Undertaker, The (2023)

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The dead.

Waiting.

Waiting for the living

to join them.

There's not many who exist in this world.

Between the living and the dead.

Even fewer who know

where the bodies are buried.

They're late.

So are they going to speak in Chinese?

Well, they didn't on the telephone.

They're from Manchester.

But the Chinese?

It's not that complicated.

- Don't stop.

- What?

Okay, you know what I'm talking about.

I need them to back me up if I'm going

to pull this thing off.

So be nice.

I am nice.

Put it that way.

Don't look Chinese.

Good evening, Mick.

Popped in for a bit of target practice.

Like a flower, we blossom and then wither.

Like a shadow, we flee and never stay.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

To whom can we turn for help

but to you, Lord,

who are justly angered by our sins?

Evening, Arthur.

Have you got a minute?

Yes, of course. Come in.

Wait there.

I've been recalling what a lovely send-off

you sorted for Mum when she passed on.

I truly appreciate the way you handled that.

It was beautiful.

A lovely casket.

Cherry panelling.

Solid brass fittings.

Stock reed kept aside from before the w*r.

Purple satin lining.

Yeah.

Yes, she loved a bit of purple.

She did.

Yeah, really nice, it was.

This is what I'm like, see?

Tearing up again.

It's why I've come here because

I know I can rely on you

when there's been a death in the family.

So to speak.

My condolences.

I wanted to get one thing

out of the way, first off.

We've known each other a long time, right?

I don't want there to be any bad

feeling about the whole thing with Gordon,

just so we'll clear the air.

Gordon knew very well he

could win big as well as lose big.

I told him he was digging himself into a hole.

He wasn't like you.

He was a wild card.

He took risks.

Whether down the track or with other things.

He rocked the boat sometimes,

is what I'm saying.

And sometimes people who rock the boat,

they fall in the water

and sometimes they sink, right?

It happens.

It happens.

Anyway, I need you to do something.

I'm not asking for a favour,

you'll get paid and paid well.

It's a...

It's my business partner, Mick.

He's had a terrible accident.

Messing around, sh**ting g*ns off down there.

He's in the morgue at St Joan's.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, I warned him.

He wouldn't listen.

Now look where he got him.

All on my own.

I've got no business partner.

Bloody one-man band.

I'm like you.

Look at the two of us here, Arthur.

Anyway...

I want you to do everything right about me.

Nice casket, all the trimmings.

Don't worry about money, I'll cover it.

Best you've got, what is that?

What?

Best casket, what is it?

Well, there's a top of the range oak.

Perhaps gold-plated handles.

Set it on off.

Yeah, sounds good.

Big send-off, yeah?

I understand.

Thursday, okay?

This Thursday.

Yeah, I know it's a bit short notice, but...

oil the wheels with them down at

the cemetery and the like, yeah?

You can do that.

Want him put to rest.

I can collect him from the hospital mortuary.

I'll have to go though this evening.

Yeah, then pop down the club

Thursday night after the funeral.

I'll settle up everything then.

Closing time, back door.

I don't want you depressing the customers.

No offense.

You know, it's funny, isn't it?

People come to me when they

want a night out, good time...

but they only come knocking on your door...

when the party's over.

Blank for the pink.

He'll go for the pink.

Oh.

And that's a long shot to take him to 50.

Oh, doctors.

They say it's not good, Mr Morel.

Well, they don't exactly say that, but...

I've seen enough doctors in my time to

know when they're looking at dead people.

Oh, come on, Len, you'll be right as rain.

You'll soon be back at the shop with me.

They're sending me to this other hospital.

Hmm.

Special one.

They keep you comfortable there, but...

you don't come out again.

So,

Mr Morel...

what can you do for me when it's my time?

Well, I was recalling you've always

admired the lighter wood caskets.

Now, there's this lovely pale

walnut down in the basement.

That would look good.

With Acanthus Brass handles.

Aye...

I thought it would.

I like that.

And I've got a plot set aside.

Up by the big oak trees.

North corner.

Quiet there.

I don't know why you need it quiet

when you're dead, but there you go.

Finlay Unsworth came into the shop.

Mick Garvey had some kind of accident.

He's at the mortuary here.

People just don't die when

Finlay Unsworth's around.

Be careful, Mr Morel.

Don't have anything to do with him.

I can handle him.

I'm not like Gordon.

You've had your hands full

since your brother passed away.

You should be looking for

someone to take my place at shop.

I mean it.

I'm not going to be back.

Well,

at least...

not while I'm breathing and I'm not...

My grandchild.

Maudy's daughter.

She needs a job.

She's a hard worker, too.

I'll think about it.

Well, she pops in here.

I'll get her to telephone you.

Please find someone to help you.

You have my blessing.

He's taking the remaining racks,

which have broken beautifully here.

Police are attributing the death of

the city businessman, Michael Garvey,

to what appears to be a tragic

sports sh**ting accident.

Local police in the area are asking all

people to come forward who own any...

Oh, morning, Mr Morel.

Detective Kelly, Central.

Where is it?

There it is.

I've reason to believe you have the body

of Michael Garvey on these premises.

I'd like to assist you, Detective, but

I'm afraid without the proper permissions,

I'd be betraying the trust

placed in me by the deceased.

Look, I know he's here.

St Joan's told me.

I just want to have a quick look at the body.

The usual procedure is you do

that at the hospital mortuary.

Ah, well, they gave me

the runaround yesterday.

Mortuary's locked up.

Someone's gone home early.

Mr Unsworth has a long reach,

let's put it that way.

So by the time I got down there this

morning, you'd already picked him up.

So can I come and have a look?

Or do I have to come back with some

official bits of paper

and make a song and dance about it?

Story goes, he was down there letting off a few rounds,

went to reload, something like that, and then this.

There's also some rumor about

a bunch of Chinese men from Manchester.

Have you seen any Chinese men from Manchester?

I'm afraid not.

Not sure there ever was any.

Night watchman reckons

he fell asleep during it.

With all them shots going off,

doesn't make sense, does it?

I just bury people.

Like I said, Mr Unsworth's reach is long.

I shall soon be retiring.

Well, we've all got to go

sometime, haven't we?

If you hear anything, you will let me know.

Of course, detective.

When it comes down to it,

there's only really one question.

Who's going to benefit from all this?

Morning, Mr Morel.

Good morning.

Mick.

Mickey.

How did it come to this, eh?

I didn't want it to turn out like this.

Last thing I wanted.

We should have talked

it over like the old days.

Then you would have seen it my way.

f*cking tragic, is what it is.

f*cking tragic.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

To whom can we turn to for

succor but to you, Lord,

who are justly angered by our sins.

Lord God Most Holy, Lord Most Mighty,

O Holy and Most Merciful Saviour,

deliver us from the

bitter pain of eternal death.

I'm Arthur Morel.

I'm the undertaker.

Mr Norris.

You're receiving.

I've got some undertaker out back here.

Send him in.

Okay.

Across the yard, red door.

Are you sure you don't have tea?

Just coffee.

Kitchen's closed.

Vic.

Hi, Arthur.

I didn't know you were back.

Finlay wanted me back.

Or he thought he did.

So I'm back.

We all think we can get out.

Not that easy.

He didn't make it today?

Pay your respects to Mick?

Welcome back.

The usual.

So how was your trip?

Hollywood, wasn't it?

I didn't see anything of Hollywood.

I was singing at some club in Redondo Beach.

That sounds very nice.

It was a dump.

Los Angeles is as much of

a sh*thole as any other town.

Only difference is it's full of people

who've deluded themselves

into thinking it's not a sh*thole.

Thanks, love.

I've not seen you since Gordon's funeral.

What's that?

Two years.

January.

Lovely casket you gave Gordon.

I remember the sun shining on it that day.

Yes.

Japanese maple.

Inlaid with rosewood.

He'd set it aside.

I miss him.

I miss him too.

Lots of funerals.

Fact is they're all riding full tilt

on the steel rails of the inevitable.

I don't just say this is any

kind of casual observation.

It's the laws of the universe.

You know they have that little triangle

on the snooker table with all the ba*ls in it?

They make a break, the cue

hits the ba*ls and off they go.

People think the ba*ls are

randomly in motion on the table.

Aren't they?

No.

Far from it.

Each trajectory, each impact

is victim to a fate bestowed on it by

the laws of the transfer of momentum.

Just like a little universe in motion

down there on that green base.

What are you chatting about?

Snooker.

Finlay can see you now.

He's in Bacchus's Garden.

Bar up top.

They did it up.

Should I bring my coffee?

How the f*ck should I know?

Arthur!

You want a drink?

Oh, I forgot.

You don't.

Settlement.

In full.

Thank you.

Lovely send-off you gave old Mick.

Did him proud.

I can't believe he's gone.

I keep thinking he's going

to come through that door,

he's going to sit down like he always did.

Pour himself a drink.

But he's not.

He's gone.

And it's up to us what's left

behind to get on with things.

Indeed.

It's good business you've got.

Well, I imagine

mostly your trades an

unpredictable business to be in.

Well, it's true.

No one can know exactly

when they'll be called.

See, the thing is, in my line of work...

things are a little bit more predictable.

I've got more work coming up for you, Arthur.

Here's what I want.

That a...

we have an arrangement.

Which I'll pay for.

An arrangement?

I've got some loose ends.

Now that Mick's gone.

That need tying up.

And when they're sorted...

I need you to keep these loose ends...

nice and cool in that mortuary

of yours down by the shop.

And then, when you're laying

to rest someone's gran or...

someone who passes away of natural causes...

when they go in the ground...

What?

You do a two for one.

Like they're doing in these new supermarkets.

Two for one?

When the hole in the ground is open...

you put someone else in...

loose ends all tied up.

No one's going to ask you

any questions, are they?

You've always got bodies in your shop.

You're always driving around

with stiffs in the back of your van.

It's perfect.

I don't think that's possible.

Oh, it's possible.

Who's going to know?

I can't.

You need to see your way clear

to make sure this happens for us.

Do you understand?

How many?

Two.

Three.

It's not going to be forever.

Nothing's forever.

It's just while I get through these times,

while I sort out the organisation

of my companies...

Get things in order.

Plus, think of the business it brings you.

And if not that...

think how grateful I'll be.

And if not that...

think of the worms down there.

Think how happy they'll be.

Hey?

- Morel Brothers?

- Hello?

Lenny asked me to call you.

Lenny?

It's Kat.

Oh, yes.

His granddaughter.

Yes, he did mention it.

Said you were looking for work.

I can pop over later.

Today?

If that's OK.

Yes.

What about holidays?

Two weeks.

Three if you include Christmas week.

No internments then, of course.

So the duties have outlined

the various procedures.

You don't have a problem in any of those?

No, not really.

I used to work in an abattoir.

You see some things there?

I see.

Good.

When can you start?

When do you want me to start, Mr Morel?

The deceased have prepared the burial in here.

We keep a stock of caskets downstairs,

which are brought up to

the chapel for viewings if necessary.

Now, very important,

to always keep these doors closed,

especially if there are any of

the deceased's family on the premises.

Back here is for those in the trade.

You learn a certain level

of discretion is essential.

Yes, Mr Morel.

Front office, you've seen,

where we meet with the bereaved,

discuss arrangements.

In there is the chapel of rest,

where loved ones can spend a few

precious final moments together.

Now we need to find you

something appropriate to wear.

I think we had a pallbearer about your size.

Well, this one's a bit different.

Here.

Yes.

This was intended to be a wedding suit.

Now, there must be lots of

questions you'd like to ask.

Please feel free.

Your brother, he's no longer with us?

Gordon, no, he died about a year ago.

And is this Mrs Morel?

We were to be married.

The suit?

But it wasn't to be.

We both worked in a military

hospital, in Italy, near the end of the w*r.

The ones she couldn't save, I'd bury them.

Hello again.

Three more for you.

Where was all this death around, everywhere?

In some strange way,

I think it brought us together.

I'm from a small island

just off the coast, and

the sky there is so blue.

It's deep blue.

And there's these pretty white houses

leading all the way down to the beach.

And the sea there is just as blue as the sky.

I want us to go there.

We'll swim in the blue, blue sea.

After I came back, I wrote nearly every day.

I asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

Next thing, she was sailing to England.

But then she got sick.

It took her in a couple of weeks.

I gave her a white casket,

lined with blue like the sea and the sky.

I put the wedding ring on her.

So, to us, I like to think we were married.

She still looks so beautiful.

I'm sorry, Mr Morel.

One day soon,

I shall leave all this behind...

and go to the island.

We'll swim in the blue sea,

then we'll be together again.

You'll find this is a noble profession.

We stand in the doorway

between life and death.

We open the door and

we gently close it again.

Through our endeavors,

the dead and the living find peace.

This... This thing...

It needs to happen quick and fast.

Like a...

Like a firework display.

Call them London people that you know.

Yeah.

And call our undertaker.

Tell him to be all ready.

Maybe you should think about this.

You'll burn your bridges.

Maybe I light my bridges on fire.

Got coffee?

Is that it?

I get it.

You're a bean counting now, aren't you, eh?

Eh?

Everything nice and safe.

But you've got to look at

this like it's an opportunity.

You've got to grab hold.

Where's Vic?

She's gone.

Everyone's gone.

It's late.

It's early.

Make a London call.

Yeah, OK.

What exactly do you have

to write down in that book?

This is a record of everyone

who passes through our care here.

Next of kin, funeral payments

made, burial plot number.

What about these red cross marks here?

Sometimes there is no next of kin, no

money to pay for a funeral or a headstone.

These poor souls are laid to rest

in an unmarked plot in the cemetery.

Very little to remember them by,

so we've always placed this mark.

In the end, it's all there is

to show that they were here.

Excuse me.

Morel Brothers?

I see.

Half an hour.

I have to go out.

When you're done with

Mr Hargreeves, place him back.

And then you may finish for the day.

Are you going to be able to handle this?

It's what I do.

Eight feet down?

The family have requested it.

I can only think there must be a big family.

They're happy to pay, of course.

For the extra work.

Eight feet, in that clay?

It's not easy.

No.

And the same for plot 306.

Eight feet down in that one, too.

Mrs Harris' service at 10 o'clock,

followed by Mr Hargreeves at 11.30.

Busy morning tomorrow.

Yes, Mr Morel.

Winds building across northeastern

areas throughout the morning

with scattered heavy showers clearing later.

Clouds and rain showers moving eastward

across northwestern areas with variable cloud.

Clear intervals further south

with some rain for western hills.

Dry and bright in the south, although

some showers are expected later.

Lord God Most Holy, Lord Most Mighty,

O Holy and Most Merciful Savior,

deliver us from the bitter

pain of eternal death.

Mr Morel?

Do you know them town councillors?

They can't get enough of this horrible fizz.

Won't touch it myself.

The thing is, Arthur,

the more you try and straighten things out,

the more out of shape things get.

And before you know it,

you've got to do a whole

load more straightening.

Yes.

No, I don't follow.

I didn't see much of my dad when I was a kid.

He was always inside for something or other.

I mean, I used to look

forward to him getting out, but...

then when he got out,

he found out what my mum had been

up to when he was doing his stretch.

He'd lose all his good humor, you know.

He was a strict Edwardian, I suppose.

You know, he wanted us to all sit

round the table like we were a nice family.

Like it was all fine.

But me and my sister and my

brother, we'd always get him bothered.

Because we were dropping stuff.

You know, spilling peas.

Because we're nervous.

Because he's got his belt on.

And we know he's going to use it.

I mean, we're sh1tting our little selves.

I mean, we try and get it all

neat and nice and proper, but

sometimes the more you do that,

the more messed up it all becomes.

- Do you see?

- Yes

- That's what I'm saying?

- Yes.

- Yes.

- Yes.

What?

What are you saying?

Repercussions.

I've got even more loose ends.

More?

One more.

Two more.

It's a couple of extra funerals in a week.

I mean, I call it good business.

Better get back in.

Tell them I'll be down in five.

Been to see Finn?

Some business.

I'm sure.

I'm avoiding him as much as I can.

This club's like being stuck

in an asylum with mirror ba*ls.

I do a few numbers in there and come out here,

sit and take this all in.

They're all hurtling around on

their own journeys up there, Arthur.

Flying through the sky in a course

they can't change, even if they tried.

Like the snicker ba*ls.

Right.

I'd best to go back in.

Sing my songs of sadness and heartbreak.

That's what they pay me for.

Be careful, Arthur.

Are you doing work?

Domestic burglaries.

Theft of unattended lawnmower.

I thought you'd been taking a keen interest

in Finlay Unsworth's activities lately.

I was.

Then the Mayor came in here.

Day after Mick Garvey's

little sh**ting accident.

Since when does the mayor come in here?

Next thing, I'm ticking off

anything to do with Unsworth.

Put on these.

Long reach.

I've got a collar downstairs.

He's got form and he's very keen not

to be back in a courtroom any time soon.

I think you should talk to him.

Tell him what you said to me earlier,

about the train station.

I can't remember.

Well, I think you should remember.

I think you should too.

It was on the train station.

Can you run the bike

shed fiddling with the locks?

Minding my own business.

I see this bloke I was

inside with five years ago.

From this London firm.

Anyhow, there he is.

Up here of all places.

With his brother.

Black briefcases, they had.

Can you talk to him?

Oh no.

Scares the living sh*t out of me.

It struck me.

Him and his brother.

What are they doing here?

What are they doing here?

Exactly.

Well, Unsworth's bringing in people.

Snuff out the opposition

Snuff out the opposition now Garvey's gone.

Yeah.

So he calls London.

Pays his money.

Gets it done quick and clean.

So clean it's as if nothing ever happened.

Someone must have seen something.

You've got dead bodies on your hands.

Where are you going to go?

Hello, Mr Morel in?

Oh, sorry.

Detective Kelly, Central.

Where is it?

He's up at the cemetery.

Can I help you?

Well, maybe you can.

You are.

I'm Kat. I assist with the

preparations for the funerals.

Oh, and during the course of your duties,

have you seen anything unusual?

Aren't you supposed to have

a search warrant or something?

Well, I'm not searching.

I'm just chatting to you, aren't I?

So have you?

Have you seen anything?

I don't know what you mean, sir.

Look, I've only been here a week or so.

Right.

He's at the cemetery, you said?

Thanks.

Mr Morel?

I tried to catch you at your premises,

but your assistant, Kat, said you'd be here.

And here I am.

You've already coached her in

the art of cryptic evasion, that's for sure.

Well, as I mentioned to you, there's much

about our trade that has to remain private.

Aye.

That's very convenient.

But we know Mr Unsworth

is consolidating his little empire.

And aside from Mick Garvey,

who's buried not 100 yards from here,

a couple of his other known

associates have disappeared.

Thin air?

I think they'd be m*rder*d.

I really can't help you.

No, I know you can't.

I understand why you won't.

I really do.

But I'm just wondering if you dug yourself

in a little deeper than you'd like to be.

If your concern is with Mr Unsworth, then

perhaps you should speak with him directly.

I'll do that.

Well, it didn't be.

Just give yourself that.

Just keep your head down till you

float off into the wild blue yonder.

I don't think that's what he's got in mind.

At the end of the day,

who's going to be burying you?

What is wrong with you?

What, it doesn't add up?

No, it's fine.

What don't add up is you pushing this thing

beyond a point that makes any business sense.

Look, we have people out there who

are detrimental to our business interests,

so I am saying that we have

to make the call to London again.

- You'll start a w*r.

- I like wars.

I like the last one, because it set this up.

Are you receiving, over?

Yeah.

I got some copper down here from Central.

Send him up.

I'm going to sniff him out.

Like a tiger with a zebra.

Let's see what he thinks he knows.

Send him up.

Yeah, over.

Do you want a nightcap, Detective?

No, thanks.

More my thirst for

knowledge that brings me here.

Very good, that.

Fact is, most people who

have business dealings with you

seem to meet with some unfortunate accident,

or just disappear.

Look, you're a copper, so I get

that you're interested in all this.

But what I am saying is, don't be.

I mean, back when I started out,

most coppers, they just looked the other

way if there was something in it for them.

Did I hear that right?

I mean, you might have bought

everyone else off, but I'm not for sale.

Save it.

You know, I've got your boss's wings

clipped down at Central, don't you?

And furthermore,

His Highness, the Honorable, the Lord Mayor,

was sitting with us just

the other night, having champers.

Isn't that right?

- That's right.

- Yeah.

And a nice time he had as well.

So, whatever you think you can do, you can't.

It's not going to happen.

And if you keep at this,

then we're going to have to

sort this out, one way or another.

Well...

I'll find them.

And then I'll get you.

I don't like him.

Look, maybe we should

hold off on things for a bit.

What?

I'm interested in what you think now, am I.

Get off!

If I say something, it needs doing.

It needs doing, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You got any stomach for the next round?

I'll make the London call.

There's plenty of holes left in that cemetery.

What is it?

There's a man in there.

With b*llet holes in him.

Yes, I was going to mention...

Saw the ledger.

Day before yesterday.

Red crosses, lost souls.

You're putting them in

the ground with the others.

Sharing the afterlife crammed in with

someone's granny or someone's uncle.

What are you doing?

Listen to me.

We have an exceptional situation.

We?

No.

No, not me.

I won't have anything to do with this.

As I mentioned to you,

discretion is very important.

There's nothing discreet about it.

They wouldn't be in there if he

hadn't k*lled them in the first place.

Now, best not to mention your thoughts

outside of these premises to anybody.

I'm trying to get through this

by behaving professionally.

You can't have it both ways.

It's like ensuring your house

against fire and then setting it alight.

Finlay Unsworth is a very dangerous man.

And has it ever occurred

to you he's possibly insane?

Given those two facts,

I don't think I have many options.

Perhaps I do.

No matter your talk of professionalism,

there's blood on your hands too.

I just bury people.

I can't stand by and watch him

use you, even if I do need this job.

You won't reconsider.

I've never known someone

take to the trade so well.

I'm sorry, Mr Morel.

I can't be part of this.

I hope you check out your island one day.

I really do.

Morel Brothers.

Vic.

Twenty minutes.

Yes.

I brought your money

for the two you got in there.

Sorry, I had an accident.

You should really get it stitched up,

but it just keeps bleeding.

I could have come to collect this.

Yeah, I know, but I came to warn you.

- There'll be more.

- More?

I thought this was it.

All done.

Never really done with Finlay, is it?

He's got this paranoid theory that the small-time

Salford outfit is planning a move on him.

I mean, it's ridiculous.

You know those London blokes he hired up?

He's ranted about getting

them out of the way and all.

We can't go up against the London boys.

I mean, it's just insane.

Has that copper been here?

The detective?

Kelly, yes.

Finlay wants him out of the way and all.

And we've really crossed the line.

I've got to go and talk him out of it.

Have you seen Vic?

From the club?

No.

She's done a runner.

Finlay's going nuts about that, too.

Might want to go away for a bit.

Finlay's looking for you.

Pullman came into the shop,

asked if I'd seen you.

I'll be on the south coast by the morning.

Cruise ship.

Cabaret job.

I'm running away to sea.

I f*cking hate boats.

But I've got to get out of that place.

Away from him.

He's not going to stop.

Finlay flipped out like this the last

time Mick was inside for a stretch.

Now that Mick's gone for good,

there's nothing stopping Finlay.

Finlay k*lled Gordon.

You know that, don't you?

Maybe you don't want to believe it, but

you do know that's what happened, don't you?

Yes.

It was all that money that he owed.

No.

Finlay didn't care about the money.

It was because of me, me and Gordon.

You need to open your eyes and see

things as they really are for once, Arthur.

You spend all your time with dead people.

You need to take a good look and see

what the living are doing to each other.

I've always known he

k*lled him, but what can I do?

That's right.

What can you do?

You are getting a postcard from

some faraway place?

All right, Arthur.

Still with us?

Yes, and I lost much

sleep these last few nights.

Plenty of time for that.

Gordon, if you've come back to tell me

what I've done is wrong, then I know it is.

I know it.

But what am I to do?

Anyone he thinks might

betray him, he's k*lling them.

He's gone mad.

It was me that had to bury you.

I've always known.

But I've kept silent.

What?

What are you trying to say to me, Gordon?

Gordon, maybe you can hear me.

I've got to go.

I have to.

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

I need to talk to you.

Last one should have picked him up.

Not one to tell you.

The airport, 7 o'clock flight.

To Naples.

But he's not going.

Right?

I was out of here.

What is it you want me to do? Tell me!

Mr Morel, what have you done?

Nothing.

That's just it, nothing.

You were right.

I've done nothing.

Stood there, watched it all happen.

Just take a moment.

No, no, no, no.

Listen to me.

I thought I could just go to that island,

escape everything, but

then I realized she's not there.

Fiorella, she's gone.

I buried her.

In my dreams, she's there.

But in this world, I could go to that island.

I would still be on my own.

This is where I need to be.

Here, money.

Take it. Get away.

Where are you going?

I'm going to meet the dead.

I'm Arthur Morel.

The undertaker.

Oh, sh*t!

My casket's ready.

White, like the houses.

Blue inside, like the sea.

I'm ready.

You ready?

This won't bring them back.

There's nothing about.

I knew you couldn't do it.

I don't k*ll people.

I bury them.

Go.

Not here.

Grab one of them sheats.

Chock him in the hole.

Right.

Get a spade.

Give us that.

Get an ambulance.

Come on.

Mr Morel.

Arthur.

We've got your book,

the ledger, with everything in it.

We'll get him.

We'll get him for everything.

We'll bury him, Arthur. Don't you worry.

White casket.

You know what...

what you have to do.

Thank you very much.

She's at the white house.

I'm sick.

She'll come down to the shore.

I'll swim...

in the blue sea.

Together.

They're packing them

off to the cells at Central.

I'm heading down there now.

Start the paperwork.

Long night.

It'll be a long day, too.

Unsworth, he will be sent down, won't he?

Aye.

He'll get life.

That's what they call it.