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The following programme contains strong language and adult humour

from the outset and throughout.

You must've known you were destined to end up here, right? Me?

I always knew this day would come. But I must admit,

I didn't think it would be on the scale of this.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Looking at you now, I take no pleasure

in seeing you this vulnerable. I really don't.

I want to be a friend to you. And you're going to need a friend like me.

But for me to be your friend,

I'm going to need something in return.

This is Detective Carl Slater of Hawley CID.

Interview with Erin Croft at 10.05 a.m. on 11th November.

♪Money # The best things in life are free

♪ But you can give them to the birds and bees... ♪

Y’alright? 'Yeah, we're doing good.'

'We're having a good time, aren’t we? Are you having a good time?'

Oh, I'm having such a laugh. Sugar and Carol are on form tonight.

'(CHUCKLES)' Is Tyler still up?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're outside the shack, having a bit of a fire, aren’t we?

Aw, go on, put him on the phone so I can say 'night to him.'Here.' 'Hiyah, Mum.''OK? Is Vin...?'

Is your dad looking after you alright?

Yeah, fine.

Alright, well, I just wanted to say 'night-night, I love you. Love you too.

Alright, darling, 'night-night. Love you.'Have a good time now.'

'Just enjoy yourself.' You don’t have to rush back. Planning a party or something?'No,

no, we're having an early night tonight, aren’t we? Just take your time, enjoy yourself.

Alright, then. 'Bye-bye. 'Bye, love.'

Where are we going, then? Glad you asked. It's a surprise.

My dad took me when I was little.

And his dad took him when he was little.

We are going - - Sheep rustling! - God, dude!

I was going to say that bit! Well, go on then.

Sheep rust... Sheep rustl... You've said it now...

It's bloody ruined. Sheep wrestling? Not wrestling sheep, rustling.

It’s like when you round up sheep, like what cowboys do,

but with sheep, not cows.

So we're not cowboys, then? No, cowboys are useless,

they're lame. We're sheepboys, -- brethren. - Woo-hoo! - Sheepboys!

I'm starving and I've had about 12 vodkas. Come on.

Hello? (MAN)'Good evening Miss Croft, this is Tuma

calling from your alarm company.' Who?'Tuma.'Wrong person, mate, I haven’t got an alarm.

Oh, hang on.

♪Your Good Thing

I had it all.

Fucking Stringfellow level of success.

Top of the world.

Then she came along. She swooped down,

with her nasty acrylic talons and she dug 'em in.♪

She dug 'em into this empire which I raised from the dirt

and she fucking tore the arse right out of my heart.

Oh dear. Oh, shock, he's here again.

- Ah, Miss Croft. - Yeah. What's he...what are doing here?

It’s my fucking club. - No, it’s not. - It seems,

although the emergency contact details have been updated with your number,

Mr Tom is still on the system too. Alright, so what’s the score?

As you can see, the safe...is no longer here.

Holy fucking shit!

Fuck! Shit! Shit!

Fuck! Fuck!

This is you, this, isn’t it? This is you! I’ve been in the pub all night.

Why would I steal the safe from me own club? Cos it’s not your club anymore

and you’re a spiteful, vindictive little shit! Perhaps we should call the police.

No. No police.

The interesting thing is that whoever came in,

had keys.

Weren't fucking me!

This guy is clearly the brains of the operation.

He’s wearing the quality tights, obviously a high denier,

anything below a 40 denier and you’re risking being recognised.

I’d say these are an 80, maybe 100.

However, his friend isn’t as clever, in fact I’d go as far as to say

he has a brain deficiency, because he’s chosen to wear fishnet stockings over his head.

Fucking hell.

Ronnie. On the telly?!

Ronnie? Your Ronnie?

I told you it weren’t me. Told you. It's your fucking Ronnie.

Do you know this person? That there is her brother.

♪Love

Oh dear.

Ronnie! Ronnie!

Erin.

I can see the curtains twitching, you stupid twat!

Get down here now and open the fucking door!

Here we are. Oh, fuck!

Ronnie? ♪

Get the fuck up! You shitbag.

You went ABOVE my dick. Right up. Don't do that, OK?

It wasn’t me. I was set up. What wasn’t you, Ronnie?

Ah... Good work, Columbo. Where’s the fucking safe?

Sorry , it’s just, erm... I was forced into it.

He said, you’ll do it otherwise I will hurt your sister.

I said no! I said, no, I don’t want to do that!

But he forced me... And I said, I just want to be good.

And do things that’s legal. - And all I said was... Oh! - Who?

Fuck! Who...are you talking about?

It’s Keithy, OK? Who?

Keithy McBride. The Special K. The Big Mac. McDaddy. Mac and cheese. No?

We were cellmates in Grantham for bar time.

The next thing you know, we started overtaking the joint.

Special K and the Ronnie C going live and loud.

And large. Just running every little gaff,

every little set-up, every little scam,

every little scheme. We were like, right let’s get out there. We became partners... I fucking tell you,

Erin, he is good at stuff. - I want that safe. - OK. Alright.

I get it. I'll get it for ya. I'm being serious. I promise I’ll get it for yer,

it’s just gonna have to be in the morning. For fuck's sake... It's just, time-wise,

getting over there - No. No. Not tomorrow. Now!

Where the fuck do we find him? He’s like a fucking master criminal.

He just...he just moves like that, like a ghoul.

Like a fucking spectre. And the next thing you know, he does a job

and like a fucking puff of smoke, mate, he is just gone.

And he is right into the fucking clouds or something.

Then it starts raining, you're like, is that fucking Keithy? Where the fuck do I find him,

- eh? - Alright, Erin, I’ll tell yer. I’ll tell yer.

Mr McBride? Mr Keith McBride?

It’s Hawley Police here, sir.

I’m afraid a vehicle has collided with yours

on Mayfield Street. We have an officer down there at the moment.

Yeah.

Keithy? Who’s asking?

Where’s the fucking cops? My name is Erin,

I’m Ronnie Croft’s sister. The safe that you stole belonged to me.

Eh? I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about. That wasn’t my fucking money!

Right? So... Right. ...what’s your problem, then?

The guy that money belongs to is called Terence McCann.

He’s my fucking problem.

Get it down!

If I tell him what’s gone on, he will be your fucking problem as well, alright?

And despite our Ronnie being a fucking half-wit,

I don’t want to see him get hurt, - alright? - Right.

Fuck your Ronnie, fuck Terence McCann

and fuck you too.

I'm getting it back. Right?

Yeah? Yeah.

You fucking prick! - Oh my God! - Get in the car!

Come here!

You’re smashing your own car up, you fucking lunatic.

Sugar, get in the fucking car.

Jesus Christ, he is a fucking loon, that one. And what the fuck is going on, like?

What are you doing mixed up with Terence McCann’s money?

I’m laundering it for him, alright? Through the club.

You can’t tell a soul, Carol, OK?

You’re off your fucking head getting involved with him. I didn’t have a choice, did I?

No-one can know, right?

How much did he get away with? 30 grand was McCann's,

then there was a stack of cash belonged to Vinnie’s from the cars. Oh, shit...

How’s Vinnie not going to find out about this, like? And what’s McCann gonna do

when he hears his 30 grand is missing? He’s not gonna find out.

Cos I’m getting it the fuck back.

Wait a minute.

We haven’t got time for this. It’s alright, I feel better now, actually.

OK. Let’s go get him.

Am I right? I’m fucking right.

Fucking right, let’s go get him. Come on!

Oh!

Oh, fuck!

♪No Regrets

Oh my God. - Oh, God. - Oh, Jesus!

Oh!

Erin! Shit!

Oh!

Please, please tell me I didn’t just -Yeah... you just ran over his fucking head.

Oh my God, - he’s right under your seat! - Oh, God!

He's proper stuck under there, like. - Is he alive? - Fuck knows.

You’ll have to pull forwards or backwards till we get him out. -- What?! - Let's phone an ambulance. - No,

we have no time for that, we just got to get him out of there fast. Oh shit, oh shit!

Erin. OK, I’m doing it. I’m doing it.

That’s it, that’s it, you’re doing - great. - Yes! I can see his head!

That’s it. We can see the head. We can see the head. That’s it. That’s it. That’s it.

Er, can I get an ambulance, please? There’s been an accident.

What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?

Apart from fucking knocking him down. He’s dead as a fucking doornail.

Give me that fucking phone. - Oh, Jesus. - This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

Are you sure he’s not asleep? Yeah. Just because he’s got no pulse, doesn’t mean he’s dead.

Sugar, I was a nurse. A nurse in a porno, Carol, for 20 minutes.

Not exactly qualified, are yer?! No, look, there's pulse, no breathing, no nothing.

Tyre tracks across the face. He’s fucking toast. Now, listen, I don't want to say too much,

but I might have been in a situation very similar to this one a while back in Rhyl.

- OK? - Jesus Christ. Let’s just phone the police and let’s just tell them

what happened. No. No. No. No. No police. No.

You’ve got a little boy to think of. That’s precisely who I am thinking - about, Carol. - We’ll just tell them

it was just an unfortunate, - freak accident. - Yes.

Freak accident? What? That he accidentally ran over his own fucking head, twice?

Girls! Think!

We’ve got to make this problem disappear, just like that thing in Rhyl that never happened.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I even doing?

I didn’t even want to come out tonight. My fucking life is ruined

in the space of five fucking minutes.

OK. Alright.

No-one knows we were ever here, yeah? And this prick spent the majority of his life

robbing people and disappearing. So no one’s gonna bat an eyelid if he disappears again.

What are you saying, Erin? Ah, right.

I think what she’s saying is, we take nobbo here

off for a farewell lap in his own car up into the moors,

bury him and we never speak of this again.

But we need to act now and everyone needs to be on board.

OK. No bother, c’mon. Let’s do it.

-- Come on. - Let's go. - OK. You get his hands.

Whaaayyyyy! Someone’s had a good night!

I mean, the smell! Piss and shit.

You've got to remember that sheep are like people.

A bit thick. If one of them does summat,

all the others do the same. So it’s like a game of tig?

- And the sheep like it? - Yeah. Oh, yeah, they fucking love it! Yeah!

Remember playing here when we were kids?

I miss it, man.

We've grown up now. Got busy.

Fuck. Is that Sam?

What are you doing?

Dude, she's incredible!

I tell you what, you are going to wreck that

and then you are going to fucking come moaning to me. Fuck.

I’m terrified, to be honest with you. Dude, she’s nice. She’s smart.

She’s funny. The only thing wrong with Sam

is that she’s got an unhealthy attraction to pikey-looking fuckers

like you.

Dude, you’re waiting for a bus that is just never going to turn up.

Whereas Sam likes you. And if you keep dragging your heels,

you’re going to fuck everything up. It’s not her that terrifies me,

it’s the relationship bit, y’know? I’ll tell yer,

she’s only gonna end up working out why no-one should ever be with me in a relationship.

She’ll end up fucking off like the rest of them. So you're gonna pre-empt that

by just never going out with her in the first place. Is that it?

Yes. Ach, I mean...

Do you know what, in fairness, sounds like a pretty sound approach to finding happiness, so fair play.

What are you two sheepboys doing? Just cotching.

Argh! Shit! Shit!

Oi! Shit! Shit!

Fucking language! What's going on? -- Shit! - What? - I fucking fell in shit!

It's what God does to dickheads. Come on. Get down that end of t'field, they've all gone. Come on.

I can't get it shut! It's his hand! It's poking out.

No, the fucker's too big. Carol, stop, stop, stop, stop.

He's not gonna fit, is he? Shit!

What the fuck are we gonna do, like?

This is creepy as fuck.

Not too slow, Erin. We don't want to be conspicuously slow.

All the windows are smashed in, Carol. I don't speed's the issue.

Whoa, watch out!

Round them up!

♪Let's All Chant

Get him off! Get him off!

He likes you, doesn't he? Why didn't you put a seatbelt on him?

What would I do that for? He's fucking dead.

That's perfect, Erin. There’s hundreds of cars down there.

They’ll never find him. Jesus, he is an awful fucking prick anyway.

He got put - Shut...up... Carol. I'm only trying to help.

Right, then.

Let’s do it.

- You get his legs. - Jesus, he is a big one. Fucking huge.

Come on, you big fucker!

We need to get him so it looks like - he’s been driving. - Shut up, Sugar! You're not fucking helping!

- I am just saying. - Shut the fuck up! - Shut the fuck up! - Yeah, you just stand there, Sugar, for fuck's sake.

♪What Is Love? So much for being discreet, Carol. For fuck's sake...

Get off, you! No, no, no, hang on,

what’s he caught on? Ah, it’s this stick.

- Woah. - Shit! Shit! Aw, fucking dog shit!

Fucking shit. Ah well, that’s him off so.

Oh...! - Wha'?! - You’ve got to be kidding me.

That’s meant to be a bottomless lake.

♪ #Song For Winners

We did it! We won!! Yay!

Dude, your pants stink of shite! Just throw them out the window! A few years left in them yet.

- Leave them. - What was the point in taking them off and then just leaving them in here?!

Where are we taking the sheep now? Where do you think we’re taking 'em? On holiday?

Blackpool?

Have you ever had a doner kebab? Hey, Jim -S’alright, let me -- handle this. - Gentle. - Right,

you know what an abattoir is? That's worse, you dickhead! What are you doing?

Well, where are we going, then?

I thought they just wanted to have a ride in the lorry. Like us.

They do. They do. They do.

They do. No. He's right. They do. Yeah, they do.

Every now and again we will drive up to the fields, y’know.

Game of tig. Bit of hide and seek. Take their minds of being sheep for a bit.

And they we just... After that we just...

And then what? Take them home and put them in bed.

So am I...! Just turn it round.

We could take them down Steep Lane, that’s like going down a rollercoaster.

We should take them down Steep Lane. That is the sickest of ideas!

Wait till you see it with the lights out.

Jesus Jim, put the lights back on!

Whaa-haaaay!

That was close.

Let’s move the fucker.

Sugar, slow it down. What do you mean? It's not me!

Jesus! Fucking hell. This is insane!

What are we gonna do, wheel him around till we get caught?!

It was your idea to put him in a wheelie bin.

Yes, I know, but what are we doing now with him? Why don’t we just fucking, like,

just cremate him there in the bin?

With that, yeah? I know, or just fucking, like, bury him like?

I mean no one ever goes in there, I bet yer.

In there, like. No-one ever goes in there.

Soft ground. Like Rhyl. Come on. I’ve just done my nails!

C’mon. We’re running out of options here, it’ll be light before we know it.

There’s the path, OK? Back it in. Back it in.

That’s it. Straight up. Straighten her up. Straight up.

Here’s a car. Just get him out. Get him out.

What are the fucking chances?!

Dirty fucker's doing a pish.

What? He's draining his spuds, like.

Jesus Christ...

♪Right Now For fuck sake, I can’t do it.

That's it. In here. Pull fast! Pull!

That's it. Fucking hell.

♪ - My fucking wedding ring! - What?

My wedding ring. I’m after losing it. It’s buried in there with him.

Oh, fuck. Ah, fuck!

Oh Jesus Christ. Come on.

Right.

Oh, fuck.

Fucking watch out. Fucking stupid place

to put a fucking sign anyway. Let’s just go home and pretend tonight never happened.

Get on with our lives.

Vin. Mm-hm?

I’ve got something I need to tell you.

What do you mean, 'dead?' What do you mean, 'dead?' Properly dead?

Yes. Shush!

Who’s dead? No-one. Never you mind.

You know, I am beginning to wish I hadn’t told you about any of this. Same.

But it doesn’t make any sense. I'm the dickhead. I'm the idiot,

you’re supposed to be the sensible one.

What about the gang’s money? Was that in the -

I am working on it. - It’s gone! - Shush!

Morning. - Morning. - Morning.

Morning.

It’s the morning time. So you told him, then?

-- Sugar, I'm sorry. - You two, - I lay awake all night, it was in my head - I can’t fucking believe this!

♪It's Raining

Thomas? -- Vincent? - Can I help you? - Yeah,

you can help me actually, Erin. By stopping leaving snide little notes for me

around my club. How about that? Well, you are not my priority right now. First of all,

it’s not your club, Tommo. And they are not snide little notes. They are chores for you to do

around the place. I know you like to think of yourself as some little emperor

lording it around, giving it the big 'un, but it doesn’t wash with me Tommo. Either do it

- or fuck off. - How's about this, then?

I’m not fucking doing it! I don’t give a shit either way, Tom.

Either you do it or you won’t. And if you won’t, I’ll fire you

and I’ll get someone else to do it. Either way,

someone is picking the chewing gum and the pubes out of them urinals, right?!

Fine. I’ll do it.

But not because you want me to, cos I want to do it.

Hah! Who’s won that one, then? Me.

You guys are not going to believe what happened to me last night.

My God, you gotta check this out. Fuck sake, what now?

'Hello and welcome to another episode of Fishing with JJ.'

'Tonight we’re on the hunt for perch and I am also going to be talking

about hair-rigging your worms.' Who cares about worms and fish? Let me spin it forward,

it’s worth it. I promise.

- What lake is that? - Demdike Quarry. Who cares what fucking lake it is?

Here you go. 'That’s right, you sexy little perch you. You know you want it. Stop teasing, come on.'

What’s wrong with yer? 'Don't be shy.'

Holy fuck!'Flipping hell! Did you guys see that?! A flipping car

just fell out the bastard sky, bruv!' Police are down there now. They have got fucking divers

and everything. But get this, yeah? There’s absolutely no trace of the driver.

Fuck sake... Ash? Yes, mate, did you watch it?

It’s gonna go fucking viral, innit?! I’m round at Sugar’s. Come over.

Have you heard?

The word is out all over town. Police are down at the quarry.

Keithy McBride is on the missing - persons list. - Oh fuck me, no. I feel sick.

I can’t believe we've been - that stupid? - Carol, you were the one saying it was a good idea!

This is a ladies-only conversation.

The fuck it is! Let me in. What you gonna do,

bury me in a shallow grave in the fucking woods, dickheads? Erin, I can’t believe you told him.

Listen to me. You gave me such a bollocking

for bringing Cardi home with his arse out and you’ve killed a man!

Erin, you were meant to keep that quiet, like that thing that happened in Rhyl.

What happened in Rhyl? Nothing.

- Exactly. - Right. Fuck me, this is getting serious.

Who else knows about it? - No-one. - No-one.

Good.I...had to offload it to someone. The burden was too strong.

Cardi? -- Aye. - What?! - Fucking hell.

Carol... Did anyone see you?

No. - No-one. No-one. - Thank fuck. Except...except for that hen party

that walked past. A group... of people.

And the police officer when we were wheeling him down the hill. What, a policeman saw you?!

He waved at us. He fucking waved at you?! - What, he saw you with the body?! - No,

no, the body was in a...a bin. Why was he in a fucking wheelie bin? It was easier to manoeuvre.

Of course. What did you do with his stuff? The things he had on him. His wallet. His phone.

His keys? Anything that might... Honest to fucking God...

There is a body now in a shallow grave

and he has got his fucking phone on him?! What if a fucking dog walker hears it

and answers the fucking thing? Oh, the fucking documentaries,

the murder documentaries are sick. They fucking track your phones

and that how they find...that’s how they find...criminals.

Sounds really bad when you say it - like that. - Really frigging bad. - Frightening. - I mean, honestly,

the police could be banging on that fucking door any second.

Can someone take me to school now? Absoshagginglutely...

Get down them stairs.

A fucking dead body. What the bloody hell is he talking to me about a dead body for?

Guys, what is going on?! - Hi. - Alright?

Oh! Here he is, Mr Worldwide internet star, Jehan Javani in the flesh.

Faces like slapped arses. Who died?

Right, you have a good day, yeah? - Yeah. - Give me a cuddle. - See you later. - Love you, Mum.

Love you.

Hello?'Hello, Erin. Wondered if we could have a chat.' Who is this?

Hang on a minute, this is a fucking...this is a murder!

All I’m saying is... All I am saying is...

If it were Erin’s fault then we should shop her in to the police.

She’s killed once - she’s got a taste for it now, - none of us are safe. - Fuck me.

Erin? Erin! Clip him, dickhead.

Erin, where are you, love?

I've been brought in - for questioning. - What?! What the fuck?!

Hang on a minute... Just say... No... No comment to everything.

Stay calm and promise me you’ll look after Tyler for me.

Stop it, this is fucking ridiculous!

What are they... What fucking questions are they asking you?

Something to do with the disappearance of someone

called Keith McBride. I don’t know, I don’t anything yet.

Listen to me, cos this is important. I need you to look after Tyler

for me if need be. Tell me you can do that, Vin?!

Erin... Sweetheart - Vin. Tell me. Of course I'll look after him,

I’m his fucking dad! Sweetheart, please!

I've gotta go. No! Erin! Fuck! Fuck!

What?

They can’t charge her without a body. Can they?

Right, we need to find this body fast.

Right. This is Corby Woods. Pull in.

Jesus wept... What is all this shit?

Carol said there was a sign or summat.

Was it that sign there maybe?

Come on. We don’t have much time.

Oh, nice. Yeah man. Chop some trees innit.

That looks about right. Oh, yeah, check me out, dude!

Be careful, Cardi. Oh yeah Cardi, look at my one?

Like a tomahawk, from a lovely native American boy,

maybe you want to... Maybe I could have a loan of - - No, you’re alright. - Just hold it

for a second and have a go on it - Ashley. Ashley, listen. We are going to go out in them woods

and spread out yeah? We are looking for a knobhead in a shallow grave.

Let’s go. Let’s do it.

Yeah, now... Where do we start?

I mean, look at the fucking size of it. Listen, don’t panic,

Cardi is on the phone to Carol now, should give us an idea where the fucker is lying.

Yeah, thanks. Alright. See you later, yeah. Love you. Love you too, bye.

OK. So she says it was pretty dark last night,

but she’s pretty certain

he’s over near... 'the big tree.'

Just to fuck me in the arse. - Shall I call her back? - No.

So the disappearance of Keithy McBride.

Kind of had this foisted upon us, what with that video of his motor in the quarry,

public interest and what-have-you. People love a mystery.

Me, I couldn’t give a rat’s piss about Keithy McBride.

But unfortunately, since foul play is suspected,

it’s kind of my responsibility.

So let me start at the beginning.

For the benefit of the tape, do you know Keithy McBride?

No.

For the benefit of the tape, I told you, I don’t know him.

Never heard of him until you asked me about him.

So I don't understand why I’m here.

OK.

So the next question would be,

why do you suppose that, according to Keithy McBride’s phone records,

the last person to call him was...you?

At 11.36 last night.

Katchi

No comment.

This is a lot harder than it looks and it’s heavy.

- OK. - How’s it going? On the job are yer?

Eh? Oh. Yeah.

You know how to use that thing? Yeah, yeah. Reckon I do, yeah.

Well, if you need a hand, you be sure to let me know.

Well, maybe I will.

You could do a lot more damage than his tiny chopper.

The fuck was all that? What?

Just a bit of banter. That wasn’t just banter.

Get back to work, skiver. No. You get back to work, you.

Go on, sod off. Cheeky.

What’s the fucking deal here? All lumberjacks gay or something?

- Am I invisible? - They’re not gay. Why do you think everyone’s gay?

You with that chainsaw.

That’s the only reason they’re paying you any attention. It’s like a gay bat signal.

- Pass it over. - Careful now. Swap it now. No. It’s mine.

- Swap it Cardi. - No, I want the - chainsaw. - Hand it over.

See this necklace?

On a scale of one to ten, how surprised do you reckon I’m gonna be

if we find your prints all over it?

11.42pm, a phone call is made to emergency services from your phone.

'Can we get an ambulance, please? There’s been an accident... What are you doing?!'

'What the fuck are you doing? Apart from us knocking him down. He’s dead as a fucking doornail.'

'Give me that fucking phone back.'

Pretty damning that. Do you know, Erin,

what cellphone triangulation is? It’s how we locate a mobile phone,

or a person’s whereabouts. These are Keithy McBride's

mobile phone's movements over the past 24 hours.

And these...are yours.

And, amazingly, you appear to have been

in exactly the same places as our missing Keithy

for much of last night. Until,

that is, you returned home

and he...he remained behind.

Right here.

In what appears to be these woods just outside of town.

There’s a SOCO team on the way to the woods right now.

Do you think they’re going to find Mr McBride there?

Give me Vinnie and I’ll see you walk.

Name Vinnie and you’ll go home to your kid tonight.

Has anyone seen anything? No, Vincent, we haven’t seen anything,

cos it’s a fucking wasting of time. Stop being so grumpy, Willow.

You're just coming down, you! I am not on a fucking come-down, Vincent.

Knobhead... I am not on a come-down, mate.

Shut up, you dickhead! Keep your fucking voice down.

Fuck! Fucking hell. Fuck me. Shit.

Get down. Fucking hell. Shush. Is that it, then, yeah? That’s gonna be the dead body, right?

If it isn’t, it’ll do till the right one gets here, won’t it, you fucking idiot?

What the fuck are you doing? I am trying to pull him out of the fucking ground.

We need a distraction or summat.

What the fuck is that? I think it's Cardi.

A convenient distraction.

♪Boys Wanna Be Her

Boys, it's the bossman.

Hey! Who are you lot with?

We're with the crew for the chopping down of the woods and shit innit sir.

You’ll have to cover him back up and we’ll get him later. We take him now. Get his ankles.

Your attention, please. All work

is to be suspended with immediate effect.

These woods have been designated - a crime scene. - Fucking leave him!

Cardi, stop doing that - grunty thing. - I didn’t say anything. You did, you said "eurgh"

and then you grunted. It wasn’t me.

What the fuck?!

How the fuck is he alive?! - He was. - Did you just fucking knock him out?

Well, he shouldn’t have sneaked up - on us like that. - He's been through enough.

Fucking knocked him out, poor cunt.

Keithy. Keithy, love? Did nobody check his pulse? Keithy?

Jesus! For fuck's sake! Ashley, that's twice!

Thank fuck he's alive. #Loaded

Alright, Carl? No. I’m pretty fucking not.

Keithy McBride was admitted to St Margaret’s A half an hour ago.

Alive?! Yeah. It would seem so.

Keithy McBride is alive?

A few witnesses reported seeing him drinking heavily last night.

Two women found him staggering along the road, disorientated, this morning.

Looks like he fell asleep - in some woods. - Is that right?

Wow.

-- Shit! - Oh, hi. - Yeah, nice to see you - too! - I didn’t mean like that,

I just...it’s nice to see you. ♪

So, you handing yourself in?

No, one of the boys... Just picking up one of the lads who got in trouble.

Where are you going? Off to work at the Crow. You know,

that place you’re avoiding in case you run into me.

For fuck's sake. I'm not avoiding... I’ve just been busy.

I’ve not told you because I worry about you...

-- OK. - Shut up. - That’s enough of that... Alright, then.

Get me the fuck out of here. -#2,3. - Scrape

Wait! I need to talk to Keithy McBride. Now.

Fucking hell... Yessss! Keithy! Stop saying "eurgh" and fucking help.

Quick. Move, you fuck.

Let’s fucking go! ♪

I really need to get hold of Keithy. No. just stay clear of the whole thing.

What if he talks, Vin? Don’t matter.

No-ones gonna believe him if he does. Fuck him.

I need to get to him, I need to get that money back. Listen to me, you.

If it’s the difference between him getting away with a load of money

and you taking a murder charge, I'd rather take the hit on the dough,

y’know? It’s only cash.

♪Sankofa

Is that our Ronnie?

Come on! Pull over!

Oi! Ronnie!

Ronnie! Ronnie, you bell end!

Ronnie, I want my fucking money back!

We can't hear you, you fucking idiot!

We can’t hear you Ronnie! Just give me the money!

I'm saying, I'm fucking wicked at everything!

We can’t hear what you're saying!

Wait!

I'm getting a fucking sore throat here! Fucking calling me. Right, go on.

Alright, Erin, it’s Ronnie here. I was saying,

every fucking time you underestimate me

and you, Vinnie, you skinny twat. I am an inspiration to many, Jar told me that, man.

♪CORDEIRO DE NANA

Now, let's just... That's really bad. We should leave.

We should.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

He’s not gonna give up, is he? What are you going to do?

I have got a job. - What is it? - Bees.

Fuck it. Run away. Run away. Where are my bees?

Get in...the fucking...cellar!

Ohh...! Scary bee man...

Is that human? Oh, fuck me. Drink the tramp piss. And let’s get the fuck out of here.

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