him say "please."

[indistinct chatter, laughter continue]

[groans]

I said get up. Are you stupid?

[distorted voice] You worthless cunt.

-Piece of shit.
-[groaning]

[muted rumbling]

[distorted voices]

[kids laughing]

[man] Nobody loves you.

[boys] Paul.

Don't do it.

[hypnotic tone droning]

[Liam] Don't do it.

[tone stops]

Paul.

[tone resumes]

[cello playing Bach's "Prelude in G"]

Fuck!

Fucking hell!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

[groaning]

[roaring]

[Paul] That place.

Those people.

And as each one of us is lost,

the truth slips away,

buried in time.

Because truths can't be told

if there's no voices left to tell 'em.

[peaceful guitar music playing]

♪ Take from me what you want ♪

♪ You already have ♪

♪ You took from me something ♪

♪ I never knew I had ♪

♪ And now I know ♪

♪ And I'll never get it back ♪

♪ I won't let my future be ♪

♪ Tainted by my past ♪

♪ If I can fill my life with love ♪

♪ Maybe I can make it last ♪

♪ You won't be the death of me ♪

♪ I'm stronger than you'll ever be ♪

♪ I've thought about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I've dreamt about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I won't let it get the best of me ♪

♪ I won't let it take
The best part of me ♪

♪ I've been scared about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I've cried about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I won't let it get the best of me ♪

♪ I won't let you take
The best part of me ♪

♪ Beat you home, barred the gate ♪

♪ And I just disappeared ♪

♪ But I'm stronger than you realize ♪

♪ And I don't back down to fear ♪

♪ I've toughened up ♪

♪ Because I've had enough ♪

♪ I've thought about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I've dreamt about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I won't let it get the best of me ♪

♪ No, I won't let you take ♪

♪ The best part of me ♪

♪ I've been scared about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ I've cried about it ♪

♪ Of course I have ♪

♪ But I won't let it
Get the best of me ♪

♪ No, I won't let you take
The best part of me ♪

♪ Take from me what you want ♪

♪ You already have ♪

♪ You'll never ♪

♪ Get the best of me ♪

[contemplative guitar music playing]