02x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

-[tense music playing]
-I wanna be a good bobby,

I wanna do good things,
I wanna be normal.

I work on me own.

-[desk sergeant] Not tonight.
-Spray!

[desk sergeant] Phil's knackered,
he's going home,

and she's going with you.

He shouldn't be in the job, Phil.
Look at the state of him.

[Chris] Hey, Mum.

-[kisses]
-Here's my hero policeman.

You're working
for Carl Sweeney, aren't you?

-Why is he so angry with you?
-Cos I robbed his cocaine.

-Just give it him back.
-I can't.

-Why not?
-Cos it got robbed off me.

I've been taking money off Carl
for information.

-You arsehole!
-[Chris] Stop, stop!

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Chris] You slept with Ray?

Kate!

[Rachel]
I want you out of here today.

-[Steve] What'd you say?
-Please.

Get in the cupboard
or I'll f*cking k*ll you.

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

-[groans]
-[Chris] The f*ck?

[Jodie] Carl's gone.
He's left me with nothing.

-[Chris] Sorry, but me job...
-I need money,

and you're gonna get it.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?

There's enough gear in this bag
to set you up for life.

Anyone gonna come after it?

We both know
you can look after yourself.

Has Chris seen much
of Carl Sweeney?

I thought you said
you were here as a mate.

[Rachel] Steve. We're finished.

He hits me, he spits at me,

and he tells me that he's gonna
k*ll me in my sleep.

-That's not...
-You're a liar and a coward.

I can't keep going home
to them, right, like this,

I'm a f*cking shell,
the job has ruined me.

[Kate] I'm worried about Chris.

Is he getting better
or is he getting worse?

[music concludes]

[Dave] Hours of it. Silence.

Just the sound of the blood
in me ears.

Unless I put talkSPORT on.

But even then,
nobody's talking to me.

I'd be better off with the blood.

By the time I get to work,
I'm going off me head.

I start babbling at the cuzzies

cos I haven't spoke to no one
since the night before.

Can't shut up once I start.

When I had the flu,
I didn't speak to anyone for days.

I ended up phoning Babestation.

Twenty quid just to talk
about the weather.

You rang Babestation
and talked about the weather?

Didn't know what else to say
to the girl.

Couldn't even look at the telly.

Thank you, Dave.

I'm lonely, Father.

[Father Liam]
As I say, thanks so much.

[Sol coughing]

Chris.

Er, no. No, thanks, Father.

-Well, Liam.
-Yeah, I know.

Er, but... but no, thanks.

[Father Liam]
It's been a few weeks,

and I thought
you might... [inhales sharply]

I don't know, just... yeah.

[Father Liam] Well, it's just good
to have you here.

It's a big step
walking into a group like this.

That's an achievement alone.

Searching for friendships.

Baby steps, turning into big steps.

No I just, I just saw
a leaflet and, you know...

Why didn't you ring talkSPORT?

I'm banned.

[chuckles]

[MUSIC: "Little Blonde by Young LS]

♪ Lurkin' down a backroad
Bally with a black coat

♪ Rolling with a pack
Biv skin and a graff phone

♪ Trying to keep eyes, no surprise
If there's jacks though

♪ Slipping in the road
That's a night in the cells, bro

♪ f*ck that
I'm not trying to get nicked

♪ I stay switch
No flick on me hip, I use fists

♪ And swing that,
I've got me brother on me wrist

♪ So when I swing, I never miss

♪ I've lost my brother
So I'm pissed ♪

[pensive music playing]

[Danny] Hey. Erm...

I was... I was told to come here.

-[Franny] Yeah?
-[Danny] Yeah.

Do I give it to you, or...

Take the lollipop
out of your mouth, hm?

[Danny] I don't...
I don't know what to do, so...

What were you told to do?

Bring it to you.

[Franny] There's a bag there, lad.

[Danny] Is that it?

Looks like.

When's this fashion show starting,
then, eh?

Oh, wow.

-Wow.
-[Tilly] Can you see the beads?

[Chris] Are they beads
or are they real pearls?

You look gorgeous.

-[Chris] Doesn't she? Yeah.
-[Dolly] Mm.

[Tilly] Etta's doesn't have that.

-Oh, you look lovely, darling.
-When can I take it home?

Erm, I'm not sure.

We just need
to take it in a little more

-and then you'll look perfect.
-[Chris] Yeah.

Yeah, you look fantastic.

Erm, sorry, darling,
we need to make a move,

so, erm, get that off
before you get something down you.

Nice one.

[chuckles]

Erm, Dolly, would you mind?

I've come out without me wallet,
Okay? I'm really sorry.

-Can I settle up tomorrow morning?
-Oh, don't worry about it, love.

-Yeah?
-We open at 9:00, all right?

-Thanks for that. Sorry about that.
-[Dolly] Yeah, no worries.

[pensive music playing]

-That looks lovely, darling.
-[Tilly] Thank you.

You're welcome. [sighs]

Are you gonna put the kettle on?

[Tilly] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[Chris] You can make me tea
now, can't you?

[Tilly chuckling]

All right, erm,

they've only just filled
the fridge, so it's a bit warm.

Hey, and don't tell your mother.

Mm. I haven't got any glasses yet.

-It's your Everton mug.
-Mm. Yeah.

Drink out the other side.
Avoid that. Good girl.

Mm. Listen, if I get this day job,
and you stay here every night,

-you're not having Coke.
-[Tilly chuckling] Did you get one?

I said "If".
I'm applying, though, yeah.

You've got no picture of us.

-Mm.
-You've got them on your phone.

Oh, yeah.

-Loads of 'em.
-Three of 'em.

[chuckles]

[iron hisses]

[eerie music playing]

-[Tilly] Bye.
-[Chris] See you, love.

-Love you.
-I love you, too.

-[Kate] Hey, babe.
-[Tilly] Hi.

-[car door closing]
-Hey.

-[Chris] All right?
-Yeah. You all right?

-[Chris] Yeah, I'm good. You?
-Yeah, good.

-Excellent.
-Yeah.

How many Cokes did you give her?

Oh, look,
I wanted to tell you, I wasn't...

-Oh, you're f*cking with me. Okay.
-[Kate chuckling]

Yeah, just the six pack.

I meant to say, er,
did you hear about the job?

[smacks lips] Er, yeah.
Yeah, it's looking good, actually.

-Brilliant.
-Yeah, you know, Chris,

-erm, if it happens...

it will mean relocating
me and Tilly.

-What?
-[Kate] Yeah. London.

[chuckles] What? London?

Yeah.

Ah!

You serious?

If I get it, we can talk about it.

No, no, hang on, hang on.

Talk about it? No.
That's a f*cking defo not.

It'll be good for me.
It'll be good for her.

Kate, listen to me.
No, you can't do that. End of.

If I get it, we're going.

What? With all the shifts
that you're doing,

you see her like,
what, one week in every three?

Yeah, I got a day job.

What? What, you got a day job?

-Last week.
-You didn't tell me.

I was gonna f*cking surprise you.

Yeah, well, it worked, didn't it?

I can spend more time with her now,

-actually be with her...
-[sighs]

...you know, weekends,
after school, all that.

It's gonna be good.
I'm excited, or I was.

[tense music playing]

Kate, I'm gonna f*cking beg you.

Do not think of taking that girl
away from me,

cos she's all I've got left, okay?

-[Ray] Evening, all.
-[Kate] Hey.

-[Ray] Mate.
-Ray.

-[Ray] Brew?
-Thanks, babe. Yeah.

-Kate...
-[Kate] Look, it's great

you've got a day job.

When do you start?

I don't know.
I'm waiting for a date.

[Kate] Okay, well,
I need some time to think.

[sighs]

[police siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Chris panting]

Jerry, come on, mate.

Leave me alone!

[Chris]
No, can't do that, I'm afraid.

f*ck's sake.

Oh, lad!

-[Eric] f*ck's sake.
-Do you want it?

[Chris] Of course, I don't
f*cking want it, you knobhead.

-Just put it down.
-Drop the turd now!

I'll put it
in your mouth, you twat.

Yeah, I'll put me f*cking boot
up your arse first.

Didn't go well last time, did it,
you mad b*stard?

[laughing] f*cking hell!
I'm the mad b*stard?

You're the one with dog sh*t
in your hand.

Why do you think I've got it
in me hand?

-Hey, stay the f*ck back!
-It's to keep you away from me.

Mate, this isn't getting us
anywhere, is it?

Eh? Why turn a f*cking nothing job
like this into as*ault police?

I'm sick of yous ruining my life.

Well, stop robbing
from f*cking cars, then!

-I didn't!
-[Eric] You did, you f*cking dope.

The witness followed you.

-I know where you live, you twat.
-No, you don't, you dickhead.

-[Eric] Just put the sh*t down.
-[Jerry] They stopped me money.

They said I was too mobile
and wasn't entitled.

Well, you got down for that sh*t
all right, didn't you?

-Very funny.
-[Eric] f*cking...

I'm f*cking starving.

Well, get a job, then,
you lazy b*stard.

-Hey!
-Who's gonna give me a job?

-Hey!
-[Chris] Stay the f*ck back!

-Look at me.
-[Chris] Jerry,

put the sh*t down, mate.
We'll sort this out.

I'm f*cking starving here.

I know. I'll do you a microwave
thing in the nick, eh?

Not them chicken ones, though.

What, f*cking Gordon Ramsay.
All right, lasagne.

All right?
Are we good? Are we good?

-Yeah.
-[Chris] Okay, good.

[Chris] All right. Whoa!

-Hey, hey!
-[Eric] What you doing?

[screams]

-Rach, what the f*ck...
-[Eric] What are you doing?

[Rachel] Just drop the sh*t, Jerry!

[screams]

-Me eyes.
-Mate, mate?

-I've got sh*t on me face now.
-Good.

-You got gloves?
-[Rachel] Yeah.

[Jerry screaming] Argh! Me eyes!

[eerie music playing]

-[car door closing]
-Hey.

-What?
-[Chris] You all right?

Yeah.

[whistles]

[car door closing]

-[mobile phone ringing]
-[whispers] f*ck.

Hey, mate.

[Debs over speaker] I need you
to stop a car for me.

-Where are you?
-Town, the Strand.

[Chris] Okay. Well,

give us a commentary,
I'll give it the bells.

-What are you driving?
-A grey '16 plate Audi Q3.

[Chris] And the target?

[Debs] Black '22 plate Range Rover.

Isn't it always? What's the story?

[Debs] I was going
in The Rising Sun...

-What you doing in that sh*thole?
-[Debs] Meeting a mate.

What's important is
that afterwards I see a head

called Mark Hodgkin.
Do you know him?

-No. [sighs]
-[Debs] Major drug dealer.

I'm sitting there and I see him
acting dodgy with another bloke

who looks like a player.

-[Chris] Do you know him?
-No, but next thing,

a bag changes hands
and Hodgkin leaves

like he's won the lottery.
I follow him out,

he jumps in his car, and here I am.

[Chris]
What, you followed him out,

and the radio room
had nobody for that?

That's a f*cking great stop.

[Debs] I didn't ring 'em.
I've had a bevvy.

Oh, mate, are you pissed?

-I'm driving.
-[Chris] I didn't ask you that.

I'm all right.

-f*cking hell, Debs. [sighs]
-[Debs] Are we on?

[sighs] Yeah, go on, then.
Where are you now?

[police siren wailing]

-[upbeat music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

[Chris] Is that you in front of me?

-[Debs] That's me.
-Okay. Drop back.

-I'll give him a tug.
-[Debs] Roger. Be careful.

It was a black holdall.
Check it for drugs.

[police siren wailing]

[Chris] Yes, mate, you.

You go, lad.

All right, la... [exhales]

[sniffs]

[tense music playing]

Do you think I'm f*cking stupid?

Np, I'll... I'll be out
in a second.

[Mark] Well, tell him I'm ten steps
ahead of him, all right?

-Mind who you're talking to...
-[Mark] Yeah, mate,

I'm not f*cking stupid, mate.
I handed it off.

Tell him he can have
his bag back as well.

All right, that's enough...

Now, you wanna be careful,
Alpha 147.

[clicks tongue]

That cheeky f*cking...

Hey, where are you going, dickhead?

Have they set you up as well, yeah?

[Chris] You what?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-[Mark] No, no, no.

You're gonna have
to ask for a bigger envelope

if you're gonna try
and plant drugs on me, Alpha 147.

[pants]

-[car door closing]
-[car engine starting]

[Chris] This is a f*cking joke.
This is a f*cking joke.

Debs, where the f*ck did you go?

I've got some guy here taking me
picture like I'm f*cking bent,

talking about planting drugs,
and you drive off.

Do I put this in me notebook
or what?

Ring me, will you?

No, no, no, no.

[MUSIC: "In and Out"
by Aystar playing over speaker]

[child] I want another scoop
of honeycomb.

You get three scoops and a topping.

-Get me four.
-I'm not made of money.

-[child] Can I have a Flake, then?
-No.

You said I can have a topping.

Flake isn't a topping.
It's an insert.

Can I have an insert?

-Just get your topping.
-Raspberry.

[Jodie] Two-eighty.

Give us some of those hundreds
and thousands as well.

-[Jodie] She's got her topping.
-No. Hundreds and thousands.

[indistinct chatter]

[Jodie] Ta.

Hey.

Free Flake
with the hundreds and thousands.

Am I the only one working here?

[dial tone ringing]

-[Barry] Hello?
-You got it?

[Barry] No, we haven't got it,

because, like I told you
last night,

and the night before,

we can't get on the docks
to get it.

-[Jodie] Is he on again?
-[Barry] Same as last night.

Same as the night before.

The new guy and no sign of Arthur.

[Jodie] Have you found Arthur?

-I've told you all this.
-I know you've told me.

I'm just trying to think.

Look, because you two
have f*cked up,

we've got nothing to sell,
so sort it.

sh*t.

[upbeat music playing]

You've been selling drugs
in my club.

-I wasn't.
-[Matty] No?

So what's this?

[Casey] I swear,
I didn't do nothing!

-[bouncer] Get out!
-Knobhead!

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[operator 2] Listen to me.

Can you listen to me, please, sir?

The police are on their way,
but can you listen to me?

CCTV?

[operator 3] I understand
what you're saying to me, sir,

but your mate drinking your cider,
is that really a police emergency?

He's been sick?

Oh, good, well, at least you've got
some of it back then, haven't you?

Hey, have we got any cameras
on the Rising Sun in town?

We've got one on the street,

but I don't think
it covers the boozer.

[operator 2] Yeah, it does now.

There's been some disorder
down there,

so they've switched
the camera back on.

-It's, er, camera number 28.
-Twenty-eight.

[sighing]

[sighs]

Debs.

And who's your f*cking mate?

[sniffs]

All right, mate?

-All right?
-[Ray] What you looking at?

Er, I did check...

Oh, no. It's okay.
Just thought I can help.

-No, it's just a job, like.
-[Ray] Want me to have a look?

No, I've got it.

-[Ray] I don't mind.
-No, honestly.

Right...

-Do you want me to put that...
-No, I... Thanks.

Right,
I'd better crack on with this.

Yeah. Sound.

Have a good night.

[whispers] Go f*ck yourself.

Debs, f*cking call me, will you?

I've seen the f*cking CCTV
of the pub.

What are you playing? Call me.

[indistinct chatter]

[Chris] Hey, boss!

Oh. Late off, paperwork,
end of the month, you know?

Don't know if I should be...
It's, er, me application.

Oh, right.
You're going for it, then?

Yeah, I want off Response.
f*cking get some sleep.

Er, should really be via email.

Yeah, I wanted to, you know,
put it in your hand, like,

just so I know that, you know.

Yes. Well, great.

-[Chris] Goodnight, boss.
-[Kennedy] Yeah. Go safe, Chris.

-[exhales deeply]
-[Kennedy] Chris?

I can't.

Look, I don't wanna mess you about.

-Right? It isn't fair.
[Chris] Huh?

-Mate, this is a waste of time.
-[Chris] You what?

I could go through HR and all that,
but I've known you for years,

and I wouldn't want to leave you
hanging for no reason.

Right.

[Kennedy] You're not going to get
this day job, all right?

It just isn't gonna happen.

I... I'm really sorry.

[Chris] What are you talking about?

Well, er, everybody thinks
you're a knobhead.

You know that,
I mean, of course you do.

Look, I just don't want
to mess you about.

-I'm sorry.
-Yeah. No. Of course. Yeah.

All right, so you, you
take that back, right?

And, er, I won't tell anyone,

and you see out your time
on Response.

That's what you do best.

[solemn music playing]

[police siren wailing
in the distance]

[Eric] Two years ago,
I could stretch to tenor,

but recently, I've been hovering
down by bass baritone.

[grunts]

What?

I've dropped to bass baritone.

Pretty much shuts me out
when it comes to all the leads now.

-No, what did you see?
-When?

Shame, cos Pirates Of Penzance
is one of my favourites.

Do you know what?
I'm really not f*cking arsed.

[hums]

Hey.

-f*ck was all that about?
-Can I get in?

f*ck it, yeah. [chuckles]
Please do.

-Look...
-[Chris] Never mind "Look".

Debs, I watched the CCTV
outside the pub. You lied.

Just forget
what happened, all right?

What you saw, what you didn't see.

-It's gone. No harm done.
-Oh, my God.

Forget? What the f*ck
are you talking about?

-I need you to search a house.
-Sorry, are you for real?

-[Debs] Listen...
-No, Debs, mate,

don't know what you're into,
but you can leave me the f*ck out.

I know you were involved
with Carl Sweeney and his m*rder.

I've got a file. Evidence.
Good evidence.

-Don't make me use it.
-[Chris groaning]

[Debs] Yeah, you f*cked up
the stop earlier,

but I need to get this guy.

-So you are gonna do a search...
-[sighs]

-...of Hodgkin's house tonight.

It's nothing
you haven't done before.

-No.
-[Debs] You search the garage,

-find weed, lock him up.
-Get out.

-Do the search.
-Stop! All right? Stop.

f*cking hell.

You're outside the pub
talking to a man

you claim you've never met.

You drag me into an ill*gal stop
and search of a dealer

who claims he's been set up.

And now you're sitting here
blackmailing me

to search his house.

Debs, I don't know what
the f*ck's going on with you,

but you need to go to the job
and tell them to sort it out, okay?

-[Debs] Chris...
-No, listen to me.

Take it from one who knows.
Go to the job,

tell them what the problem is,
because if you don't...

I can't. I need you.
I need you, Chris.

Oh! Then you're really f*cked.

[Debs] Please, Chris, just do this.

I'll get you the day job.

-You want a day job...
-[sighs]

...I'll create one for you.

Nine to five, flexi if you want it.

-[Chris] Oh, my...
-[Debs] My office...

-[indistinct radio chatter]
-...filing, anything.

[operator]
...take a look at sus circs...

I'll get the budget.
I'll get you the job.

-...19 Ardennes Street.
-Shh.

[operator] Say again, please.
Delta patrol

for 19 Ardennes Street.

Confrontational burglary.
Any patrols?

[Rachel] Four seven.
Put us down for that.

[operator] Thanks, Rach.
Much obliged.

I know you're thinking
of applying for the gig

-in Mike Kennedy's office.
-[Chris sighing]

[Debs] I also know
there's no way you're getting it.

-Chris?
-Yeah?

[Debs] You can work
whenever you want.

Just do the search
of Hodgkin's house

-and lock him up.
-I can't.

[mellow music playing]

Be a mate. Get out me car... now.

-Come on, Chris.
-Get out me car now.

Oh, my f*cking... [sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[doorbell ringing]

[laughs] You look like a sh*t
with an hat on.

-Right, yeah, f*ck off.
-[Casey] Giz a chicken burger.

-No.
-Why not? Giz a burger.

f*ck off! It's his go.

-[Casey] You all right, mate?
-Sound, girl. Smashing.

-[chuckles] Giz a burger.
-It's 3.80.

-[Alan] Have you got any gravy?
-[Marco] That's the other place.

-I've got no money.
-It's 3.80, Casey.

-I'm not giving you a burger.
-I got robbed and beaten up

and he took all me money,

-Marco, please.
-Casey, gib it.

-Do you want...
-Three pieces, lad.

Three pieces.
What, spicy, Southern, what?

Erm, gravy.

-No, we don't do gravy.
-[police siren wailing]

-[Alan] Sound, yeah.
-[Casey] Please!

-Do you want a drink?
-I, I've had a few, yeah.

No, do you want a drink with this?

Er, yeah.

-[Marco] Okay, what?
-What?

-[laughs]
-[laughs] He's f*ck' twatted.

What do you want to drink, lad?

-Coke?
-Coke, yeah.

-You can have a coke.
-And a burger for me.

-[laughing]
-[Moira] Hey!

I need you to look after
our Adele tomorrow morning.

I'll drop her at yours at 9:00,
so be up,

-and make sure you feed her.
-[Marco] Take her to your ma's.

[Moira] I can't take her
to me ma's, dickhead.

-She'll be in court with me.
-Look, I'm here all tonight,

and I'm back in tomorrow morning,
so it's not gonna work.

You said you wanted to be a dad,
didn't you?

That's why I'm working
in this sh*thole.

You want to be Adele's dad,
tomorrow is where it starts.

[indistinct chatter]

[Moira] Look, I'll only be in court
till dinner time.

I'll come and get her
soon as I get out.

What did you do?

The bizzies said
we beat up the paedo

-at the top of our road.
-Did you?

Hey, he won't be in
till half one tomorrow.

Tell her.

[Marco] Sorry, mate.

And give us some gravy
with that lad, will you.



[mellow music playing]

[pants]

[sniffs]

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hey. You all right?

-Yeah, all good.
-[Chris] Uh-huh?

[operator over radio] Delta Patrol
to attend a call marked IRIR.

Auto alarm at Hastings Fabrics,
Denning Road Industrial Estate.

Call marked IRIR.

[Rachel] Four seven.
Put us down for that.

-[operator] Thanks, Rach.
-Sorry, Tom, I've got to go.

-We're all secure now, so...
-Oh, right, that's okay.

-[grunts]
-[Tom] But take some cake.

-[Eric] Yeah? All right.
-[Tom] Yeah, go ahead.

Me, er, me colleague here
will, you know...

-[Tom] Okay.
-...wrap up.

-[Tom] Okay.
-Cheers, mate.

[inhales sharply, exhales]

[door opening]

[door closing]

All right, Dad?

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Just came to see
if you were okay, but, er...

Yeah.

Oh, er...

me mam's dead.

[inhales sharply]

[pants]

Do you want some cake?

-Have a piece of cake.
-No.

She was a good woman.

What?

There's no pictures.

-What?
-No, there's no pictures of me.

-Why should there be?
-You what?

[Tom] I never knew you.

You never... I'm your son.

-Your mother and you left.
-We left?

-Your mother took you and left,
-Oh...

-And that was it. I never saw you.
-[Chris] f*ck off, Dad.

-I never knew you.
-f*ck off.

You weren't interested.
And when you were here,

you made our lives
a f*cking misery.

I worked my tripe out for yous two.

-I worked like a f*cking dog.
-You were in the pub.

[Tom] Because I had
nowhere else to go.

I couldn't go home
cos she was there.

"Where have you been?
Have you been drinking?"

You had been f*cking drinking,
hadn't you?

[Tom] Yeah.

Because I was lonely.

-Okay, I'm off.
-No, no. Wait... wait.

-Mm.
-Er...

how's, erm... How are they?

-Who?
-Kate and Matilda.

Tilly.

We've split up.

Oh. Oh, well,
there's a spare room upstairs.

[chuckles] Er, joke.

[mobile phone vibrating]

I'm going.

-I still loved yous, though.
-f*ck off! Don't say that!

-Don't f*cking say that!
-[Tom] No, I did.

-Did you?
-Yes.

-[Chris] You f*cking loved us?
-Yes.

I remember you putting her
f*cking head through a door

just cos I spilt your f*cking baccy
on the kitchen lino, f*cking c**t.

Yes, I remember that.

[dog barking in the distance]

f*cking love? No, thanks.

f*cking dirty.

-Dirty f*cking...
-[glass bottles rattling]

You dirty mother...

[glass bottle shattering]

[pants]

If I've f*cking got to do it,
I've f*cking got to do it.

[dial tone ringing]

Yeah, what's the address?

Just give me the f*cking address,
Debs, okay? I'll do it now,

but I'm telling you,
f*cking listen to me,

no messing me about
with this day job, okay?

That's the f*cking condition.
No messing.

Yeah, well, address?

Right.

f*cking hell.

f*cking hell.

[pants]

Boy, you're a lucky c**t.

[exhales]

[inhales]

[sighs]

[police siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

We're no good to them
if we don't get there.

f*ck off, Eric.

If you'd got off your a*s
instead of eating cake...

He's on his own, he's lonely,
and he needed a bit of our time,

so eating cake is part of our job.

-You're going too fast!
-sh*t!

-[tires screeching]
-[glass shattering]

[siren beeping]

[pants]

You've just bought me
a new conservatory.

[pensive music playing]

[Chris panting]

[operator over radio] Delta Romeo
four seven, four seven Delta?

-Go ahead, Delta.
-[operator] Are you free, Chris?

Not really, mate, no.

[operator] It's just Delta Romeo
two seven's been subject to an RTC.

Fire Service and Ambo are en route,
but I wondered if you could support

until we can find some
supervision, please?

Er, injuries?

[operator] We've spoken to Rach,

and we're waiting
for an update re Eric.

Okay, er...

Er, yeah, send the location, Delta,
er, I'm en route.

[police siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[soda can hissing]

Hey, did they batter you?

Just, erm, kicked me out.
Robbed me gear and me money.

-Two grand.
-[Marco] Two grand?

sh*t.

Yeah, devo'd. [sniffs]

The thing is, they could be making
wedges a night in there.

The bouncers haven't got a clue.

They're just flogging
what they confiscate.

But they can make proper money
if they had a supplier

-with decent graft.
-They made decent money tonight.

If I could
just get some stuff and...

someone to scare off
them dickheads, I'd make a fortune.

I might know someone, you know.

-[tapping on window]
-f*cking hell.

Right, I've got to get back,

but I'll bell you later
and we can talk about it.

[sighs]

[police siren wailing]

-[indistinct radio chatter]
-[groans]

[Price] Excuse me?

Steve's ex? You came down
the station kicking off?

How you doing?

-Good.
-You not injured?

No.

No. My colleague...

Well, he's taking the piss,
to be honest, but what can you do?

[Price] Can I just ask...

Why you never made
a formal complaint?

-What?
-[Price] Steve.

I couldn't suspend him

because you didn't put
pen to paper.

I had to offer the prick support
and counselling.

Are you blaming me?

I'm just saying,
if you'd made a formal complaint,

I wouldn't have
to spend every night

worrying about his new girlfriend.

-He's got a girlfriend?
-[Price] Yeah. A few months now.

I don't know.

It's not my problem, so...

[Chris] Hey.

You all right?

Rach?

Breathe.

No, really f*cking breathe.
I think you're in a bit of shock.

-[breathes deeply]
-[Chris] Okay? Good.

One of them f*cking nights?

Atta girl.

How's your partner?

Don't.

Radio room rang me.
Duty Super's been on.

You're grounded pending
an investigation.

They want you to jump in
with me for the night.

-f*ck's sake.
-Yeah, I know.

I spent six months
trying to avoid you,

and now I'm back in the car
with you.

Can't believe it.

Hey, you can always pretend
you've got whiplash.

[Rachel] I'm in enough sh*t.

Now, that's true. [sighs]

One minute, I've got
the shittiest copper alive,

the next,
I've got the angriest.

Yeah, I've got the f*cking rudest.

Sure you haven't got whiplash?

-I wish I did. [chuckles]
-[Chris laughing]

-Come 'ed.
-[Rachel grunting]

Thanks. I'll get my stuff.

[exhales]

[sombre music playing]

[car boot slamming]

Hey. All right?

f*cking Eric winding me up
while driving.

I so want to get off Response.

f*cking failed
the sergeant's exam, too.

Yeah, I know. [sighs]

-You know?
-I heard.

[Chris sighing]

Have you ever wanted
to touch a hot iron?

Just thought with all your,
you know, issues.

A... a hot iron?

You f*cking... mad?

No. Why? Have you?

Recently, yeah.

Christ. Why?

I think I'd rather burn my hand
on a hot iron than...

come in here and...

and do this sh*t
with you lot every night.

I need to get off Response, Chris.
It's doing me head in.

To be honest, mate, I think you're
talking to the wrong f*cking person

about getting off Response. [sighs]

If I could just get in
the morning briefings

till the bosses start
to notice me a bit.

A couple of big jobs,
become a star.

[clicks tongue]

What?

-Er...
-[Rachel] What?

[chuckles] Erm...

-Do you want a good job?
-I need a good job.

[Chris] Okay.
I think I might have a good job.

Good intel. It's drugs.
Nicking a f*cking major player.

Where's the intel from?

[Chris]
You don't need to know that.

-Okay.
-[Chris] All right,

it's f*cking Deb Barnes,

but we can't
put her in the write-up.

-[Rachel] Debs?
-Do you want this or not?

[sighs]

-Yeah. [sighs]
-[Chris] Okay.

Okay.

You might want to talk to someone
about that iron thing, you know.

You might want to just drive
the f*cking car.

So f*cking rude.

I'll need you in at 1:00 tomorrow.

Erm, no. I've got my kid.
Her ma... Er, I can't.

You've been here
three weeks, Marco,

and I'm not seeing commitment.

I put chicken in boxes, girl.
I mean, commitment-wise...

As your supervisor...

What do you mean?
There's only two of us.

Look, you're not happy
and we're not happy.

I'm going to speak to Raj.
I think it's time we let you go.

You serious?

Ah, whatever.
I'm not even arsed, mate.

[eerie music playing]

[Rachel] So, who's this guy?

[Chris]
A bloke called Mark Hodgkin.

We find his drugs,
call it in, and arrest him.

[Rachel] Okay..

[sighs]

Hey, hey. You smell gas?

If we smell gas, we are obliged
to enter this property

to protect life and limb, okay?
So... can you smell it?

Oh, f...

-f*ck.
-What?

Go. Go. Get in the car.

-What you doing?
-[Chris] Get in the f*cking car!

[Rachel] What's going on?

You wanted a job
that'll kick-start your career,

-not k*ll it.
-It's a g*n. That's got to be good.

-Mm.
-It's a g*n.

We have just found a g*n.

If you smell gas and find a bit
of weed or some coke,

that's a good job, okay?

You smell gas and find a load
of coke or a f*cking weed farm,

that's a great job.
But if you smell gas

and find a g*n,
that is a f*cking shitshow

-ready to go off in your face.
-Why?

Because a bit of weed or coke,

they're going to go guilty
for a reduced sentence.

If we go in there and lock him up,

he's never going guilty
on a f*cking g*n.

They'll tear us apart
in the f*cking witness box.

Smelling gas won't stand up,
and me and you are going down.

f*cking hell, I mean, like,
ten years easy.

Ten years for me and you.

[sniffs]

Oh, there's kids in the house.

[clicks tongue]

[sighs]

[panting] Right. All right.

All right. f*cking...

Yeah. All right.
Let's f*cking have it.

[Rachel] f*ck's sake, Chris.

I've been in the car
with you for two minutes.

It's good, innit?

[Franny] Where are you going
with me g*n, dickhead?

[music intensifies]

[music concludes]