02x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

[Chris] I went to see me dad
yesterday.

Exactly the same
as when I was a kid.

He can't even wipe
his own arse anymore,

and I'm f*cking terrified
of that man.

Hello, sir,
what... what's your name?

Father Liam.

Have you been drinking tonight,
or are you ill?

I'm leathered.

[Ellie] Are you f*cking my husband?

I wanted to tell you, but...

Your marriage is gone,
so you thought you'd take mine?

-Mate, this is a waste of time.
-He basically told him to his face

-that he wasn't gonna get the gig.
-What?

[Jodie] If you allow us
into your club to do our job

-it'll be good for all of us.
-Very good.

[Casey]
She's Carl Sweeney's missus.

You brought me here,
I robbed his drugs.

I'm the reason he's dead.

[Moira] I got eight weeks.

Nah, no, no, no.

[Moira] You can't let anything
go wrong here.

She has to stay with you.

If I get home tonight
and you're not in this cupboard...

I'll f*cking k*ll you.

Get in the cupboard.

He's telling me that Hodgkin's dead
and that I owe him 15 grand!

Who is he? What's he got on you?

"My name is Neil.
My memory has gone".

It's now or never, Chris,

so if you want your f*cking money,
get your arse down to the port now!

[Casey]
I didn't think you'd turn up.

Rachel, honest to God, it's sorted.

[mysterious music playing]

You all right, mate?

Have you seen the sun?

No, I haven't, you know.

[mobile phone vibrates]

Okay, er, Col, mate,
I'm a bit busy just now.

[Colin] There's someone
in the sh*t here,

and they've asked for you.

[Rachel] f*ck's sake.

[Colin] I was thinking either
you'd got better at robbing

or you'd gone straight.

Well, you obviously
haven't got better at it,

so you must have gone straight.
So, why tonight, eh?

Why should my baby
have a sore arse cos I'm poor?

-[Colin] You what?
-You heard me, lad.

Picked up them cheap nappies
out there, yeah,

they felt like they was made
out of sandpaper.

These ones here, lad,

they feel
like little fluffy clouds.

So why shouldn't my kid sh*t
on a little fluffy cloud?

Because you can't afford cloud.

[Marco] Not her fault
I can't afford cloud.

Why should she pay for me
being skint?

[knock on door]

-[Colin] Chris.
-Hey.

Took your time, lad.

What are you doing
robbing nappies, dickhead?

-Don't start, lad.
-I've not f*cking started, mate.

Trust me.

-What am I doing here?
-He needs to get home to his baby.

I couldn't let him go

cos the night manager
saw him robbing.

But if you street bail him...

I couldn't ask anyone else, Chris.

[indistinct chatter]

Right.

-Okay, get up, dickhead. Let's go.
-Thanks.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[upbeat music playing]

[Casey] Marco!

-[chuckles] Ah, f*ck off...
-[Casey chuckles]

Get in, get in.

-Listen. Listen to me, mate.
-[Marco] What's happening, lad?

Marco.
Marco, f*cking listen to me, right?

Are you f*cking serious, lad?

I'm going to take you home
this one time.

But get this straight, not for you,
for your f*cking baby.

-Get in.
-[Colin] Chris!

-f*ck, lad...
-You're barred from the shop.

[door closes]

[sirens wailing]

-Have you seen the sun?
-Nah, lad, I don't read that shite.

[dispatcher] Delta-Romeo
two-seven?

-For f*ck's sake!
-[both chuckle]

Yeah, go ahead, Delta.

[dispatcher]
Yeah, I've just received a call

from our colleagues in Lancashire.

They've, er,
found your missing wife,

and are transporting her back home
as we speak.

-Oh, sh*t.
-[dispatcher] ETA, 15 minutes.

[Chris] Right.

-[engine revs]
-[tyres screech]

[intense music playing]

-[Casey] Bye, Neil.
-Let's go, please.

-No need to grab...
-Don't put me out.

Yeah, er... Don't ask. Money?

-[Jodie] That'll cover it.
-f*cking hell. What's that?

No wonder they kicked you
out of CID.

Mate, I f*cking need money.
What am I supposed to do with that?

-Sell that and you'll be well over.
-[Rachel] Chris?

-Yeah.
-[Rachel] The wife.

Yeah. f*cking hell.

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

-[engine revs]
-[tyres screech]

[siren wails]

[intense music concludes]

-Where's the sun gone?
-f*cking hell, man.

It's... it's night time, Neil.

Listen. Where have we been tonight?

-Don't know.
-[Chris pants]

Where have we been tonight?
Yeah.

-The sun?
-Yeah, yeah. Correct answer.

[sighs]

Hey, it's okay.
You're home now, innit?

f*cking hell. Erm, can I see...
can I see that for a minute?

Can I just see this book?
Thanks, mate.

Look at that.

Look at all your little thoughts.

Great book, mate.
Great book. Love it.

Sorry, it was just, er...

I'm sorry, mate.

Neil.

I'm sorry, tonight.

Where's the sun gone?

I mean, you're talking
to the wrong bloke here.

Not seen the sun for years.

-I'm scared.
-[chuckles] Yeah.

Yeah, I know. So am I, mate.

Hey, let's go and see your wife.

Lisa. Let's go and see her.
Come on, let's go and see Lisa.

She's here. Let's go and see her.

You all right?

My colleague said she found you
sitting in a layby in Skem.

Nice view?

I had to get out.

-[Rachel] Yeah.
-Place gets like a prison.

Mm.

It's your life, Lisa.

You don't have to live it
like this.

You're in control.

[Chris] Good lad, come on.

Promise me you'll look at places
for him?

Look in there.

Hi.

It's okay now.

[Neil] I was scared.

The sun went away.

[sobs] I thought I'd lost it.

[Jodie] Hey...

I want all this sorted
before Lexie sees it.

Can I have some money?

Do I look
like I've got money on me?

-Well, yeah.
-Well, I haven't.

But I... But I set it up.
I got the gear.

[chuckles softly]

Hundred.

-Don't be stupid with it.
-I won't.

You will.

I want those drugs out
the house when you're done.

[Barry] Hey.

Everything you make out of her,
you give to us.

-What?
-You heard.

-Behave.
-Every penny.

-[scoffs]
-[Barry] If you don't...

we tell her you're the reason
Carl's dead.

-What you on about?
-[chuckles]

She'll k*ll you.

So...

come on. Pay up.

[mysterious music playing]

[sighs]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[dog barking in distance]

[keys jangling]

[door opens]

[seagulls squawking]

[Chris sighs]

Think it'll work?

I don't know. [sighs]

-I'll come with you.
-No.

No, I'll... I'll take care of it.
That way, it's done and we're done.

All right.

[mobile phone buzzes]

[mysterious music playing]

[clicks tongue]

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

[birds chirping]

[knocking at the door]

-[Chris] So, erm, who said I lied?
-[Kate] Hey, shh, shh, shh, shh.

She's sleeping.

-Who said?
-Ray told me.

-Oh, f*cking Ray. Jesus Christ.
-[Kate] Shh, shh, shh.

-[Chris] Here we go. That twat...
-Don't swear. You swear too much.

-He's got no reason to lie, Chris.
-Hasn't he?

-[Kate] No.
-Come on. How naive can you get?

Anyway, he's wrong.

-Oh, he's wrong? Oh, right.
-[Chris] Hmm.

-Oh, so you got the job?
-Got a different job.

-Oh, my God, what the hell?
-[Chris] I was gonna tell you.

-I was gonna tell you.
-[Kate] Mm-hmm.

It's an office management role

-working for Deb.
-Deb Barnes?

[Chris]
She offered it me this week.

-Why?
-Why what?

-[Kate] Why now?
-I don't know,

I suppose cos she f*cking needs
an office manager. I don't...

Hey...

does this change your plans?

Well,
if you're telling the truth...

-Oh, I'm... I am telling the truth.
-[Kate] Yeah, no...

Swear to you,
I'm telling the truth.

[Kate]
If you are telling the truth,

then, yeah, I suppose maybe.

-Okay, good.
-[Kate] Yeah.

Good.

-If you're lying...
-[Chris] I'm not.

If you are...

I mean it, Chris.

-Send me the start date.
-Yeah, I will.

[grunts softly]

[sombre music playing]

[metal clanging in distance]

[Franny] You want a brew?

You brought me butties?

So?

[Chris] There's easy 20k's
worth in there, lad.

That's me and Rachel off the hook?

f*cking hell.

Yeah, you're off.

By the feel of it,
I owe you five grand.

Five-seventy.

Five-seventy what?

Five-hundred-and-seventy quid.
That's all I want.

All right.

-That's 600.
-[Chris] Right.

That's for you, that.

Thanks. Okay.

Erm, take that.
I've got a tenner on me somewhere.

-No, only got 7.20 Sorry.
-[Franny] Are you serious?

You owe me 15 grand.

You turn up the next day with 20.

You don't want five grand back,
you're off your head.

Right,
that concludes our business.

I'll see you around, copper.

-Video?
-[Franny] It's gone.

I just told you, we're done.

The day job Debs promised me,
can you deliver that?

[gulps]

I can deliver anything.

Okay, so what do I need to do?

Like, just me.

Just... Just enough for the job.
Nothing else.

No wages, nothing.
Just the job, soon as.

I need you to speak two old ladies,
get something back for me.

Sounds easy. Trust me, it's not.

[Chris] Yeah, okay. f*ck it. Yeah.

Yeah? Right.

I'll text you the details.

-Chris?
-Yeah.

Don't forget me tenner! [chuckles]

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey!

[indistinct chatter]

[breathes sharply]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Tilly] Cable.

We haven't got one.

Dad.

I can't believe you haven't got
a cable in your car.

-Dad.
-What?

What do you do
when your phone goes flat?

-Er, I don't use it.
-Because it's flat?

Don't touch anything.

-Where are you going?
-Just a quick message.

What am I going to do?

[Chris] I don't... Look,
draw a picture or something.

[Tilly] I'm not four!

[Chris] Just stay in the car, okay?
And don't touch anything!

-[mysterious music playing]
-[birds chirping]

-[Tom] It's open.
-[door opens]

I was just
watching him off Pointless.

-The posh one?
-Er, no, the lanky one.

-What was he on?
-I don't know, some shite.

[indistinct chatter over TV]

So what's all this, then?

Don't see you in donkeys,

and then I see you twice
in two days.

Well, you know, I was worried,
you being on your own and that.

Well, I've been on my own 30 years.

Yeah, that's why I was checking.
Do you want a brew?

No, the girls will be here soon
to make me tea and wipe me arse.

-Well, I could m*rder a brew.
-Hey!

Come here.

-[Chris] What?
-No, no, come here.

-[Chris] All right.
-Yeah, a bit closer.

-[Chris] f*ck's sake man, what?
-Yeah. f*cking thief.

-[grunts]
-You dirty f*cking thief!

You make me f*cking sick.

[grunts]
I was in the sh*t, all right?

[Tom] It was always you

bringing shame
on your mother and on me.

Twenty-five years ago,

I would have beaten
the living sh*t out of you.

You put that uniform on,
but you're still a f*cking thief.

-[door opens]
-Ah, look who's here.

-Hello, darling.
-[Tilly] Hi.

[Tom]
Come and say hello to your grandad.

Come on. Come closer.

Look at you!
How old are you now? Seven?

-Nine.
-[Tom] Nine!

When did I last see you?

That was at George's funeral,
wasn't it?

-Jimmy's.
-Well, you were, like, this big.

Like a little bird's egg.
Like this. Oh, oh!

Oh, oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

-[Tilly chuckles]
-[Tom chuckles]

-[Tom's voice muffled]
-[clock ticking]

Look at that smile.
It's just like your mother.

And you were...

All right, we've got to get going.

[Tom] Think you should go
and get yourself

-some pocket money now.
-[Chris] No.

-Her mum will be wondering.
-Your dad knows where the money is.

Go on. Don't you, Dad?

Why don't you go
and grab yourself a tenner? Go on.

I told you don't leave the car,
didn't I?

Right? So listen to me
very carefully when I say this.

Don't mess me about.
You go in there...

and you say... you say thank you.
Thank you to Grandad, right?

And then you go to the door, okay?

Repeat that back to me.
What do you do?

Say thank you to Grandad.

-And go to the door and...
-And you stop there.

You stop there, all right?
You wait for me. Go.

It's all lace with pearls.

-It's so pretty.
-No, wow! That's brilliant.

-I can't wait to wear it.
-Tilly!

What did I say?

Say thanks to Grandad. We're going.

Thank you, Grandad.

It's a great pleasure, darling.
I'll see you at the communion.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, okay.

[Tom] And I'll be wearing
my posh frock, too.

Yeah, come on.

You go to the car.
If you move, you're in trouble.

[Tilly] Fine.

I put the money back, okay?

Hey, bring her again, please.
She's great.

[door slams]

Right, Tilly.

If I tell you to stay in the car,

that means I want you to stay
in the car.

-[Tilly] I was only...
-I don't wanna hear it!

I don't want to hear it, okay?
What's this, backchat day?

You do as you're told, all right?

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

Me dad winds me up.
I shouldn't put it on you.

I drew us.

Right, I'm going to put that
on me wall.

Thank you. Thank you.

Are you joking?
God almighty! Give me that.

I told you not to touch anything,
okay, didn't I?

-I said don't touch anything.
-[mobile phone beeps]

Jesus Christ.

Tilly, sorry. I am sorry.

[mysterious music playing]

-[outgoing ringing]
-[mobile phone ringing]

[Chris] Who's Vernon?

[Franny] You all right, mate?

No, never mind, all right.
What's this text?

[Franny] Hang on.

[car engine revs]

[Chris] Hello?

-Are you there or what?
-Hey.

-[Chris] Who the f*ck's Vernon?
-[Franny] Never mind who Vernon is.

Just do what the text says
and find out where he is

from those two old birds.

[Chris] Right, why do you want him?

[Franny] That doesn't matter.

[Chris]
Of course it f*cking matters.

Mate, is someone going
to die here or what?

Only of boredom,
listening to you whinge, lad.

What happened the other night,
Hodgkin, I don't want that on my...

I just don't.

[Franny] Listen.

I fly low, lad. Under the radar.
No ripples in the force.

Which is why you're going
in uniform,

and not Big Billy the ball basher.

[Chris]
Big... what you talking about?

It's a figure of speech, lad.
Now, my lads have been,

and they got no sense
out of them two old birds.

The last thing I want to do
is escalate things.

-You can sort it with no ripples.
-[car honks]

Yeah. Maybe they don't know
where he is.

You haven't met them. They know.

It's like talking to mud

if they don't want to answer.
This lad, he's going to be okay.

I just need him found
because he's got something of mine

and I want it back.

If you turn up all bizzie
in your bizzie car,

they'll trust you.

I promise.

Debs will have you sitting
at that CID desk

before you know it.

Okay, I'll box it tonight.

[mysterious music playing]

[door closes]

[Father Liam]
Chris, lovely to see you here.

Yeah. Me mum used to bring me here
when I was a kid.

We sat over there.
Haven't been here for years.

[chuckles softly]
I've not been here for long.

My home church is St Barabbas.

I'm covering here because
Father David's gone back to Africa.

-Mm. Lucky David.
-[chuckles]

Do you know, we've, er,
we've met before, Father.

Before the men's group.

-What? We have...?
-Yeah, about six months or so ago.

I used to drink.
I don't always remember everything.

No, yeah, no, it's okay.
Yeah, it's all right.

I hope you've not given her
too many Hail Marys, Father.

I'm parked on a yellow.

She's very chatty.

She told me you were upset.

Right. I thought confession
was secret.

No. Confession, conversation.
Same thing, really.

-She says you shouted at her...
-[scoffs]

[Father Liam] ...that you normally
never shout at her.

Yeah. it's, erm,
pressure at work, you know?

Taxi driving?

-I'm not a taxi driver.
-No.

[Chris] I'm sorry I shouted at her.

-[Father Liam] Tell her.
-[Chris] Oh, I do. I do.

She might be moving away
with her mum,

and then, you know, I'm just trying
to figure out a way to...

make them stay in Liverpool.

And part of that involves
not being an arsehole,

which for me
is not as easy as it sounds.

I'd just do anything for that girl.
f*cking anything.

I'm starting to think
that might be the problem.

[Father Liam] If it's meant
to happen, it'll happen.

What if it doesn't?

I remember we met before.

[indistinct chatter]

You're not a bad man, Chris.

There's lots who'd argue
the toss about that.

[Father Liam] Yeah.

But there's only one person
whose opinion matters.

[sombre music playing]

[children chattering]

-What are you doing here?
-I'm here for Tilly.

Er, you shouldn't be here
unless I agree to...

-It's not about you.
-I know it's not about me.

It's not about me and it's not
about you, Ray. It's about Adam.

-I'm so sorry...
-No, don't.

I mean it, Kate.
Don't you dare get involved.

We might have to change
the arrangement soon anyway.

To?

Well, we're thinking
about moving to London.

-What?
-[Ellie] London.

-Me, Kate and Tilly, a new start.
-No.

No. No, just... I didn't think
it was fair towards Tilly.

And with Chris getting that day job
with Deb Barnes...

[Ellie]
As if you care about the kids.

Hang on. I told you
he didn't get that job.

So are you going or not?

[Kate]
We can talk about this later.

-[Tilly] Hey, Mum!
-[Kate] Hey, hey.

Hiya son. You okay, mate?

-[Kate] How was it?
-[Chris] Well done, darling.

-See you soon, okay?
-[Tilly] See you, Dad.

[Mullen] See you, Adam.

You got a day job with Deb Barnes?

[Chris] Er, yeah.

[Mullen] How?

Charm, lad.
You should give it a try.

[sirens wailing]

[mysterious music playing]

[car engine revs]

[keyboard clacking]

[mysterious music playing]

[Phil] I've been looking for you.

-I'm on nights.
-A bit late.

Ten o'clock?

What happened to parading
home 15 minutes early?

There's no-one to parade on to.

-Well, I'm here.
-You're not my acting sergeant.

What's up?

-You've gone off the boil.
-I were never on the boil.

Off the simmer, then.

I heard you failed
your sergeant's exam.

Anyone else not know?

At least you've got
your wings back.

Eric covered for you.

Traffic investigator found some oil
on the road, so...

There was no oil on the road.
He's a mate of mine.

Slow the f*ck down, Rach.

You all right?

-It's just a sh*t week.
-It's not over yet.

-What?
-[chuckles]

You were great,
you know. Back then.

Can you not find
that love for the job again?

It'll help.

Yeah.

-They're letting me drive again.
-[Chris] Hmm.

Thanks for the warning.

[Rachel] Probably for the best.

Me and you in a car together
seems to equal trouble.

True. You're a f*cking nightmare.

Can I get a head start
just in case?

f*ck off.

[mobile phone chimes]

You know that thing that we...

-You saw him. It's over, yeah?
-[clicks tongue] Yeah. It's done.

-And you're out?
-It's... It's done, mate.

Okay? Forget it.

-Can I watch you reverse?
-[Rachel] Dickhead.

[coos]

[cries]

Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up,
shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up.

[baby cries]

-[cries]
-[sighs]

-Okay, okay, all right, okay.
-[baby cries]

Okay.

[toilet flushes]

[Jodie] Casey? Come here.

-What's up with you?
-Nothing.

-Why aren't you ready?
-[Casey] I'm getting ready.

You've been in the bog
about five times.

I'm fine.

MUSIC: "Underwear"
by The Magnetic Fields.

-Are you rattling?
-No.

[sighs] When did you last sh**t up?

Yesterday.

[Jodie] Do you want to sh**t up?

Feel free.

But know this,

if you do, you're out of this deal,
this house, and this job.

-I know it's hard.
-It's k*lling me.

You can't do drugs and deal drugs.

Do you want a bump
to help you over the hump?

[chuckles] Yes, please.

-[sniffs]
-[Jodie sniffs]

♪ A pretty girl in her underwear

[both chuckle]

♪ A pretty girl in her underwear

♪ If there's anything better
In this world

♪ Who cares? ♪

[sighs]

We need this to fly tonight.

I need to make this work.
For Lexie.

It will be okay.

I'm boss at selling.

I'll keep clean.

Since Carl died...

I've felt like I've been
on me own.

-I miss him so much.
-[Casey] Yeah.

Thank you, Case.

[car beeps]

-Debs!
-[car door closes]

You got five?

-[Rachel sighs] I'm going home.
-Two, then?

-What?
-You given Chris a day job?

[Rachel] What the f*ck's
it got to do with you?

It impacts on me. Me and Kate.

Discuss it with her, then.

[Mullen] Yeah,
but it doesn't make any sense.

[car engine revs]

[mysterious music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-[dog barking]
-[car engine whirrs]

[Madge] Cyril?

Cyril!

-[cat yowls]
-[dog barking]

[Madge]
Oh, she's trouble, this one.

I said you're trouble!

Hello.

Gingers.
It's always the bloody redheads.

[chuckles softly] Rita Hayworth.

-[Chris] Hello, Rita.
-Gilda.

-Oh.
-[Madge] The cat.

Nobody listens any more! Cyril!

Oh, Cyril doesn't listen.

-The cat.
-Yeah.

Well, are you, daft?
Why don't you just listen?

-You said Rita.
-Cyril Fletcher.

She's got an eye
like Cyril Fletcher.

-Okay. Who's Cyril Fletcher?
-You know. [chuckles]

[chuckles] f*cking hell.

-Erm, do you live here?
-I do.

[Chris]
Er, do you know Vernon Hartley?

-Who are you?
-I'm the police.

-What, all of them?
-Funny.

[Madge]
My daughter will be sleeping.

Unless she isn't.

But if she is, you don't want
to wake her because she's a b*tch.

-Have you got any identification?
-Erm...

Well, I've come from my car, look.

No? Okay. Yeah, there you go.

No, I can't read it from here.
I need my glasses.

You'll have to come inside
while I find them.

-All right.
-[Madge] Oh!

[indistinct chatter over TV]

[Madge] The electrics
have seen better days.

But then again, haven't we all?

-[cat yowls]
-Ah, you f*ck.

[indistinct chatter over TV]

[Madge chuckles softly]

-[Chris] Oh, thanks.
-Nora!

Cyril's got out again!

Nora!

-There's a man here.
-Must you shout?

[Madge] He says he's a policeman,
but I can't find my glasses.

They make you look old.

Erm,
I'm looking for Vernon Hartley.

[rustling, clattering]

Stop banging. She's always banging!
So much noise.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hello! Excuse me.

Erm, you gave them to me
in the kitchen.

Oh. Thank you.

[Chris] No, no. I...
I haven't got them.

-[Madge] It's always so difficult.
-[Nora] You should be in a home.

[Madge] Difficult things happen
to me all the time,

-and I don't know why.
-[Nora] She should be in a home.

-I'm an artist.
-Oh, right.

Did she tell you
that I'm an artist?

-Not too tight. I have a condition.
-Okay, look.

I need to speak to Vernon.
Do you know where he is?

-Have you seen Cyril?
-What?

-I paint her. She is my muse.
-[Chris] Hmm.

-[chuckles]
-My mews. [chuckles]

-Mews.
-I made a joke.

[chuckles] It's good. Look,
the lad could be in trouble, okay?

So I need to know where he is.

-[Nora] My son.
-Oh?

-And my sin.
-[objects clattering]

I carry the weight of that sin
on my soul,

by way of my shame.

Okay. So, erm, where is he?

I dip my brush into that shame

-to paint.
-f*cking hell.

[Nora] Do you see it
in the strokes?

[Chris] Right.

-[Nora] Do you see?
-I can't see anything!

How can I think?

I detest this house.

I'm trying to do him
a favour here, okay?

So it's really important
that I speak to him.

-[phone buzzes]
-One second.

Hold on. Er, hello?

Hello?

[Debs]
The day job's out the window.

And if Ray Mullen calls,
you tell him you lied to Kate.

What are you talking about?
If Ray calls...

Listen, Debs, I need that job,
so tell Ray to do one,

cos nobody gives a f*ck about him.

I give a f*ck about him.
He's putting two and two together.

That f*ck couldn't put
his lips together to breathe,

so don't worry about two and two.

Look, mate,
I'm doing that thing for your mate

for that job, all right?

I've told Kate that I've got it,
so I need you to come through.

[Debs] No. I'm sorry, I just...
I can't risk it.

There's too much attention.
I'm sorry. I am sorry, Chris.

Debs, I haven't asked you
any f*cking questions

about what you're doing...

[sombre music playing]

[Chris] I don't believe this.

What am I doing? What am I doing?

-[door closes]
-[cat purrs]

-[mysterious music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

f*ck it. f*cking gate.
f*cking filthy little...

[metal gate rattles]

-[mobile phone rings]
-Hello?

And what's the first line
of your address?

[mysterious music playing]

[Mullen] What the f*ck
are you doing, Debs?

-[upbeat music playing]
-[both chuckle]

It's okay, it's only early.
It'll be chocka by one, just watch.

[indistinct chatter]

Who else have we got selling
for us?

And, erm...

-Them two?
-[Jodie] Only ones I could find

who don't look like
they sleep in a bin.

No offence.

Look, we need someone better
than them

to work the dance floor with me.
They look like a pair of paedos!

[upbeat music rising]

[lullaby playing]

[mobile phone rings]

[upbeat music playing]

Marco! Marco, are you there? Marco!

I was putting Adele down,
what'd you want?

[Casey] I need you
to come help me. Please.

Mate, I've just told you,
I'm putting Adele to bed.

[Casey] What?
Have you heard yourself?

Listen, I'm in the sh*t here.
It's me only chance,

and Jodie's got f*cking
Barry and Ian.

So, look, I just need you.
Please, just come here and help me.

Mate, mate, mate, I can't.
I can't, can I?

-I can't leave Adele.
-[Casey] What?

Marco, you're brilliant at dealing,
all right? Just please!

We can make some dough
and have a bevvy and a dance,

and it'll be a laugh
like old times.

[Marco] Mate, I can't.

I've got the f*cking
social services coming tomorrow.

I'm stressed about it.
The house is a f*cking sh*thole.

[Casey] That's why you need a break
from Adrian.

Mate, her name's Adele.

I know it's Adele.
I'm just taking the piss,

so go ahead. Come here.

-[Marco] Nah, lad, nah
-Why not?

-[Marco] Cos I'm...
-Cos you're boring now, yeah?

Shut the f*ck up,
you calling me boring?

-Come here!
-[Marco chuckling]

All right. I'll see you
in half an hour, then.

Ah, I f*cking swear, mate...
Eh, in a bit.

[chuckles]

[lullaby playing]

[chuckles]

-What?
-Hiya, Bren, I'm sorry.

I need baby food.
I've got to go out.

You see, this is why
I never used to speak to you.

-You give scallies an inch...
-Please. I just...

I need you to come
inside for ten minutes. Please.

Please, Bren. She's already asleep.
Swear down, she's already a kip.

Please come ahead.

-Please, please, please.
-[sighs]

[Marco] Thank you, Bren.

-Did I wake you up?
-[Bren] Yes, you woke me up.

Sorry.

Nice one, love.
See you in a bit, yeah?

Yeah.

♪ Fading colours, withering blue

[car engine whirrs]

♪ Sour emotions
Vanishing views... ♪

Oh, I think I must have
about eight of these a week.

It's the only way
that I can stay awake

when I'm on me own, you know?

[sighs]
How do you stay awake at night?

Just, like,
restock the crisps and that.

Boring.

-Is it?
-[attendant] Yeah.

I'd rather your job.

-Would you?
-[attendant] Yeah.

[chuckles]

Er, hey, Kate.

Er...

Hey, Kate. It's me.

You're probably asleep, but, look,
I just wanted to let you know

there's been a bit of bad news.
Hey, Kate. Erm, hope you're well.

It's Chris, obviously.
And, erm...

I'm afraid I've got...
I've got a bit of bad news

about the, er... The job.

No.

[mobile phone chimes]

What are you...

[mobile phone chimes]

Oh, f*cking hell, mate.

[line rings]

[voicemail] Please leave
your message after the...

[Chris] Oh, sh*t.

Can you open the door,
please, mate?

-Mate, open the f*cking door!
-Okay!

f*ck's sake, man.

Christ almighty.

[tense music playing]

[intense music concludes]