02x03 - Love Knows

[bunniefuu]

So it looks like this Dixon-Hamill
rivalry has now escalated

to a full-blown loyalist feud.

LEE: You heard somebody went
after Dixie this morning?

Petrol b*mb. So? Feels like
the start of something.

Something bad.

There is one person,
ma'am. He knows the ground.

He's no longer with
the section, though.

Then bring him back immediately.

I need you to come back in.

Nicola Robinson
will never allow it.

She already has.

AISLING: You look different.

I, er, started doing a
wee bit of kick boxing.

Kick boxing? All right, RoboCop.

TOMMY: Stop where
you are! Police!

Stop where you are!

Lee, they're right to be scared,

because it's real. What's real?

Men with g*ns.

We can change it. What?

You just have to trust me.

You're done, Dixie.
Dead man walking.

Any time, Davy. Bring it on.

Ah, you just keep on
slathering, Dixie.

You're all getting it.

JEN: I'm looking
into an incident

that happened
during the Troubles.

The Stuarts chip shop bombing.

Sorry. No. We need to
leave the past alone.

So, do you fancy it?

What? A drink after work.

Nowhere is safe for you now.

Nowhere.

Close your eyes. It's easier.

g*nshots

Morning. Morning.

You OK? Yeah, aye. Grand. Yeah.

What?

We are idiots.

Very sexy idiots.

Oh, f*ck...

Let's see. Ohhh...!

OK. Wow.

Yeah. Very nice!

BOTH LAUGH

Tequila. OK...

Love that one. Wow.

Well... Yeah. Great.

Yeah. One for the road.

CAMERA CLICKS No!
Would you get away?

Come on, it'll be funny. No.

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

DOOR OPENS DOWNSTAIRS Shhhh...

What? Shhhh!

What?

DOOR CLOSES

You can't let Grace see
you. FOOTSTEPS RETURN.

Huh?

Like, no-one's allowed
to find out about this.

Why not?

Are you joking?

I'll go talk to her,

tell her to go to work. You
stay here, just be quiet.

Seriously? Yes,
seriously. Shhhh!

All right. Whatever.

PHONE BEEPS

Oh, for God's sake.

Sorry. I'll... I'll tidy it up.

Sorry. Did you bring
someone back last night?

Annie, you know it's not safe
to invite random guys back home.

Hi. Er...

Jim Dixon was shot last night.
Canning wants to see me.

DOOR OPENS

CHATTER

Ops planning. Inspector McNally.

Paul, I'm going to need
more response officers here,

erm, for about 72 hours.

Doesn't matter
where they're from.

Any district, any station.

Yeah, the boss has
signed off on it.

OK, yes. Thanks.

Hey. OK, so it's 12-hour shifts

and whatever overtime
is necessary.

That's still not enough.
I've put in a request for

more boots on the ground. Is
anyone off shift this morning?

PHONE RINGS Tommy's
got the morning off.

Can you call him in?
Yeah, yeah, sure.

No, I don't want the
TSGs anywhere near it!

Tell them to stand off nearby.

Well, I don't know.
Just not Mount Eden. OK?

Yeah... Thank you.

Murray, anything from MIT?

No witnesses, no CCTV.

Looks like the g*nman
was already in the house.

Double head shot.

Afterwards, even took
care of the shell casings.

Not your average dickhead.
And they've lifted Hamill?

Yeah, first thing. I'm
interviewing him in 30 minutes.

MIT are sitting in. Any
intel from Mount Eden?

Yeah, I'm working on it.
You know they'll be knocking

on your door for
that any second?

Yeah, I know that!

Thanks. OK.

OK...

Helen?

Ma'am.

Sit rep.

MIT are forward basing
on the second floor.

We're pulling everyone
in on 12-hour shifts

to work the cordons
and manage VCPs.

I've put in a request
for temporary transfer

of response officers from
districts who can spare them.

TSGs are standing off nearby
in case of public order issues,

and we're advertising a public
meeting on social media to help

reassure the community.

I hope they're more reassured
than I am. The chief's worried

about reprisals, about
a public order event

we don't have the
numbers to control.

We have to prevent
that at all costs.

Operation Bright Side.

Well, at least someone's
got a sense of humour.

You're silver command as of now.

I hope you packed your pyjamas.

It's not easy, is it?

I need you to step up here.

Yeah. Sure.

I mean, I was the one
that brought you here.

I was told you were good on
the ground, a real prospect.

I am, Sarge. Yeah,
the thing is, Shane,

right now we've a m*rder
on our patch, and people

are looking at me for something
solid, and I've f*ck-all.

And the one guy I
thought I could rely on

is standing in front of me,

sweating buckets,
stinking of drink.

I'm... I'm fine

all right? Look, I
won't let you down here.

I know you won't,

because if you do, you can stay
here with your new friends.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

RADIO PLAYS QUIETLY

QUIET CHATTER

How are you?

Yeah, really good. Yeah.

It's all kicking
off up your way.

Yeah.

It's, er...

It's a loyalist
feud. It's crazy.

Sounds like it.

I've been working with this
guy, er, Murray Canning.

He's with the Paramilitary
Crime Task Force.

It's interesting.

"Interesting"? Yeah.

I mean, to see how the other
side of things work, you know?

I thought you were
a response man.

No! I mean... I am,
but it's just...

I don't know. Not
my cup of tea. No?

No.

That shite always ends
up messy, you know?

So, what'll it be, Romeo?

CHUCKLES Oh, let me guess.

Scrambled eggs, no toast.

Actually, I think I'll
have the large fry.

Me too.

I like a man you can influence.

Thanks. Thank you.

Jesus! Shane!

What? We're in work!

There's nobody here.

I know, but just...

I don't know about you, but
my head is liftin' here.

Have you any painkillers?

DOOR OPENS

Oh, guys, just so you
know, we're going to be

on 12-hour shifts and possibly
overtime for the next few days.

I'm supposed to
see my mum tonight.

I'm sorry, Annie.

DOOR CLOSES

DOOR OPENS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hi, Sandra.

Sandra, I told you Inspector
Johnson was back in.

Yeah. You did.

I, um

don't know if you got my letter.

I haven't read it.

Yeah. Um... of
course. It's, er...

Maybe we should...

Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? SANDRA:
Tommy. Where are you?

I'm in the countryside.

You're in the countryside?!

AISLING LAUGHS All right, well,
look, can I entice you back

to Gotham City ASAP, please?

We're all hands on
deck here. Yeah, sure.

Um, I'm on my way.

Brilliant. Thank you.

BOTH LAUGH

You really need to get
out of Belfast more.

Listen, there's something
I wanted to run by you.

Your district has put a call out

for volunteers to
help out in response.

Now, I know what you're
thinking. You're thinking,

"Oh, shite, she is a
stalker." But I swear

it's not because of
you. I just think

it would be really
good experience.

And it's only for a few days.



Do you think?

Definitely.

I mean, I don't think

you'll be able for it, like.

It's too much action
for a wee country girl.

"Country girl"?!
I work in Derry,

you slabber. It makes
Belfast look like Surrey!

Yeah, well... We'll see.

OK, well...

Well...

DOG BARKS COIN RATTLES

GRACE: Heads. Ha, got you!

STEVIE: Shite. God
give me strength...

DOORBELL

Hello, sir. We're
making some enquiries

about a serious incident that
happened last night in the area. No.

Well, we were just wondering
if you could possibly... No.

Heads.

Ahhh...! Yes!

Hello. We're just
making some enquiries

about an incident that happened
last night, and we just wondered

if you'd heard anything
or you'd seen any...

Oh, you can just feel
the love, can't you?

I wish people would stop
offering us cups of tea.

What's up with you? Nothing.

You seem a bit distracted.

Oh, God. It's just Annie.
You know, living with her

is like living with
a bloody student.

Yeah. Remind me why

I moved in with her
again. Because you're mad.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that'll be it.

DOOR OPENS

Yes? Hello. We're just, er,

making some enquiries

about the serious incident
that happened in the area

last night, and we just wondered

if you'd seen anything
or heard anything.

I'm sorry. No.

OK. We notice you have a
wee doorbell camera there.

There wouldn't be any chance
we could have a look at it?

I can't give you that, love.

Why not?

You know why not.

Well, is there anything on it?

I haven't looked.

OK.

Um, well, say we came back here

with a warrant to seize
it against your will,

would it still be there?
Wouldn't be wiped, would it?

No.

It wouldn't be wiped.

OK. Thank you.

Uniform Uniform 72.
Please advise MIT SIO

that it would be worthwhile
getting a warrant

for the doorbell camera
at 92 Cleary Street.

Over. Will do, Stevie. Over.

So, she'll give it us
as long as it looks like

she's not giving
it us. Pretty much.

Heads or tails?

Heads. Uniform Uniform 72.

Report of a suspicious death
at 38 Herondale Gardens. Over.

Er, that's a negative. 72 here.

We've been tasked
door-to-doors in Mount Eden.

You're reassigned. Over.

Ooh! Happy days!

At ease, soldier.

So

I understand you
have a proposition

for us.

I want to take over.

The whole supply.

How?

I've got good people around me.

Taxi business. I
can make it work.

You tell me this, Lee.

Who k*lled Dixie?

It wasn't me. There's threats

against Jim Dixon all
over your social media.

Last night, you attended
a ill*gal band parade,

where police officers heard
you threatening to k*ll him.

He had just had my
wee lad beaten up.

Yes, I threatened him, but I
had nothing to do with this.

Where were you at the
time of the incident?

At my son's hospital bed.

I went there straight after
that parade. Ask the hospital.

Did you order the
k*lling of Jim Dixon?

No! I did not.

And I have no
f*cking idea who did.

Sorry, can I just
establish roles here?

Establish roles?

DS Kelly here is part of the
Major Investigation Team,

so why are you
interviewing my client?

There's some crossover
in our enquiries.

Is that right?

Fascinating.

How so? Well, I might speculate

that if you're in here
trying to gather intelligence

on what happened
last night, then

you don't have
much else to go on.

And in terms of Mr Hamill here,

you've absolutely
nothing at all.

The problem with you Nordies
is that yo use love chaos.

Did I ever tell you about
the last time I was here?

I was nearly shot meself.

And me cousin Sully

dead as doornails.

It's just messy.

Y'know?

But it is profitable.

And that is why my bosses
don't want to walk away

yet.

So

Tina here tells me

that you're not part
of any organisation.

So how's that going to work?

I'll pay my taxes.

Will you be in the frame
for this Dixon thing

or anywhere near it?

You're gonna have
to get more cars,

more men.

Can you do that?

A few weeks. Not in a few weeks.

Now.

You pay that back double.

In a month.

Where's the solicitor?

PHONE VIBRATES

Um, excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I have to take this.

What, now? Why? What's changed?

Right. Right. OK.

Yeah. Yeah, see you there.

Where are you going?

I can't represent you any more.

You what? I, er...

I have to recuse myself.

Sorry, what?!

What the hell?
Sweet Davy f*cked.

Well done, boss.

No turning back now.
No going back, mate.

Hello, sir.

Are you OK?

We're sorry to meet you under
these circumstances, sir.

What?

Did you call the police, sir?

I don't know. I don't think so.

All right. Well, um, is there

anyone else in the house
that might have called?

Anyone in trouble?

I'm sorry.

My husband's dead.

He just died.

OK. Is he in the house?

Er, yes.

He's upstairs.

It was me. I called the police.

Michael had stage
four lung cancer

and recently developed bony
metastases. Sorry, what?

Er, it had spread to his bones.

Right. And, er,

and you called us because...?

Well, he wasn't
at that stage yet.

I changed a wound
dressing on him

two days ago. And,
yes, he was in pain,

but he still had a month or two.

OK, so

you suspect that...?

Some of his pain
medication is missing.

A lot. I called my practice.

They told me to call the police.

And you think his
husband has, er...?

Chris. Yes.

It can only have been him.

Michael couldn't have opened
the lock on the cupboard,

never mind the bottles.

OK. Well, um, do
you want to show us

where the medicine cupboard is?

Er, yeah, it's through there.

OK, so everything
east of Spencer Road

is Dixon's territory. Or was.

Anything west of that is
Hamill's turf. If it was me,

I'd stick with VCPs along
the main intersection,

hopefully take the sting
out of any confrontations

and maybe spot some players

going in either direction
looking for reprisals.

OK. I hate these things.

Couldn't we just use the
ordinary patrol cars?

Yeah.

I mean, look, it's a balance

between going in ready for
trouble and asking for it.

It's your call... Inspector.

You're enjoying
this, aren't you?

A wee bit, yeah. Yeah.

OK. So...

TSGs. Yeah.

ARVs?

Christ, ARVs! I mean...

Have them on standby,
Helen. Just in case.

OK.

OK.

Right? Mm-hm.

OK!

So tell me this. How do you
feel about public speaking?

Right, well, um, we'll call
it in as a suspicious death,

which means it will be dealt
with by our colleagues in CID,

and, er... and we'll stay
here until they come.

Do you need me to stay?

No. No, no, I've noted
everything you said,

and we'll take a
proper statement later.

So, er, if you've got other
appointments, you can go.

Right. Grace, wait.

Wait. What?

FRONT DOOR OPENS

Do we really need to do this?

What do you mean?

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

Well, it's not exactly a
m*rder or a manslaughter

we're dealing with here.
It's just... It's...

It's what?

Stevie...

Come on. What else can we do?

Uniform Uniform.
Bravo Lima 72. Over.

Send. Over.

Yeah. I'm just, er, confirming

that suspicious death
at Herondale, Barney.

Can you task CID?

Received. Over.

JEN: I wasn't expecting to
hear from you again, Mr Graham.

I might have given you
a false impression.

I can't talk about anything
that happened back then.

I just wanted you to know why.

A group of us tried to sue the
government for compensation.

PTSD.

Acquired in the
course of our duty as.

RUC Special Branch officers.

It was all about what we did.

Were asked to do.

Er, they threatened
us with prison.

They what? They said

we'd be in violation of the
Official Secrets Act and

if we pushed it any further,
we'd all end up in prison.

They said that?

Not on paper, no.

They just made it known that
that would be the next step.

The Stuarts chip shop b*mb...

The files redacted by RG...

Was that you?

I'm sorry, are you not
listening to a word I'm saying?

Mr Graham, do you know who
carried out that bombing

and why there were
no prosecutions?

I want you to leave right now.

You didn't invite me
here to ask me to leave.

You invited me here
because part of you

wants to talk to me.

You have no idea.

About what?

What I did!

About lying awake at night

thinking I've got
blood on my hands.

About taking human life.

Actually.

I do.

Chris?

Look, we're going to need you
to come with us to the station.

Why? Well

because... Hang on
a second, Grace.

Chris? Nurse Kyle thinks
you may have given Michael

some morphine to help him die.

What?!

We'll do everything we can

to get you back here to
Michael, but you have to...

No. Chris...

No!

You don't understand.
I can't go.

I promised him I would
never leave him alone.

He never wanted to be
left on his own. Please.

Please...

I'm not leaving him
here. I'm not leaving him

on his own! Chris,
look at me, mate.

We're not leaving
him here on his own.

That's not what we're doing, OK?

There are some
people on their way,

and they need to see Michael,

and they'll stay with him.

We're going to wait
until they get here.

Let's just sit
here and wait, OK?

JEN: Thank you.

I was just in my 20s myself.

So young.

So, what I'm about to tell you.

I mean, it's more than
was in my statement.

It's everything.

And when you hear it, well.

I don't know.

OK.

So, the b*mb went off, right?

I had a source. He was
young, but he was reliable.

A1 - that was the
grading we gave him.

Two days before

he told me he was
on a b*mb team.

He told you it was
going to happen?

No, just listen to me, OK?

He told me there would be

a b*mb... somewhere.

So... what did you do?

Nothing. Nothing?

They suspected him.

It was a test of his loyalty.

If I stopped it, they
would have k*lled him.

So I didn't ask for the
details. I didn't want to know.

So you let it happen?

No! I mean...

I didn't...

I just didn't...

It was all about the source.

It was all about protecting him.

I ran that source for


He saved lives.

A lot of lives.

So, who else knew

what you did?

What, do you think
it was a solo run?

No. They knew - my superiors.

Of course they did.

Of course they f*cking knew!

GHOSTLY TEMPO: Belle
of Belfast City

♪ all the boys are
fighting for her

♪ Mary McVey says she'll
die If she doesn't get

♪ A boy with a rosy eye

♪ She is handsome, she is pretty

♪ She is the girl
from the Belfast city

♪ She is courting,
one, two, three

♪ Please will you tell me

♪ Who is she, she,
she, she...? ♪

HELEN: Respect
and courtesy, yes?

We do our stop-and-searches as
quickly and efficiently as possible,

and we keep our ears
to the ground. Be nice.

OK, I want a call
sign at both ends.

Shane and Annie, go ahead and set
the checkpoint up just down there.

Anyone not on VCP,

you're on rolling patrol. OK?

Let's go.

LIGHT CRACKLES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

OK, er, how are you doing?

Um, some of you
might remember me.

I'm Inspector David Johnson.

I was the neighbourhood
sergeant here for five years.

I just wanted to come here today

to reassure you that we're doing

everything we can to make sure
whoever committed this m*rder

is brought to justice.

We have a large team of
detectives working on this,

and you've probably already
noticed that we're carrying out

house-to-house investigations,
and we would ask anybody

that has any information to, er

to co-operate with us.

You may also notice a...
increased police presence

on the estate... and some
vehicle checkpoints as well.

And as I say, we're doing
everything that we can.

MURMURING

Any questions?

I have a question. Lee Thompson.

I own the Loyal bar.

Why didn't you do
anything before now?

MURMURS OF AGREEMENT

Lee, we've been doing
everything that we can.

SHOUTING

You've been doing nothing!

Look, I came here today
to tell the truth.

I'm tired of none of us
ever being able to do that.

MURMURS OF AGREEMENT

I'm sick and tired of it.

They say don't speak
ill of the dead.

Well, sometimes you have to.

WOMAN: Too right.

Jim Dixon was nothing but
a scumbag paramilitary.

MURMURING

I've been paying him
protection money for years!



A week!

It breaks our backs.

It's most of our profit!

Now, I know that many of you
are in the same position.

Some of you owed
Jim Dixon money.

Some of you owe
Davy Hamill money.

Payday loans that never end.

WOMAN: He's right.

Are you saying you didn't know

that was happening? CROWD: Yeah!

You knew!

And you did nothing about it.

Isn't that right?
We need evidence.

LAUGHTER

You coming here... is an
insult to this community!

I think you'd better leave. Lad?

Lad, take it easy.

It's up to us to fix this.

Us. CROWD: Yeah!

This community.

CROWD: Yes! Not
them! CROWD: Yeah.

They don't stop paramilitaries,

they work with them!
ANGRY SHOUTING.

Go on, f*ck off!

Go!

ANGRY SHOUTING

JEERING

Uncle Rab, that was mad.

It was, aye.

Did you see Uncle Lee?

Son?

Listen to me now, OK?

You need to stay away from
Uncle Lee for a few days, OK?

From Uncle Lee?

For a wee while. Yes?

Where are we going?

Your ma's house.

You can go on your computer
all day, if you like.

No limits.

Really? All day? Really.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

So.

Was the countryside... pretty?

CHUCKLES

Huh! What?

Don't know, it just looked
like he was trying to avoid us.

Shall we?

SIREN WAILS

Good. That's lovely. Thank you.

Sir, can I see your
licence, please?

Papa check on Robert
Leonard McKendry,

DOB 5/2/60.

Received a whole-life term

for multiple
terrorism-related of fences.

Released under the terms of the
Good Friday Agreement. Over.

Can you step out of
the car, please, sir?

Oh, come on, I haven't been
in trouble since I got out.

Come on. Uncle Rab?

It's "Grandad". Wait there.

Arms out, please.

Hey. Er, don't worry,
we'll just be a wee minute.

Just leave my uncle alone!
He didn't do anything.

I know. We'll just be a second.

Just leave him alone.

Search the car.

What?

The wee boy's getting upset.

Annie, search the car.

MAN: What's going on?

Can I go now, please?

Who k*lled Jim Dixon?

How should I know? Come on.

I'm not a member of
any organisation.

I've been doing community
work for 22 years.

HORN BEEPS

You're going to have
to give me something.

HORNS BLARE Or we can stand
here for as long as you like.

HORNS CONTINUE

The wee lad is upset. Let me go.

Shane?

Can I go now? Please?

You can go when
I say you can go.

HORN BLARES

Nah. That's bullshit.
I know my rights.

You have no reason to hold me.

Someone with a record like
yours, I have every right.

Go on, file a complaint
and see what happens.

Uncle Rab? Get back in the car!

We won't be much
longer. Just let him go!

HORNS BLARE

All right. See you round.

Uncle Rab? It's fine, son.

It's fine.

Come on. Let's go home.

What the f*ck was that?

What were you doing?

You have to let them
know who's boss.

HORN BLARES All right,
let's get on with it.

Uniform Uniform. Papa
check on Craig McQuarrie,

DOB 2/10/87. Over.

Clear, Sandra.

Good to go? Er

we just need to have a
quick look around the car.

Why? Just doing our job today.

Don't worry, won't be a minute.

We'll be quick.

I really need to go.

Tommy, can you check
the boot, please?

I don't have time
for this. Tommy...

Sarge?

OK, roger that.
Informing him now.

Roger.

Right, we're seizing this money
under the Proceeds of Crime Act

until such time as you can
provide an explanation for it.

I told you, I'm on
my way to the bank.

Well, you're going
to have to come in

and provide a statement
to that effect.

This is daylight robbery.

No.

It's the law.

He got sick a few years ago,

but he had treatment.
He beat it.

About six months
ago, it come back.

You were his sole carer?

Along with the district nurses.

Exhausting.

Yeah.

You know, at the start,
you'd do anything

to help them hold on just
that little bit longer.

But by the end

you'd do anything to
help... them let go.

That's it exactly.

Who was it for you?

Er, my wife.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Connor. This is Mark.

The deceased is upstairs
and the suspect's inside.

Sweet. Has he been arrested yet?

Er, no. Um, I think maybe

we should do the arrest in
there and, if you don't mind,

we'll take him into custody,

if that's OK with you
guys. Knock yourself out.

Chris, this is going to sound
strange and a wee bit scary,

but I have to do it, OK?

Sir, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of assisting

a suicide under Section 13
of the Criminal Justice Act,


say anything, but I must

caution you that if you do
not mention when questioned

something that you later
rely on in court, it may harm

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

My God...

Hello?

BOTTLES CLINK

What the f*ck? Mags?

Long time, no see.

Are you out of your mind?

What? What are you doing here?

Um.

Neighbourhood policing. Oh.

I was actually hoping to
speak to your brother.

No. Absolutely not.
No, you need to leave.

Is everything all right?

Let me get this straight.

You walk in here in
your nice shiny uniform

and ask me, "Is
everything all right?"

And then what?

You go home to your f*cking
bungalow in Carryduff, is that it?

Lee is right - you
failed this place.

You failed us. You
need to leave. Get out!

DOOR CLOSES

JEN: Do you understand what
I'm saying to you, Happy?

We have a statement
from a former officer

who was involved in this case.

And he... he's saying that

it could've been stopped?

The bombing?

Yeah.

Maybe.

Possibly.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Mr Kelly

we need to be realistic here.

This may lead nowhere.

Or we might find out the truth.

Yes.

What are you doing? Pardon?

You just let him walk
out of here thinking

you're going to get him answers.

I am.

Jen, you know the
government is shutting down

all cases looking into the past.

I know, but we've made the
deadline on this, haven't we?

Look, this is going to be

one of the last of its kind.
That's why it's so important.

That's why they're going
to fight you on this

every step of the way.

Fine.

BANGING ON WINDOW
Where's my phone?

Where's my f*cking phone?
Now, give me it back!

Back off. Back off!

Go outside, OK? This way.
You're always torturing me!

Honestly, I can't get a
f*cking minute's peace.

OFFICER: Stop raising
your voice at me, sir.

There's no room in
custody, as usual.

They'll give me a call
when it clears a bit.

Meanwhile...

So, what happens to me?

You'll be processed.

Fingerprints taken.

Interviewed by two detectives.

They'll ask you about Michael's
last dose of medication.

Did you do it?

What do you think?

OK, listen to me.

Act confused.

Huh?

When you go in there, you
ask them what day it is.

What? When they start

asking you questions, tell
them you're absolutely...

NEARBY CHATTER

Then, when they start
asking you questions,

tell them you're
absolutely exhausted,

not thinking straight. Forget
your words. Speak slowly.

Make sure they know
you're an absolute wreck.

Right. So... You're
confused, you're exhausted,

you don't know what's going on.

Because...?

Because maybe you made
a mistake with the time,

with the dosage.

Right, they're ready for you.

Not a good day to be hungover.

Mm. Yep.

Do you think

maybe we made
things worse today?

What?

The way we went into that place.

What do you mean?

The VCP stop, with the wee boy.

What do you mean?

We humiliated them, Shane.

No.

We pushed things a bit with a
guy who has a criminal record

to try and get some information.

It's called police work.

It's just you seemed like
you were really enjoying it.

I was doing my job.

SCOFFS

Aye.

DOOR OPENS

f*ck!

So, we've nothing
on the Dixon m*rder?

Not a single person
would speak to us?

Er.

We've lost it.

Lost what?

Mount Eden.

Maybe we lost it a long
time ago, I don't know.

PHONE RINGS

SIGHS

Yep?

Sorry, who?

He's here now?

OK, yeah. OK, we'll
be down in a minute.

That was the front desk.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

Can I have my money back?

What happens now?
There'll be an inquest.

That'll take a while.

Best not thinking
about it for now.

I can't go home. Chris, you can.

Yes, you can.

Listen to me. Oh, God,
please don't give me

a quote about grief.
I've heard them all.

I'm not. So have I, by the way.

This is more practical advice.

You know you're going to
cook twice as much food

as you'll need to for a while.

Don't bin the extra dinner.
Just stick it in the freezer,

because pretty soon you'll
not feel like cooking at all.

That it? That's your advice?

That's my advice.

Thanks.

For everything.

CAR DOOR OPENS

Are you OK?

Yeah.

You know, I think you were right

the first time.
What do you mean?

You said to me

a long time ago

that it would be too difficult

to work together
and be together.

And I thought at the
time, "OK, let's just"

"work together. It'll be OK."

But it isn't. Not really.

See, you're right, I have
been trying to protect you,

to stop anything bad from
happening to you. I have...

Because...? Because I don't want

the worst thing in the
world to happen to me again.

I think we should just
take a beat work-wise,

everything-wise.

OK.

And you mean

not...? Yeah.

I'll contact Sandra and just
ask about the shifts and...

Just take a beat, y'know?

Yeah.

OK? Yes.

OK. It's fine.

CHUCKLES

Good. OK.