03x01 - Homecoming

[bunniefuu]

METAL CREAKS

JACK LAUGHS

- ANNA: Turn it up!
- OK.

MUSIC: "S.O.B"
by Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats

g*nshots

And all those years when it was just us,
I thought you were proper boring.

- Bingo.
- ♪ Son of a bitch ♪

♪ Give me a drink ♪

♪ One more night ♪

♪ This can't be me ♪

♪ Son of a bitch... ♪

JACK:
You were great in there.

- Was I?
- Yeah.

CAR HORN BEEPS

THEY SCREAM

You're the ultimate noisy neighbour.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

They're coming for all of us.

Who's coming for all of us?

Liverpool.

g*nsh*t

You want to go back?

- We have to, don't we?
- HE IMITATES g*nf*re

IMITATES g*nf*re

ANGELA (VO):
I have a son in the ground.

I have nothing left to lose.

♪ Can somebody please just... ♪

Need a hand?

♪ Or somebody give me a g*dd*mn drink ♪

♪ Son of a bitch ♪

g*nsh*t

♪ Give me a drink ♪

Good. Do it again.

♪ One more night ♪

g*nsh*t

♪ This can't be me ♪

So we're splitting up.

♪ Son of a bitch... ♪

Your real dad, he was a bit of a criminal.

ANGELA:
The people he and Jack worked with

they're coming after us.

ANNA:
Why?

Cos of something that we did, me and Jack.

What we saw, some of the stuff that we know

- it could hurt them...
- ANNA: Wait, just wait.

So where is he now?

He's dead.

g*nf*re

g*nshots

You gave me permission to k*ll him.

That was a long time ago.

The people who are coming,
they're like you, aren't they?

Yeah.

And you don't think
we can win this one, do you?

JACK:
I'll see you in the pub.

The usual seat.

Three pints on the bar.

ANGELA SNIFFLES

Liverpool?

See ya.

g*nsh*t

MAN CRIES OUT

JOHAN:
Run, Anna!

g*nf*re

g*nf*re

g*nshots

g*nshots
- g*nf*re

CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC

We k*ll everyone on the list.

Yep.

Except them two, cos they snuffed it.

- Is it that simple?
- Mm-hmm.

So these are people that tried to k*ll us?

JACK:
Yep.

- ANNA: Because of what you know?
- Yeah.

Where do we start?

ANGELA:
At the top.

You want a bun?

It's a scone.

IRISH PRONUNCIATION:
It's a "scone" actually.

Come on then.

MUSIC:
"Something Tells me" by Cilla Black

♪ Something tells me
something's gonna happen tonight ♪

♪ I read in the papers
that Gemini people will make it tonight ♪

SHIP HORN BLARES

♪ Stars will be shining,
my sign is aligning with love ♪

♪ So come on and make it ♪

♪ Let's take everything
that we've been dreaming of ♪

♪ Something tells me something's... ♪

MUFFLED GROANS

♪ The smile on my face is the smile
you'll wear in a moment or two ♪

♪ So get it together,
you see it's gonna be alright ♪

♪ Something tells me
something's gonna happen tonight ♪

♪ Oh, I woke up this morning ♪

♪ With sunshine through my window ♪

♪ Everything that's happened
so far has turned out right ♪

♪ And I got every reason
to feel it's getting better ♪

♪ It's getting better every minute... ♪

MAN:
Taxi, chief?

- JACK: Yeah.
- Oh, that's me.

See you later, see you.

This one, pal.

♪ ...something's gonna happen to you ♪

Nice day today.

Now just as we come out of the tunnel 'ere,
you'll see right...

VOICE ECHOES AND FADES

BABY CRIES

BABY'S CRIES ECHO

JACK GRUNTS

MAN SCREAMS

ANGELA GASPS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

MAN:
Echo!

C'mon, ladies and gentlemen,
come and get your Friday Echo!

Echo!

Mate, you look like a man
who needs some news.

Keep it down, mate.

Echo!

FAINT POP MUSIC PLAYS

Three pints of lager, please.

Cheers.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Thank you.

CROWD CHEERS

ELECTRO MUSIC DROWNS OUT
COMEDIAN SPEAKING OVER MICROPHONE

WOMEN CHEER

WOMAN:
Go on, girls! Come on!

WOMEN SHOUT

- Hey!
- WOMAN GRUNTS

WOMAN SHOUTS
- TABLES SCRAPE FLOOR

MUSIC: "The Power of Love"
by Frankie Goes to Hollywood

GLASS SMASHES
- WOMAN YELLS

♪ The power of love ♪

♪ A force from above ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul ♪

♪ Flame on burn desire ♪

♪ Love with tongues of fire ♪

♪ Purge the soul ♪

♪ Make love your goal ♪

MAN GRUNTS IN BACKGROUND

ANGELA:
Alright.

You took your f*cking time.

Any trouble?

PEOPLE SHOUT IN BACKGROUND

Not much.

She'll be here.

This place has gone down a bit
since I worked here.

Yeah, just a bit, yeah.

WOMAN:
Come on then!

Hey, listen up!

GLASS SMASHES

Free feckin' bar!

THEY CHEER

♪ The power of love ♪

♪ A force from above ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul ♪

MAN SHOUTS IN BACKGROUND

SIREN WAILS

DANCE MUSIC PULSES

ANGELA SIGHS

Where is she?

Here y'are.

WOMAN:
That's time at the bar!

I need to take your glasses.

MAN:
Thank you! Drink up now.

ANGELA:
We should go look for her.

Come on then.

DISTANT DANCE MUSIC PULSES
- This one?

MUSIC: "Stop" by the Spice Girls

WOMAN SINGS OUT OF TUNE:
♪ And we know that you could go ♪

♪ And find some other ♪

♪ Take or leave it
or just don't even bother ♪

♪ Caught in a craze, it's just a phase ♪

♪ Or will this be around forever ♪

♪ Don't you know it's going too fast ♪

♪ Racing so hard you know it won't last ♪

♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ Why can't you see ♪

♪ Slow it down, read the sign ♪

♪ So you know just where you're going ♪

♪ Stop right now ♪

♪ Thank you very much ♪

♪ I need somebody with a human touch ♪

♪ Hey you, always on the run ♪

♪ Gotta slow it down baby,
gotta have some fun ♪

Woo! Woo!

♪ Doo, doo, doo, doo! ♪

♪ Doo, doo, doo, always be together ♪

♪ Ba, dada da, ba, ba ba ba,
ba, ba, ba... ♪

MICROPHONE FEEDS BACK

DRAG QUEEN:
Let's hear it for her everybody, with a hey!

CROWD CHEER

DRAG QUEEN:
Oh!

MUSIC CONTINUES

You've got to get on the stage!

Look at you!

DISTANT MUSIC PLAYS

ANGELA GIGGLES

Can she not sing another one before we go?

- Nah, I think we're done, aren't we?
- Please!

- You're definitely done.
- One.

- One?
- Just one... One.

♪ I don't know what it is
that makes me love you so ♪

♪ I only know I never want to let you go ♪

♪ Cos you started something,
can't you see... ♪

SINGING ECHOES AND FADES

KEITH:
I'm thrilled he's late.

I'm not. I went through a lot of effort,
and it's his favourite.

KEITH CHUCKLES
Yeah, when he was about six.

He's , Cath.

Oh, will he ever move out?

Not likely.

Too much of a good thing here.

- All my fault?
- Yeah, of course.

CATHERINE CHUCKLES

Cheers.

Cheers, babe.

SOUL MUSIC PLAYS

Stressful day?

PHONE BUZZES

SHE SIGHS

Hello?

It's me.

Hang on.

Any news?

No.

Do you really think they'd come back?

Yeah.

I know Jack. This is unfinished business.

Are we ready for them?

Yeah.

ANGELA:
Alright, alright. Jesus...

TINNY MUSIC PLAYS

BELL RINGS

BELL RINGS

Y'alright?

Welcome to the Adelphi.

Can I take the name please?

Collin.

Got nothin' by that name for tonight,
I'm afraid.

Smith.

- Have you got a reservation?
- No. Sorry.

But we would like two rooms.
Adjoining if you have them, please.

We're fully booked for tonight, I'm afraid.

You're f*cking joking, right?

Block bookings.

Coach parties. Sorry.

How about one room with a rollaway bed?

I'll see what I can do.

You're on the rollaway.

What, me or her?

You!

Thank you.

- We've got a tonne of cash.
- I know.

Why are we staying here?

Because they own all the trendy hotels.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

Proper palace.

It's better than the trailer.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Your bed's here.

ANGELA:
We k*ll everyone on the list.

JACK:
Except them two, cos they snuffed it.

- ANNA: Is it that simple?
- JACK: Mm-hmm.

ANNA:
So these are people that tried to k*ll us?

JACK:
Yep.

- ANNA: Because of what you know?
- ANGELA: Yeah.

Where do we start?

The top.

JACK:
You want a bun?

MAN: If I could just have your attention
for a minute.

I'm Michael Ryan.

It's alright,
you don't have to stop drinking.

- I know some of yous can't.
- CROWD LAUGHS

MICHAEL:
Where we're now standing

was once the heart
of the thriving Port of Liverpool.

And these warehouses...

and these beautiful buildings
have stood empty and neglected

for over years.

But not anymore.

Because today, I'm here.

And I'm proud to announce
a £ million master plan

for the re-development
of the world's largest bonded building.

Take a look.

Because that will be transformed
into luxury loft-style apartments.

CROWD APPLAUDS

MICHAEL:
This is exactly the kind of development

the Liverpool docks
have been crying out for.

Modern living for a modern city.

A city that I am proud to call my home.

We're gonna have three floors of restaurants,
bars and nightclubs...

Maybe even a casino, Tony.

You never know your luck.

Shops, there's gonna be
a thousand underground parking spaces...

and all finished to the quality
you would expect

of Michael Ryan developments.

CROWD APPLAUDS

MICHAEL:
It's taken a little bit of vision

and a lot of graft.

PERSON CRIES

MICHAEL:
...we are building the future.

PERSON PANTS

MICHAEL:
Not by sweeping away the past

or knocking it down.

By bringing it into the present

raising a legacy
that we'll all be proud of...

Furthermore, the creation
of over a thousand jobs

in the building and retail sector.

CROWD APPLAUDS

Thank you. Thanks for listening.

MICHAEL (VO):
Jack. Look at me. Look at me, mate.

It's gotta be done.

WOMAN SCREAMS

MICHAEL (VO):
I need you to calm the f*ck down, man.

WOMAN SCREAMS

MICHAEL (VO):
Calm down, Jack.

I said look at me.

WOMAN SCREAMS

WOMAN'S VOICE ECHOES:
No!

MICHAEL (VO):
It's gotta be done.

ANGELA:
Where were ya?

JACK:
Got distracted, didn't I?

ANNA: Is this seriously
the best van you could get?

Smells like something d*ed in here.

JACK:
Yeah, well, you could try holding it in.

CHILDREN CHATTER

- Well, it's changed a bit.
- Yeah.

- JACK: Alright?
- GIRL GIGGLES

I like Liverpool.

Why did we move?

THUNDER RUMBLES

JACK:
Here it is.

Y'alright?

She in?

WOMAN:
Who is it?

Here, it's OK. It's OK.

HE CHUCKLES

What the f*ck?

Hello, Mary.

- I thought you were dead.
- Yeah, yeah, so did I.

What do you want?

- Little bit of the usual, if you've got it.
- Course you do.

- You'd better come in.
- Yeah.

INDISTINCT CHATTER
- SPORTS COMMENTATOR TALKS ON TV

, your dad approached me
with a stolen Picasso.

It was forged, actually.

Not by you, I hope.

And I was foolish enough
to take it off his hands

for an absurdly large sum of money.

What?

I'm just struggling to picture you
as an art thief.

I was a priest too once.

I had no idea he was wearing a wire

till he sent me a copy of the tape
as a Christmas gift.

Mother's Day.

Isn't that entrapment?

Yeah.

Well, I thought better of
letting it get to court.

Good cop, your dad, though.

Cares about the victims.

Perhaps a little too much.

You gonna tell me why you're 'ere?

There's a little bit of business
I need to take care of.

Hey! Mary, where's the scran at?

MARY:
Sausage rolls.

Anna, would you mind?

Sure.

MARY:
Mm.

Try this for size.

Shorter trigger for smaller hands.

- It's nice.
- Suits ya.

Thanks.

For Anna.

Lightweight, easy to use.

Good for a lack of muscle tone.

So how much?

- ANNA: Here you are.
- You're blocking the telly!

ANNA:
Alright! Budge up then.

COMMENTATOR ON TV:
To the right-hand...

THEY CHEER

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Come on then!

You're not from round 'ere, are ya?

- I am actually.
- Yous don't sound like it.

Been away.

THEY GROAN

TV COMMENTATOR CONTINUES

MARY:
It's pointless telling you to be careful.

JACK:
Tell me anyway.

- Be. Careful.
- Alright.

And if you need anything else, anything,
you know where to find me.

- Thanks.
- MARY SIGHS

OK.

Go on then.

MUSIC:
"Brass In Pocket" by Pretenders

♪ Got brass ♪

♪ In pocket ♪

♪ Got bottle ♪

♪ I'm gonna use it ♪

♪ Intention ♪

♪ I feel inventive ♪

♪ Gonna make you... ♪

Alright?

MAN:
Hello, sir. How can I help you?

Hiya.

♪ Got motion ♪

♪ Restrained emotion... ♪

JACK:
Here y'are.

- Thank you.
- Here y'are.

♪ Detroit leaning... ♪

JACK:
Here y'are.

♪ No reason ♪

AUTOMATED VOICE:
.

♪ So pleasing ♪

♪ Gonna make you, make you,
make you notice... ♪

ANNA BANGS DRUM

♪ Gonna use my arms ♪

♪ Gonna use my legs ♪

♪ Gonna use my style ♪

♪ Gonna use my sidestep ♪

♪ Gonna use my fingers ♪

♪ Gonna use my, my, my ♪

♪ Imagination ♪

♪ Cos I gonna make you see ♪

♪ There's nobody else here ♪

♪ No one like me ♪

- ♪ I'm special ♪
- ♪ Special ♪

- ♪ So special ♪
- ♪ Special ♪

♪ I gotta have some of your attention ♪

♪ Give it to me ♪

♪ Got rhythm... ♪

- What do you think?
- JACK: Next!

Oh well.

♪ Got new skank ♪

♪ It's so reet ♪

♪ I got something... ♪

- Oh, my God!
- JACK: Yeah!

♪ I'm winking at you ♪

♪ Gonna make you, make you, make you notice ♪

- ANGELA: Come on!
- ♪ Gonna use my arms ♪

ANGELA LAUGHS
- ♪ Gonna use my legs ♪

♪ Gonna use my style ♪

♪ Gonna use my sidestep ♪

Did my dad have any other relatives?

My real dad.

Like, other family that I don't know about.

Yeah, there's Michael.

Michael?

He's your uncle.

ANNA:
He's on the list, isn't he?

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Right at the top.

Got good genes then.

Come on, get a wiggle on.

- They've both got protection, right?
- Right.

How do we get anywhere near them?

We surprise them.

- Jack?
- Right.

MICHAEL:
Hang on.

Nice one.

PHONE BUZZES

- MICHAEL: It's happening.
- OK.

CAR CHIMES

PHONE RINGS

CATHERINE:
I'm on my way.

You alright, Bongee?

You're losing her.

I'm not.

Yeah, she is.

Listen, I've done in the pitch black,
with no lights on

and grand worth of dirty money
in the boot

a Cheshire motorway cop up my arse

and your dad crapping himself
in the passenger seat.

That's true.

I can tail a fecking car.

STEADY b*at ON DJEMBE DRUM

CAR CHIMES

BIRDS FLUTTER

SWING MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE

ANGELA:
OK.

- Jack.
- LIFT DINGS

What the f*ck is that?

ANNA:
Mum...

- Wait, Mum.
- Jesus Christ...

LIFT DINGS

Dad?

f*ck. f*ck, f*ck.

sh*t...

LIFT DINGS

g*nsh*t

g*nshots

OK, third floor.

g*nshots

- f*ck.
- JACK: Y'alright?

ANNA:
Yeah.

What did I tell you
about coming round corners?

That is gonna sting.

g*nshots

LIFT DINGS

DISTANT g*nshots

g*nsh*t

g*nshots

g*nshots

g*nsh*t

- Jack?
- JACK: Yeah?

We all good?

- ANNA: Jack!
- g*nshots

g*nshots

ANNA:
Dad.

Bongee, don't be a sh*t. I'll sh**t 'em!

g*nshots

SWING MUSIC PLAYS

SHOCKED GASPS

ANGELA GROANS

JACK GRUNTS

ANNA GROANS

- JACK: Alright?
- ANGELA: Yeah...

- ANNA: Yeah.
- JACK: Nothing to see here!

So f*ck it, they knew we were coming.

Oh, yeah.

So what do we do now?

A lot better next time. Come on.

SEABIRDS CRY

- Ma'am.
- CATHERINE: Morning.

- This way, ma'am.
- Ma'am.

Morning.

REPORTERS CLAMOUR
- CAMERAS CLICK

CATHERINE:
I am delighted to announce

that the funding is in place
for the first year

of what I hope will be
a three-year initiative to tackle hate crime.

Whatever we do, we mustn't hide.

We mustn't be afraid to come forward
and talk about hate crime.

If my tenure as Chief Constable
is to mean anything

I would want people to feel encouraged
and empowered

if they think they might be victim
of a hate crime, to come forward

and approach the police
in the full confidence

that they will receive the emotional support,
the practical assistance

and the information that they need
to protect their rights

their families and their lives.

Thank you.

- Yes.
- REPORTER: Yeah.

Can you say anything about reports
of g*nf*re in the city centre yesterday?

- Y...
- JACK: I can.

REPORTERS MUTTER
- WOMAN: Who's that?

JACK:
Alright?

I've got one for you.

Does...

trying to m*rder me,
my wife and my daughter

constitute a hate crime?

CROWD MUTTERS

Cos if it does,
I think I need to talk to somebody.

You know, get it off my chest.

Maybe, if there's like...

a helpline or something?

Cos I think I do need
a bit of "emotional support".

Maybe a little bit of
"practical assistance".

I'm coming for you.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

This is DI Lunt.

Rhymes with...

You're here of your own volition

because you've accused
Chief Constable McKenzie of, um...

Attempted m*rder of me and my family twice.

- Would you like to make a statement, Mr Worth?
- Detective.

I should remind you
that a false statement constitutes perjury.

Arrest me then.

We can't arrest you for slander.

You don't want to arrest me, do ya?
Cos if you arrest me

there'd be an enquiry,
and then you'd be f*cked, Cathy.

Slander carries
a serious risk of civil proceedings.

I've got evidence.

CATHERINE:
This is a statement of retraction.

I trusted you. I thought you was good.

I would suggest that you sign
and then we can all go home.

How much they paying ya?

Or was it just, uh, you know, a promotion?

According to official records,
you have a problem with dr*gs and alcohol.

My recommendation is that
this discussion is terminated

until Mr Worth's blood alcohol level
has dropped sufficiently

to make him fit to file a police report.

Otherwise, I'll consider this
a waste of police time.

It wasn't just this one.
It was a whole bunch of 'em.

There was port police and...

customs.

I made a list.

DI Lunt, could you give us a moment,
please?

Yes, of course.

Watch your back, Rhymes With.

You don't get to see this

because you don't get to know who's next.

- You have no power over me.
- Oh, yeah I do.

- No, you don't.
- Oh, yes I do.

No. Those days are gone.

Right now, you have more redactions
in your file than a diplomatic cable.

You're an alcoholic, you're a drug addict

and, by today's standards,
completely unemployable.

You wouldn't make it past
the first-round evaluation.

You're a shameful embarrassment to the Force

a dirty little secret
from our pre-historic past

a living relic of everything
that was unacceptable

about the way undercover policing
was conducted.

That's all true.

And if you make any further threats
or allegations against me...

I will discredit them
as the addled ramblings

of a corrupt ex-UC with PTSD
and serious addiction issues.

And once I've filed every single civil charge
against you that I can...

I'll sit back and watch you expire

like the last of your sordid
and oppressive species.

Ah, f*ck off.

I know where the bodies are buried.

You come near my family again,
I'll put you in a f*cking hole.

Can I have some f*cking tea!

DOOR SLAMS

Thank you.

I'm coming for you.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

REPORTER ON TV:
Well, Greater Merseyside Police have...

He's got some sort of list.

REPORTER:
We will bring you more on...

Has he now?

I'm not sure how many of us were on it.

There might have been about ten names.

He says he knows
where the bodies are buried.

He's blagging.

What if he isn't?

I go down, he goes down.

Principal or accessory.

He's just f*cking with us.

I'll look into it.

In the meantime, we take a step back.

No, no, no.

No, I can't fuckin do this.

Danny.

HE MUMBLES

Danny, look at me, mate.

Gotta be done.

HE PANTS

You need to calm down.

SEABIRDS CRY

BABY BABBLES

LIFT BEEPS

DANNY:
Angela!

- Angela!
- SHE GASPS

Come 'ere!

Go away, Danny!

Danny, no!

SHE SCREAMS

No!

Danny...

Danny... Danny, no...

You're going nowhere.

How could you f*ckin' do this to me?

SHE MUMBLES AND SOBS

To my family, to my f*ckin' brother?

- You're the mother of my child!
- Danny, please.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Please don't, please.

BABY CRIES

SHE SOBS

DANNY GRUNTS

DANNY SCREAMS

MICHAEL:
sh*t!

Oh no! Oh, f*cking 'ell...

Oh no, no...

No! Danny!

It's alright! I've got ya, lad, I've got ya!

Oh, f*cking 'ell, no!

Yous k*lled my brother!

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll ya!

So you k*lled him.

Yeah. There was no other way.

When you left me in Canada,
a man came through the door of the hall.

He was gonna k*ll me, so I...

I sh*t him.

And I felt...

Fabulous?

Powerful?

Everyone on that list is ours now, right?

INDISTINCT CHATTER

ROOM FALLS SILENT

ENGINE STARTS

ROCK MUSIC:
♪ I've been feeling down ♪

♪ I need you now ♪

♪ I come around ♪

♪ But your mother wants me dead ♪

♪ Or at least out of your head ♪

♪ You've got that love I crave ♪

♪ That digs my grave ♪

♪ I smile and wave
at the faces I can't stand ♪

♪ While they're sinking in the sand ♪

♪ So ease my mind ♪

♪ Tell me there's no going back this time ♪

♪ If you're trying to survive ♪

♪ Nobody gets out alive ♪

♪ I've been feeling down ♪

♪ I need you now ♪

♪ I come around ♪

♪ But your daddy wants me dead ♪

♪ Or at least out of your bed ♪

♪ We can run away, leave today ♪

♪ Get away to a place that's safe and sound ♪

♪ Cos we're bigger than this town ♪

♪ So ease my mind ♪

♪ Tell me there's no going back this... ♪