03x03 - Loves Young Dream

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CATHERINE: Do you really think
they'd come back?

MICHAEL:
Yeah.

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

We k*ll everyone on the list.

Yeah.

Suits ya.

MICHAEL:
I go down, they goes down.

So we agree?
We agree I'm on my own.

Seventeen years old,
my little baby brother.

- There is power in love.
- g*nsh*t FIRES

You, don't get to see this

because you...

don't get to know who's next.

CAMERA CLICKS

- What can I get you?
- You can choose. I trust you.

- Here you go. On the house.
- Oh, thanks.

You want me to follow 'em?

I hope you're good at this
cos I wouldn't want anything to happen to ya.

- Is that a thr*at?
- JACK: No, that's a warning.

I need you to give us a bit more time.

Are we really gonna get married?

He never said man and wife.

I'm just gonna leave you to it.

ANGELA GIGGLES
OK.

Jack? Come here.

ANGELA:
Anna!

Anna!

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE

SHE SIGHS

SIREN WAILS

MUFFLED MUSIC BLARES
- CAR HORN BEEPS

ANGELA LAUGHS
He's such a...

CAR HORN BEEPS
- Here he is.

ANNA:
Oh, dad!

ANGELA:
Oh my god.

- You alright?
- DOG WHIMPERS

DOG OWNER:
Come on.

ANGELA PANTS

Yes!

SHE PANTS AND GRUNTS

- Come on!
- ANGELA GRUNTS

ANNA GRUNTS
Break!

ANGELA GRUNTS
- ANNA: Come on, break!

TIMER TICKS

ANNA:
Do you think I'm the first person

to be fake kidnapped by their own dad?

ANGELA:
You'd be surprised.

You're off your game.

ANGELA: Piss off.
I've tied better knots in me sleep.

D'you not think the taser was a bit much?

TIMER RINGS

There you go, we b*at the clock.

JACK:
So, the date?

ANNA:
It's not a date. It's just a casual drink.

No such thing.

Have you seen Harry Met Sally?

When Harry met who?

Oh, f*ck off.

- Favourite film?
- No.

It's not. Alright.

A fair to Remember, actually.

- It's a date.
- It's a drink...

Date. It's a date.

- ANNA: It is literally...
- Be careful, is what he's trying to say.

Meet him somewhere public.

And if he asks you to go back to his, don't.

Yeah, and if he offers me some sweeties,
don't take them.

I know what I'm doing.

So you know where you're going then?

ANGELA:
Let's cross another couple off the list.

What if you guys are late?

ANGELA: Then go somewhere
where no one will find you.

- Why?
- Cos if we're late we're probably dead.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- ANGELA: You alright?
- ANNA: Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

Be careful.

CATHERINE:
Got a job for you. Firearms.

Something wrong?

- Jack still has me g*n.
- That's not gonna be a problem.

- But without...
- CATHERINE: It's sorted.

Your replacement's at the Armoury.

- How did you...
- Let's just leave it at that, shall we?

LUNT:
Thank you, ma'am.

But I can handle myself in future.

MARY:
Right, not being funny

but this lot are the absolute dregs.

Where's Rachel?

No one's seen her since yesterday.

Not just these who're missing.
I can't get hold of nobody.

Anybody.

You can't get hold of anybody.

And their absence doesn't mean
you're off the hook.

Besides, you are the ones
who need the practice.

Especially you, Sam.

So stop pissing your pants
and get out there. Go on.

SAM:
Come on, boys.

- Alright?
- MARY: Never better.

JACK:
Need a hand?

We all know what happens
when you help.

Remember the last time.

Oh, no, that's not fair.
That's one's on you.

You didn't tell me the g*n was loaded.

MARY: It's very hard
to interrogate someone successfully

- once you've sh*t them in the cock.
- Right.

You seen George?

That gobshite. What do you want with her?

JACK:
Same as that lot.

- MARY: Catherine?
- JACK: Oh yeah, especially her.

MARY SIGHS

There's a couple of kids been making drops
at this new development.

You know dr*gs, cash.

- That's Georgia's style, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Where?

Near James Street.

- It's one of Michael's. You can't miss it.
- Right.

Thanks darlin'.

MARY:
Remember to check

- the g*ns not loaded first, though, yeah?
- JACK: Absolutely.

- No more cocks away from bodies.
- JACK: Yeah. No worries.

JINGLE OVER PA SYSTEM

ANNOUNCEMENT:
Welcome aboard this express service.

Passengers for Haydock Park Racecourse,
please alight at Newton-le-Willows.

KEYPAD BEEPS
- JACK: Alright?

GIRL:
f*ck off.

Nice one.

You shouldn't be in here.

Who the f*ck put you in charge?

Buying a flat.

Yep, me too.

Oh yeah, got the cash on ya, have ya?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Yeah, you do.

LIFT BEEPS

INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO

- LUNT: Uh, excuse me.
- MARY: It's my house. f*ck off.

Mary James?

MARY:
f*ck.

Did Catherine send ya?

Well, get on with it.

LUNT:
Mary James, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of possession
of firearms and amm*nit*on

contrary to sections one and five

of the Firearms Act.

You do not have to say anything,
but anything...

Rosa.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, um... I'm so sorry I'm late.

- ANNA: No, that's fine.
- Have you been waiting long?

No.

Uh, shall we go this way?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- ANNA: Cool.

SIRENS WAIL

- LUNT: OK, we'll speak later.
- MAN: Yeah. Thank you.

CATHERINE:
Did she cause any problems?

- LUNT: No straightforward, ma'am.
- CATHERINE: Very good.

Do you want me in for initial questioning?

- No.
- MAN: I want to speak to her!

Catherine McKenzie, I need to speak to her!

I'm not going anywhere until I see her!

Do I have to do everything
around this place?

f*cking reception are absolutely useless.

Why don't we go upstairs
to my office and talk?

- Alright?
- Let me the f*ck past.

Nah. Not yet.

- What d'you fuckin want from me?
- JACK: What d'you f*cking think?

Pervert!

- No.
- GIRL: Then what do you want?

- Your delivery, right?
- GIRL: No.

- No?
- I'm just seeing my auntie.

Oh she's a junkie, is she?

Why, you after a fix?

Might be, yeah.

- I know where you can get some.
- Out of your backpack?

MAN:
I need an officer on me or something!

CATHERINE:
You need to keep your voice down.

- MAN: I'm f*cking serious, Catherine.
- CATHERINE: Remember where you are.

All I did was turn a blind eye.

I don't deserve to die.

Don't f*ck with me, Joe.

We all had a role to play.
It's time that you take responsibility.

I'm just asking for someone
to watch my back.

You owe me that much.

Have I ever let you down before?

I've got you covered, OK?

You just need to let me know where you are

and I will make sure someone is watching.

OK.

I know it's race day.
Go to the horses as usual

have a drink,
and I'll make sure there's someone watching.

JACK:
You got a key?

You asked where you get a fix.
You didn't say anything about a key.

I know.

- Money first.
- Nope.

Key.

KEY JANGLES
- Right, here you are.

Go on then.

Alright.

Well f*ck off then.

HE SIGHS

ROCK MUSIC:
"Primitive" by The Cramps

♪ What I don't know ♪

♪ Can never hurt me ♪

♪ I live a life ♪

♪ That's working for me ♪

♪ What I respect ♪

♪ You just can't see ♪

♪ What you expect ♪

♪ I'll never be... ♪

- JACK: Alight?
- GIRL: Alright.

DOOR BANGS SHUT

♪ Cos I love ♪

JACK:
Alright, George.

♪ And I live... ♪

COMMENTATOR OVER PA:
Good afternoon, everyone.

Welcome to Haydock Park

COMMENTARY FADES INTO BACKGROUND

- They're set...
- BELL RINGS

They're off.

CROWD SHOUT OUT

COMMENTARY ECHOES AROUND GROUNDS

CATHERINE:
Spare me.

It's more than you deserve
after what we found.

How do you sleep at night?

Very well.

And on top of a pile of g*ns, apparently.

Mary Anthea James.

- Anthea?
- What is it that's you me to tell ya?

What are the Worth's doing here?

What is their plan?

Why the f*ck would he tell me that?

- He came to you.
- MARY: For g*ns.

The rest of which
your colleagues took from me.

That little house on Cadiz that you own...

It would be a shame if it went up in flames
before you had a chance to retire.

It's not for my retirement.

What?

People like us...

we don't get to retire.

Tell me what you know.

I already did.

CATHERINE:
I'm serious, Mary.

I will take everything from you

everything you care about
and everyone.

Is he worth it?

SHE SIGHS

Come on then.

There's obviously been a misunderstanding.

I'll take you home.

- GEORGIA: Phone.
- What?

GEORGIA:
Your f*cking phone.

HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF

GEORGIA:
Thank you.

You still following orders then? George?

Must be.

Otherwise I'd be dead by now.

GEORGIA:
I remember when you taught me this.

Yeah!

And you were sh*t at it back then an all

Not enough soap, not enough pain.

Too much soap, then you risk serious damage.

So Jack...

we know there is a list.

What else have you got, hm?

Where is it?

This "evidence"?

Hm? Bank safety deposit? With a friend?

Ah, well...

k*ll me and find out?

Ah, f*ck!
HE CRIES OUT

HE LAUGHS
- GEORGIA: Hm? Yeah?

- You like that one, you fucker?
- Yeah.

PHONE VIBRATES

MARY:
Is that Angela?

- Who's this?
- MARY: It's Mary.

Mary, hi. Sorry, it's loud.

I tried calling Jack.
You know I wouldn't if it wasn't urgent.

Are you nearby?

Uh, no. Sorry. I'm out of town actually.

MARY:
I can't hear ya. Where are ya?

Sounds like you're at the horses.

ANGELA:
Uh, sorry, Mary, I can't talk right now.

DISCONNECT TONE

She's at Haydock.

Alright, so, I've done as you asked,
now let him go.

Not yet.

MARY:
When?

When they're dead.

And if something goes wrong?

CATHERINE SIGHS

I didn't want to have to do this, Mary.

It's my fault, so let him go.

Give me back my...

what you took from me.

Sit there.

Are you trying to get yourself k*lled,
young man?

I thought you were meant to be
teaching these kids.

- MARY: Sam.
- SAM SNIFFS

MARY:
What were you thinking? Sam!

So...

- Michael still calling you Jen, George?
- GEORGIA LAUGHS

JACK:
f*ck off!

JACK GRUNTS AND PANTS

- GEORGIA: One more?
- JACK PANTS

Yeah, go on.

- Yeah?
- JACK: Yeah.

JACK:
Ah, f*ck!

HE GROANS

Can you, uh...

still hear screams, George?

All those people you k*lled?

Can you?

Thought we could get some food
while we're here?

Hm. Uh...

Or we could not do that.

How about a drink?

Don't really drink on first dates.

Firstly, you work in a bar,
so that's ridiculous.

Secondly, how do you cope
with the awkwardness if you don't drink?

Thirdly, who said this was a date.

Oh, right. Friends is cool.

"Cool"?

So, this is a date?

If we get a drink.

ANNA LAUGHS

- CATHERINE: Haydock.
- MICHAEL: And Jack?

CATHERINE:
He's not talking.

- Anna?
- Got it sorted.

Have you?

Yeah.

I am chief f*cking constable,
Michael.

My reach is limited

and this is supposed to be
your area of expertise.

What'd you really wanna say?

That if he had any actual evidence,
he would have used it already

so get on with it.

MICHAEL: I wanted to get on with it
f*cking years ago.

And don't forget how much
you have benefitted Catherine

from me and my "expertise".

PHONE VIBRATES

GEORGIA:
OK, Jack, new deal.

We share what we know. You share back?

Like your wife's at the races today.

Now, if you tell us what you know,
maybe we won't k*ll her?

Hm?

What's that?

How do you know she's still alive?

You don't.

You're going to f*ckin' k*ll him.

GEORGIA:
He can take it.

GEORGIA GRUNTS
- BLOWS THUD

- Here?
- Yeah, sure.

So, um, what do you do for work?

I'm working with my parents, just now.

Family business. What is it?

Uh, it's a removals company.

- BARTENDER: Sounds fun.
- Yeah. It's only temporary.

So do you live round here?

Yeah, uh, I do.

- Who with?
- Ah, just some mates.

- Mates?
- Yeah. Some mates.

Mates from where? From uni?

HE GROANS
Alright, um... I live with my parents.

- Oh.
- BARTENDER: It is temporary though.

I promise.

It's fine, your secret's safe with me.

What are they like?

Pretty normal.

Pretty regular.

- Yours seem...
- Oh, f*cking mental.

Yeah, they looked like
they know how to have a good time.

You could say that.

Tell me about yours.

Nothing to tell.

- Do you get on?
- Yeah. Most of the time.

- And then sometimes they...
- Oh, wait. Let me guess.

They don't think
that cocktail making isn't sustainable.

They want you to start thinking
about long term goals

give up on your dream
to open your own bar, some day

start thinking about settling down.

Sorry, are you...
Are you my stalker?

That's parents for you.
Predictable every single time.

BARTENDER:
Yeah.

Seen someone?

No, sorry, it's... False alarm.

BARTENDER LAUGHS AWKWARDLY

GEORGIA SIGHS

The cold should bring him round.

GIRL:
Yeah and what if it doesn't?

- You've f*cking k*lled him, haven't ya?
- Just shut up.

It's nothing to do with me, right?

PHONE VIBRATES

Watch him.

Yeah?

Oh f*ck.

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

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

Stop touching me.

Come here.

No, come here.

Shh.

- GEORGIA: You're sure?
- CATHERINE: k*ll him.

- But I... I thought.
- CATHERINE: And no witnesses.

HANG UP TONE

SHE SIGHS

sh*t.

Kayden.

GEORGIA GRUNTS

She would have k*lled you too, you know.

Shame to waste it.

So how does this compare to other dates?

Well I don't share chips so...

THEY LAUGH
- BARTENDER: I'm flattered.

Honestly, though.

Honestly? Um...

There's not really been
that much to compare it to.

That's a surprise.

Well, we lived in Canada before.

And I think I would rather die
on my own surrounded by cats

than go camping or go to the f*cking woods.

So that pretty much rules out

the entire male population of that country.

BARTENDER:
Yeah, I've never been camping.

Oh, don't bother. It's sh*t.

Did you like living there?

Apart from the woods.

Being away from everyone, I felt...

very lost...

I guess.

Sounds lonely.

And being here?

I doubt I'll be here long enough to know.

BARTENDER:
How come?

Uh, just stuff.

Family stuff.

But today has been...

a surprise.

Yeah.

- ANNA: Shall I get us another drink?
- Sure. Yeah.

JACK:
Oi, in you get.

f*ck's sake.

COMMENTARY OVER PA ECHOES

MAN:
Anybody else? Come along.

Yes, madam?

Run to Daddy, : , to win.

MAN :
Win or each way.

Win or each way.

- MAN : Hello.
- ANGELA: Run to Daddy to win.

- MAN : There we go, madam. Thank you.
- Cheers.

MAN :
Come along, boys. Next event.

- Hey, want a rock solid tip?
- MAN: Yeah, sure.

Run to Daddy, last race.

- Hey lads, wanna tip?
- Yeah.

It's a sure thing.

But you've gotta put it on
with the bookie there.

Run to Daddy, : , last race of the day.

Good luck.

- I can cover that up for ya?
- What?

The burn.

- What was it, straighteners or something?
- Uh, I'm fine.

Ok. I have got
a Beauty Therapy Higher National, Level !

No. Thanks.

Well, I'm guessing they're not the one

whoever it is you're in here
running away from.

It's not like that.

Well you are on a date, right?

Um, sort of.

- It's complicated.
- Right, what is your name?

- ANNA: Anna.
- WOMAN: Anna.

Well, your Auntie Saima's here
has been on every kind of date

good, bad, medium...

Mostly bad.

What's your point?

My point is, every self-respecting girl needs
some sort of exit strategy.

Beauty Therapy?

Level five.

Can you make me look different?
Doesn't need to be perfect. Just different.

Um, I can try.

Thank you.

MAN:
Six on number one.

- BOOKIE: Number one?
- MAN: Yeah.

BOOKIE:
Run to Daddy? Here you go.

COMMENTARY ECHOES

BOOKIE :
Win or each way.

- Can I help ya?
- Yeah.

All this on Run to Daddy.

To win.

Is there a problem?

Someone told you to do this?

ANGELA:
No.

I've had a lot of bets on that race.
That horse.

Funny that.

BOOKIE:
It's nearly at evens.

You'd only get the same amount back
after I've took me percentage.

I got plenty of money. I just like to bet.

I like to clean up.

I'm not into all that sh*t.
I don't know what you heard.

I've heard you clean money for Joe Clark.

What's your name?

Let's just say, there's plenty more
where that came from, if he's interested.

If he wants to talk,
I'll be in the VIP Suite, Box

- for the : , last race of the day.
- OK.

ANGELA:
See you later.

BARTENDER:
Rosa!

- Hey?
- ANNA: Uh, it's OK. It's fine.

OK. I'm gonna leave you guys to it

- Hi.
- ANNA: Sorry, I can explain...

BARTENDER:
Did I do something wrong?

ANNA:
No, no, you didn't do anything.

BARTENDER:
Then what?

I think just talking about the past like that
was a bit much.

OK, fine, but you...
You should have just said.

ANNA:
I know. I'm sorry.

Do you want to come back to mine?

- Yeah.
- BARTENDER: Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, let's go.

BARTENDER:
Have you done something to your hair.

INDISTINCT COMMENTARY CONTINUES

COMMENTATOR:
Second favourite at the five to two mark

is Run to Daddy...

AUTOMATED VOICE:
This lift is going up.

COMMENTATOR:
Just under five minutes now 'till the off...

VIP pass please.

Pass?

VIP lounge, love.

Yeah, OK, but...

No pass, no entry.

It's just the last race of the day. Come on.

SHE SIGHS
Oh, Jesus.

It's just that um...

the doctors have told me
I don't have long left

and I just wanted to go inside for
five minutes just to, you know

just to see what it's like.

My dad used to work in there.

Before he was run over...

by a horse.

My mam, too...
I mean, she didn't work in there

but ever since my partner left me
for my brother...

Be quick.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

JOE:
You're late. It's after : .

MICHAEL:
Catherine sends her regards.

COMMENTATOR OVER PA:
Kilted Wizard has come through

to take over here from Crank the Shank.

Run to Daddy is beginning to weaken.

They've got yards left to cover.

It's Kilted Wizard from Crank the Shank,
Wilson's Wanderers moves into third.

Kilted Wizard is keeping them all
at bay here, staying on strongly.

And Kilted Wizards runs out...

LOCK CLICKS, DOOR BANGS IN DISTANCE

LOCK RATTLES
- DOOR BANGS

PEOPLE LAUGH AND CHATTER

WOMAN:
Oi! Oi!

MAN:
Oi!

- Aw, look.
- BARTENDER CHUCKLES

Uh, yeah, that's my dad's fiftieth.

You look like your mum.

No, I don't.

Thanks.