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... ♪
03x01 - Homecoming
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Focuses on Jim Worth, a former London Metropolitan Police Service detective who becomes chief of police of a Canadian town in the Rocky Mountains.
Focuses on Jim Worth, a former London Metropolitan Police Service detective who becomes chief of police of a Canadian town in the Rocky Mountains.