02x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

-[cryptic music playing]
-[Kate] Hey!

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

[Kate] Yeah.

It... it will mean
relocating, London.

Do not think of taking
that girl away from me,

'cause she's all I've got left.

[Kate] You see her, like,
one week in every three.

Yeah, I got a day job.

Mate, this is a waste of time.

You're not gonna get this day job.

It just isn't gonna happen.

Why you never made
a formal complaint?

-About?
-[Price] Steve.

I couldn't suspend him,

because you didn't put
pen to paper.

If you'd made a formal complaint,

I wouldn't have
to spend every night

worrying about his new girlfriend.

[Rachel] Have you ever wanted
to touch a hot iron?

-[Chris] Hey, Dad...
-What the f*ck are you doing here?

If I could just get some stuff,

and... someone
to scare off them dickheads,

I'd make a fortune.

-[Jodie over call] Have you got it?
-[Barry] No, we haven't got it.

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

Because you two have f*cked up,

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

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

Mark Hodgkin, do you know him?
Major drug dealer.

You wanna be careful. Alpha 147.

[Debs] You're gonna do a search
of Hodgkin's house.

You search the garage,
find weed, lock him up.

[music concludes]

[keys jingling]

-[lock clicks]
-[door creaks]

[sighs]

-[suspenseful music playing]
-[Rachel exhales shakily]

[inhales sharply]

[exhales]

[in hushed voice] f*ck you, Steve.

[mobile phone buzzing]

[breathes sharply]

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

f*ck!

[music concludes]

-[engine roaring]
-[seagulls crying]

-[indistinct distant shouting]
-[engine roaring]

-[loud crash]
-[objects clattering]

[voicemail beeping]

[automated voice] Caution,
this vehicle is turning left.

[voicemail continues beeping]

[automated voice] Caution,
this vehicle is turning left.

Well, just f*cking turn,
will you? Twat.

[traffic whizzing]

[alarm ringing]

-[inhales abruptly]
-[alarm stops]

-[mellow music playing]
-[groans]

[yawns, groans]

[siren wailing in distance]

[music fades]

-[Dolly] So, er...
-[groans]

-...290...
-[Chris] Hmm.

...less the 50 pound deposit

-you paid last month.
-Right.

-Er, can I...
-[Dolly] Yeah. [sighs]

...can I put 75 on there?

-Seventy-five?
-[Chris] Hmm. Please.

[breathes deeply]

-Nice one.
-[chuckles softly]

-[device beeps]
-[breathes sharply] Okay.

[inhales] Erm, and, er...
let's say, erm...

[clicks tongues] Yeah.
Can I... can I put, er...

[smacks lips]
...60 on there? [inhales]

Sixty?

Thanks. [sighs]
Actually, you know what? Sorry.

Erm, any chance
I could pay the rest

at the end of the month?

-[Chris inhaling]
-No.

Right. 'Cause...
the thing is, like, you know,

communion's on Saturday.

Yeah, I know.

-[card swishing]
-I'm good for it, you know?

-That's not gonna pay my rent.
-[Chris] Dolly, it's...

it's... it's
for my f*cking daughter.

Sorry. [sighs]

Sixty.

-And I want 105 by Saturday.
-[device beeps]

-We close at 11:00.
-Okay. [sighs]

Awesome.

-Do you want a receipt?
-Yeah, aye.

Yeah, please, yeah, thanks.

-11:00, is it?
-[receipt tearing]

-[Dolly] Eleven o'clock...
-Yeah, okay.

-...we close, Saturday.
-Okay. Yeah, I'll be there. Thanks.

Get your feet off the rug.

-[sniggers]
-[giggles]

All right?

[Jodie] You come here
to talk business?

Erm, yeah, well,
trying to help her out,

and I thought it might be good
for you too, and maybe...

-What?
-Little introduction fee?

You know, like when I send
people to the shop.

You're a cheeky f*ck.

Yeah...
I've just lost me job. [chuckles]

Quick, before my daughter
comes down.

I know a gaff
where no-one else is working,

and the bouncers are dopes.

Gets packed with loads of cuzzies,

so I just need something
to sell there, and a bit of backup.

-How many cuzzies?
-Loads.

[scoffs]

-How long have you known her?
-Donkeys. She's sound.

[sighs] Do you want a cup of tea?

Yes, please.

[both giggle]

[brooding music playing]

Sugar?

She's Carl Sweeney's missus?

-Yeah.
-You brought me here?

I robbed his drugs.

It's all right. He's dead.

[hesitates]
But I kicked it off, though.

I'm the reason he's dead.

-Just don't tell her.
-[Casey] As if I'm gonna tell her!

Me mum said do you want toast?

Oh, yeah. Lovely, that.
Yeah, sound.

[keys jingling]

-[Franny] Hey!
-[Debs inhales] Not now.

[music concludes]

[Debs] All right?

Your mate's a f*cking idiot.

I can't go to prison, Franny.

I know. You won't.

You've got to sort it.

[Franny] I will. [sighs]

Don't worry. [exhales]

[sighs]

[Franny scoffs]

Love you.

"Love you too, Dad".

[smooches]

-[mellow music playing]
-[car engine revs]

[indistinct chatter]

[commentator
speaking indistinctly over TV]

b*stards!

[exhales sharply]

[commentary continues]

[Tom groans]

[exhales]

[mobile phone buzzing]

-[commentator continues speaking]
-[crowd cheering over TV]

Erm, I came 'cause,
er, you know, last night...

[clicks tongue, sighs]

Did you sleep down here?

By the time it takes me
to get up them stairs,

it's time for me
to come down them stairs.

Anyway, the television's here.

Do you want a brew?

Yeah.

-Christopher.
-[Chris] Mm?

[Tom] There's cake in the tin,
if you want it.

[breathes sharply]

[jar lid opens]

[cash shuffling]

[breathes sharply]

[kettle lid opens, clatters]

-[snuffles]
-[faucet running]

[breathes sharply]

-Here. There?
-Oh...

-[Chris sighs]
-Thanks.

[music intensifies]

[Chris sighs]

[smacks lips]

[cup clattering]

-Er, 105?
-Yes, please.

Ta, Thank you.

I thought you weren't coming back.

-[cash shuffling]
-[Dolly mumbling]

Hundred and five. Oh,
she'll be made up with that.

-Yeah, she will. Thanks a lot.
-[Dolly] All right, then!

-Okay, bye. Thank you.
-[Dolly] Bye now.

[indistinct chatter]

[music concludes]

[Ben] Like I said last week,
I don't read books, but this one,

like I said, blown away.

I was blown right away by, erm...

No, no. Hang on, that's not true.
I read them by that fella.

That fella
that used to be in the Army.

-What's his name?
-[Sol] McNabb.

[Ben] No, the other fella.
[smacking lips]

When does this work?

[squeaks]

Chris, do you want to...

Yeah, yeah, I... Look,
I'm sorry... sorry mate,

but I just...

I'm tired.
I was working last night.

But I tried this. [chuckles]
Right? I tried us.

I tried therapy.

I even bought a book
in a charity shop the other day.

I'm trying, right?
But when does it f*cking kick in?

Well, you've only done
a few sessions,

and, you know, whilst I'm sure
a book will be helpful, this...

I was sitting
looking at me dad, yesterday.

I went to see me dad yesterday.

-[Sol] Why yesterday?
-[sighs]

I dropped off a fare...
in his street, opposite his house.

I thought, "Yeah, why not"?

I haven't been in there
for years, like...

And he's a gobshite.

He's sitting there,
old man now, like...

But he hasn't changed, not really.

Exactly the same
as when I was a kid.

He can't even wipe
his own arse any more,

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

Don't know why I went.

I mean, I... I know why I...
I went, 'cause I'm a dickhead.

I just wish I hadn't.

I could have
just f*cking drove off.

And that's what I'm talking about.

The same f*cking mistakes
over and over again,

just when I think I'm moving
in the right direction.

[breathes sharply]

Well, at least you're recognising
those mistakes.

Yeah, but recognising them
is not the same

as not making them, is it, Father?

Well, maybe not this time,
but understanding...

-[exhales sharply]
-...the same mistakes...

[Father Liam] Yeah...

I... I get that.

What I'm trying to say is
that self-reflection isn't staring

into a mirror where you can see
all the... [inhales sharply]

...wrinkles and bags
under your eyes.

It should be like
looking into a pond

as the ripples fade.

But what if I'm just a twat?

'Cause, erm,
my old fella used to say

I just like making trouble
for meself.

[Father Liam] It takes time.

[Sol] Who was it who said, erm,

"They f*ck you up, your parents"?

Andy McNabb.

-[Sol] I said McNabb.
-[member] You what?

-[Ben] Did you?
-[Sol] I said McNabb before.

[member] When did Andy McNabb write
about his parents f*cking him up?

[Ben] No, I was talking about...

Andy McNabb,
because I read a book...

Hey, boss, erm, Chris Carson here.

Erm, I know... I know
what you said yesterday,

and I get it,

but I wondered if you'd reconsider,

or even if you know
of anything else.

I f*cking need a day job.
[chuckles] Sorry.

Drop me a message
or a call or whatever.

[children cheering indistinctly]

[Chris] You all right?
Who's winning?

No idea,
I've been looking at me phone.

[chuckles]

I got the London job.

I'm gonna say "No".

-What?
-[Kate] Yeah.

Tilly and you,
it's important to her, so...

Well, you've got this new job,

and it's a new start
for you and her, and...

it's good for her, so...

She was made-up
when she heard you got the day job.

I thought you'd be happy.

No, I am.

Right now,
of course I'm happy, yeah.

Just a bit...

That's it.
Pressure, Blues, come on!

Close her down!

[Kate] Have you got
a start date yet?

No start date as yet, no,

but, erm,
I don't think it'll be long.

That's it. Clear it! Clear it!
Well played!

[team cheers]

-Great.
-Whoo!

Well played, girls.
Did they win or what?

What's she doing there?

-Hiya, loves.
-[Chris] Hiya, you all right?

-Hi, darling.
-[Jodie] Okay?

[Chris] Yeah, good.
Come here, darling.

Come here.

-Did you win?
-We got beat, 7-1.

Maybe try golf or something.

Love that coat.
Can't beat a bargain.

Right, well,
she's got homework, so, erm...

Okay, great.
Love you, darling. Unlucky.

-See you later.
-Lexie's not playing, is she?

What? Christ, no.

Jesus.

-Come on, let's walk.
-You what?

Let's walk.

She won't come since Carl...

Lexie.

-It was their thing, the footy.
-Mm-hmm.

She took down
all the Liverpool pictures

-and everything after he died.
-Oh.

-So, it wasn't all bad, then?
-[chuckles]

Jodie... what are we doing?

[sighs] Look...

I need you to go on the dock
and get some drugs for me.

[laughs] You are... [sniggers]

I need you to go on the dock
and get some drugs for me.

Barry and Ian can't get them,
and I'm desperate, and I'm skint,

-and I'm about to lose everything.
-How the f*ck are you skint?

[Jodie] I bought the dessert shop

with the stuff you gave me,
but that money's gone,

and the shop's sh*t,
and I f*cking hate the kids!

I can't!
It's just a disaster!

I can't get past the port police,
but you can.

And there's money in it
for you as well.

No. No!

-I need it!
-[Chris] Don't care.

-But...
-No!

f*cking said "No".

-Jesus Christ!
-It'll take you ten minutes.

You're taking the piss.
You're f*cking taking the piss!

You don't care about "me".

Asking me to do
all this f*cking sh*t

like everybody else?

You just seen me in here
with Tilly!

[suspenseful music playing]

-[Kate] Sorry.
-Yeah! Me too.

sh*t.

[door lock clicks]

[music concludes]

-[Chris] You okay?
-[Rachel] Yeah.

Just wanted to check about the g*n.

Sorry?

I think there was someone
down there who didn't hear that.

There's no-one out there, Chris.

-It stinks of kebab in here.
-[Chris] Thanks, mate.

[keys thud]

[Chris] Right, you hungry?

Chris, we need to plan.

We need to think through
what might come back on us.

No, I... I chucked it.
Don't worry about it.

What about CCTV
or doorbell footage?

-Did you think of that?
-[Chris] Nobody knows

we were there,
so nobody's checking footage.

I think the guy who left it there
knows we were there.

Yeah, of cour... Yeah.
He's down the nick right now,

reporting it missing.

Forget it, okay?

-[washing machine whirring]
-[Adele babbling]

[mobile phone vibrating, ringing]

Hello.

[Moira over call]
I got eight weeks.

Why?

Well, because the magistrate's
a dickhead!

[Marco over call] No.

Nah. No, like,
I... I can't look after her

for eight weeks.

I mean, it...
I don't know what I'm doing.

-I haven't got a clue here.
-It's not my fault.

Whose fault is it, Moira?
You beat up a paedo.

[Moira] Turns out
he wasn't even a paedo.

He just moved up here
from Cornwall.

Nah, f*cking hell.
What am I... am I gonna do?

[Moira] Well, you said you wanted
to spend more time with her.

Yeah, I meant
taking her to Maccies,

not having her paying rent.
Don't know

what she eats, or nothing.

Listen, just take a deep breath.

Nah. No, no, no, no.
I can't do this.

[stammers] I'm gonna have to ring
the Social or something.

[Moira] Hey! Now, you listen to me.

If that child goes into care,
Marco, I will f*cking stab you.

You can't let anything
go wrong here.

She has to stay with you,
you know that.

Marco, just listen to me, okay?

A social worker
will be in touch for a visit.

-You cannot let that child down.
-[dial tone beeping]

-[Moira] Give her a cuddle from...
-[line disconnects]

Moira?

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

The chicken ones are all right,
but is that batter?

[Franny] Chris,
how you doing, man? All right?

-[upbeat music plays over speakers]
-Rach... Come sit down!

I'm not asking.

Who are you, mate?
Oof, all right, standing up.

Where's me g*n, dickhead?

You what? [exhales]

Do I have to ask you again?
What you on about?

Oh, we're acting daft now?

I can't be arsed
acting daft, Chris.

If you didn't know
what I was talking about,

I don't think you'd have sat down.

All right, f*ck it,
you owe me ten grand.

-[scoffs]
-[Rachel] Excuse me?

[grunts]
I've had to pay someone now

to deal with Hodgkin.

Plus, I'm out of pocket
for the strap.

All that comes to about ten grand,
so you owe me ten grand.

Deal with him?

Yeah, deal with him.

It's the last thing I wanted.

If yous two had done
what you were supposed to do,

-we wouldn't be in this position.
-Mate...

[tense music playing]

...what are you talking about,
what we were "supposed to do"?

It was supposed to be drugs, right?

No-one mentioned anything
about a g*n.

Whatever happened, then,
happened, right?

It's happening now.

That's f*cking happening.

-So, you owe me ten grand.
-No.

[Franny] Don't start arguing
the f*cking toss, Chris.

It'll be 15 by the time
you finish your sentence.

[Chris] Listen to me, mate.
Listen to me.

I don't care what you think
you're coming at me with.

All right?
You're a f*cking little rat.

[laughs] f*cking hell, Chris.

I don't give a f*ck about
anything you're saying to me.

-You're f*cking putting...
-Kiss your mother with that mouth?

So, that's 15 grand.

I don't like wasting food, Chris.

Rach, pleasure.

-[door opens, closes]
-What have you got me into?

-I asked if you could smell gas.
-Someone die...

[in hushed voice] Someone died.

[in hushed voice] Oh, f*ck...

[Rachel] We're gonna go
to f*cking prison

if anyone sees that video.

What do we do?

We're not gonna
f*cking do anything.

We don't do anything?
"Oh, I threw it in the canal".

-I told you, Chris.
-f*ck's sake.

-[engine roars, tyres screech]
-[music concludes]

My wife won't be able
to get past this.

I said my wife will have to walk
in the road!

I heard you.

[neighbour]
Parking on the pavement...

I'll park on your f*cking head,
mate, all right?

Wind your neck in and f*ck off.

-Prick.
-[alarm ringing]

[William]
He was walking up the path.

-[alarm stops]
-[Debs] Hello!

You all right,
sorting that pizza, love?

What the f*ck have you got us into?

You come to my house kicking off?

This isn't kicking off, mate, Okay?

But hang about, 'cause kicking off
is f*cking coming.

-Your mate Hodgkin is dead.
-What? Who told you that?

I don't know, Debs,

but this dickhead
pulled me at me gaff,

tells me Hodgkin's dead,
and that I owe him f*cking money

for the hit man and a g*n.

Who's this fella
calling the shots, Deb?

-A g*n?
-Yeah, a g*n in the garage

-that you had us search.
-The search was for weed.

Yeah, and we found a g*n! Keep up.

A g*n?

Earth calling Orson,
yes, a f*cking g*n!

He's telling me
that Hodgkin's dead,

and that I owe him 15 grand.

-He k*lled Hodgkin?
-Wake up!

Get in the room, will you? Focus!

Jesus Christ!

Who is he, what's he got on you,
and how do I sort this?

-I don't... f*ck.
-Oh, mate, just think, please.

My height,
f*cking scrawny, floppy hair.

Don't pretend
like you don't know him.

-He's got a video of me, Debs.
-Just pay him the money, then.

Me paying him
is not gonna fix it,

'cause then I'm on the hook.

Jesus Christ, just f*cking find it!

Go!

-[Chris] You're a moral coward.
-[exhales sharply]

[brooding music playing]

-[door opens, slams]
-[sighs]

[mobile phone keypad clacking]

f*ck! f*ck! [exhales sharply]

[speaks indistinctly]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[music concludes]

[loud, bassy music
playing over speakers]

[Casey] What?

Oh, I haven't got time, Marco.

Hey, what do you know about babies?

-What's that?
-[Marco] It's a baby.

-[Casey chuckling]
-Come look at her, mate.

I can't even look after meself,
let alone her.

[Casey] Well,
what do you think I know?

Well, you're a girl, aren't you?

[Casey] Who robbed me hairdryer?

-f*ck off!
-I've lost me job as well.

Well, it was a sh*t job anyway.

Hey, don't... don't be swearing
around the baby, Casey.

sh*t's not swearing.

[distant laughter and shouting]

Do you reckon any of the women
in here have got kids?

They hate kids in here.
That wouldn't last two minutes.

-[Marco] Adele.
-What about her?

Well, that's her name, Adele.

-Well, does Adele have a hairdryer?
-[Marco] No.

Well, then, I'm not interested.

Come on, Case,
I'm being serious, mate.

-Case!
-I told you not to biff her.

Remember, the party?
I said, "Don't biff her".

Then what did you do?
You went and ruined your life.

Hey, she hasn't ruined me life.

Don't be slagging off her ma
while she's sitting here as well.

-Well, where is her ma?
-Prison.

Right then, there you go.
Your ma's ace, mate. Happy days.

Don't bring me down, Marco.
Not tonight.

Move!
Tonight's big for me, all right?

-What do you mean?
-[Casey] I've got me meeting.

-What meeting?
-Didn't I tell you?

Get on it, lad.
I'm going the club with Jodie.

Proper big-time drug dealer,
me, now, you know?

Selling stripes
in some sh*t club's not big time.

Well, it will be the way
I'm gonna do it.

Look, I'll box the meeting,
and then I'll bell you.

-We can sort Amy out, then.
-Adele.

No, you won't,
'cause you're gonna go

and get off your head instead.

No, I promise.

Lad, I won't let yous down.

Right.

-I've got to go.
-Go on.

Now, let's do one.

-[door opens]
-[music concludes]

Did she win?

-No. [chuckles]
-No?

I would have come, you know?

I know,
but she likes her dad there.

Yeah. No, fair enough. I see that.

He tell you about the job? [sighs]

Yeah, he did.

-[Mullen] Yeah. Gutted for him.
-Gutted?

[Mullen] Kennedy
basically told him to his face...

that he wasn't gonna
get the gig. [sighs]

What?

[Mullen] Well, that's what I heard.

[brooding music playing]

[seagulls squawking]

[machine whirring]

[engine revs]

[sighs heavily]

[music concludes]

[traffic whizzing]

[mobile phone buzzing]

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

[speaks indistinctly]

[continues speaking indistinctly]

[in hushed voice]
Such a dickhead. [snuffles]

-[breathes heavily]
-[mobile phone buzzing]

[Chris over call] Hey, mate,
listen, don't come in tonight.

Just call in and say
you've got the shits.

What?

Just ring in,
say you've got the shits,

so I can go and do a thing
that'll sort stuff out for us.

What are you on about?

[Chris] Just say
you've got the shits.

Are you stupid?

f*ck's sake, Chris,

you thinking
that you can do stuff on your own

is what keeps causing
this sh*t to happen.

I'm coming in, and whatever it is,
we sort it out together, all right?

Yeah. Yeah, all right.

-All right.
-[music intensifies]

You okay?

-No, not really, but who cares?
-[Chris] What do you mean?

[call disconnects]

So, you thought
you'd just drive round

and tell him
he can't come with you?

-Well, I'm a bizzie.
-He's a bizzie.

No, he's a sea bizzie.
Who gives a f*ck about that?

It's his patch.
You have to listen to him.

You know he has to escort everyone.

f*cking hell.

[Chris] All right, then,
you go in and distract him.

Give him some flannel,

keep him talking,
and I go on the job,

I do the do.

[Rachel]
It's just such a sh*t plan.

[Chris] I didn't say
it wasn't a sh*t plan, did I?

Rachel, mate,
we need 15K, all right?

Christ, do you wanna
go to prison or what?

All right.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

[Chris] Good, let's f*cking do it.

[dramatic music builds]

-[Rachel] Stop.
-[tyres screech]

-Turn around.
-What now?

-Go back the other way.
-[music concludes]

[Rachel] Him, over there.

[sighs]

-Excuse me.
-[dog barking in distance]

Where's the sun gone?

What?

[Neil] I thought that was it,
but it's not.

-Oh, f*ck me. [sighs]
-What's your name, mate?

Don't know.

-Do you know where you live?
-[Joan] Excuse me!

-You good?
-Yeah. Yeah, you go.

I woke up, and...

it was dark.

-Where's the sun gone?
-It's night, mate.

I'm his neighbour.
I was getting the cat in,

and I saw
him walking out the house.

-Where's his house?
-[Joan] Round the corner.

I was gonna ring you. [sighs]

I don't know
the right way of saying this,

-but, erm, he's not all there.
-[mutters] Oh, f*cking hell.

Okay, so what's up with him?

They keep themselves
to themselves, him and his wife,

so I don't know much about him.

But, erm, a few years ago,
he was in a coma.

Look, erm, do you mind
getting in the car with us,

and you can just show us
where he lives? Is that okay?

-[Joan] Yeah.
-Thanks.

[sighs, in hushed voice]
f*cking hell.

-[door creaks]
-[Chris] Hello?

Hello? Police.

Anyone there?

Anyone there? No.

Anyone home?

No. [sighs]

Come in. Come in.

-[Rachel] In you go.
-[inhales]

Oh, mind your step. There you go.

[inhales] Hmm.

Okay, all right, good lad.

-[inhales sharply]
-Erm...

-Yeah?
-Shall I see

if I can speak
to some neighbours?

[Chris] Yeah, good. [sighs]

-Good plan.
-[Rachel] Yeah.

Eh, so, er, Neil, mate...

Your name's Neil, yeah?
This... this is your house?

-[Neil] Yeah?
-Well...

-[Chris sighs] Yeah, I'll just...
-[paper crinkling]

[breathes sharply]

Oh. Oh. [groans]

-Oh, can I keep this?
-Yeah, this... Go for it.

"If it's dark,
don't panic, it is just night".

"The sun will come back
in the morning".

There you go. [sighs]
There you go.

-[Rachel] Make me one?
-[Chris sighs]

-I spoke to one of the neighbours.
-[Chris] And... [sighs]

He saw the wife leaving in her car
about an hour ago.

-Where to?
-[Rachel] Don't know.

I've circulated the car for obs,

and they're checking
the hospitals for her.

-Is this yours, Neil?
-[Neil] What?

"My name is Neil".

"My memory has gone".

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

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

[Adele cries]

-[shushes]
-[door bangs]

-[Adele continues crying]
-[banging continues]

I'm not smoking weed.
Don't be kicking off.

-[Brenda] Whose is that baby?
-Mine.

[Brenda] Oh, since when
have you had a baby?

The only girl
who's been inside your flat...

-I can't be arsed with...
-was a bizzie

with a search warrant,
you little...

-[Adele continues crying]
-Bren...

sorry about that.

I don't know what to do with her.

-Well, have you fed her?
-Yeah.

Nappy, cuddle?

No.

She hates me.

Go on, put your kettle on.

Nah, she can't have
tea or nothing. [snuffles]

She's just a little baby,
like, so...

For you, dickhead.

Move.

[snuffles]

[gurgles]

[Brenda]
Make sure the frills are out.

[Adele continues gurgling]

-[Brenda] Both legs.
-She keeps moving.

What do you want her to do?

[Adele coos, gurgles]

[inhales] Sound. Piece of piss.

Practice, isn't it?

-You got kids?
-[Brenda groaning]

Three,

-and five grandkids.
-Oh, yeah?

-This is me first.
-Go away!

-[chuckles]
-[chuckles]

[grunts]

I wanna be a good dad.

[Brenda] Ah, you'll soon
get the hang of it, lad.

You just need to keep an eye
on that nappy, every hour or so.

-What, every hour?
-[Brenda] Give or take.

-[Adele crying]
-I've only got this one left.

The supermarket's open all night.

-I'll watch her...
-[coos]

-...but hurry up.
-Oh, Bren... love you.

-Ah, go on.
-[Adele continues cooing]

[energetic dance music
playing over speakers]

[music concludes]

[Matty] So, let me get this right.

You wanna come into my club
and sell drugs?

In essence, yeah.

Do I look like a dickhead?

Look...

if you let us into your club
to do our job,

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

But isn't that against the law?

Now, who's being taken
for a dickhead?

Mate, the only reason
why we're here

is 'cause
you're sh*t at selling drugs.

Let us do it for you,

-and you'll be minted.
-[mobile phone buzzing]

[Casey] Look, the other night
when you brought me in here,

made me empty my pockets,
why didn't you ring the bizzies?

Now, my gear's
sitting in that drawer,

making nobody nothing,

and we all know your bouncers
are sh*t at selling sh*t,

because the first time
I came here,

they tried to sell me ket
on the door.

Some jarred nightclub, this, lad.

Look...

everyone here just wants to make
some money, don't they?

[sighs]

[smacks lips] Yeah.

So, how much is in it for me?

-[bass thumping]
-[Casey] Did I do all right?

-Smashed it. [chuckles]
-Good. [chuckles]

Yeah, it was good,
weren't it? [laughs]

Don't be celebrating.
That was Bujar.

The captain of the ship
with our lemo on,

which is sailing on the high tide,

because they can't keep pretending
their engine's knackered.



You made us look
like f*cking idiots!

Relax.
Bizzie's gonna get it for us.

-Carson?
-Yeah. I've got a plan.

So, get in that frigging van
and stop moaning.

-You an' all, go.
-f*ck did I do?

[Jodie]
You just stood there, lad! Go!

f*cking talking to me like that.
Swear to God.

Hey, are we relying
on mad Chris Carson?

What else do I do?

[mobile phone buzzes]

[sighs] One sec.

Yeah?

You'll have to be there
before 1:30.


I can't just leave.

You'll have to,
because that boat's sailing,

unless you know
someone with a submarine.

Can't one of the crew
just leave the bag somewhere?

[Jodie over call] No,
the port police are all over them.

Besides,
they can't get off the boat,

because they don't have visas.

-[in hushed voice] Oh!
-It's now or never, Chris,

and I'm telling you now,
if it is never, it's forever-never.

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

Okay, I'll bell you back.
[breathes sharply]

[Rachel] What's happening?

Erm... [sighs] Right.

[inhales] The boat
with all the gear on it

sails at 1:30.
We need to leave now.

-Well, we can't leave him.
-[hob ignition clicking]

-What the f*ck?
-Okay.

-Okay, get him, get him.
-[Rachel] Neil... Okay, okay.

[inhales sharply]
Get your cardie on. [exhales]

That's it.

Other arm.

Other arm.
Yeah, yeah, there you go.

That all right?

[dramatic music playing]

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

[Rachel] Neil... it's okay, mate.

[indistinct chatter]

-[Chris] Here we go.
-Morning, officer!

-Hey, mate!
-What can I do for you?

Erm, enquiries on the docks, mate.

Whereabouts exactly?
'Cause I'll need to escort you.

Oh, right. Yeah, er...

I did have it here somewhere.

[Rachel] You might have
put it in here.

[Gavin] Who's this?

Hmm? That's, er, DS Neil. Yeah.

All right.

And do us a favour, will you, mate?

Pop the barrier,
so I can just pull in

and, er, search in the boot
for the name of that...

I'd love to,
but it's not worth me job.

-I need to see something.
-Just... Literally, just there.

J... I'll just be there.

Thanks, mate.

Nice one.

[Gavin] Just hold there a sec
while I get me things.

[Chris] Good luck.

Okay?

-[radio ringing, beeping]
-[indistinct radio chatter]

It's nice and warm in here.

[Gavin] I've got a heater on
under me desk, yeah.

I've got me clipboard.
I just need to get some details

-from your...
-[Rachel] Oh, they've gone.

Yeah, they'll be back in a minute.

[Gavin] I'm supposed to get details
from everybody

-who comes through here.
-What's your name?

Gavin.

[Rachel] Got your own command
and control system, Gavin?

Yeah.
It's connected to your system.

[Rachel] Yeah, 'course it is.

[Gavin] I really do need to get
some login details from you.

-I'm supposed to be escorting them.
-No, I know.

[Gavin] It's dead
against port policy

for you lot to even be in here
without me getting

-some kind of details.
-Er, Gavin, do you have any water?

Right.

Neil, you're gonna have to stay
in the car. Okay, mate?

Do you know what?
Put... put that in your book, mate,

so... so you know,
to stay in the car.

-I'll be dead quick, I promise.
-[Neil] Where's the sun gone?

f*ck's sake, Neil!

Christ, there's no sun!
It's f*cking night-time!

Look out the f*cking window, lad!
It's night-time. There's no sun!

Stay there, okay? Stay there.

[foghorn honking]

Please, God, don't tell me that.
Don't f*cking tell me that.

f*ck. No. No. No, no, no.

[Gavin] Could you call him, please?

He'll be back in a minute.

Well, would you...
Could you call him?

Please, call him.

[Rachel] Been doing security long,
have you, Gav?

It's not security, it's police.

It's not really, though, is it?

-[breathes sharply]
-[Casey] Hiya.

Is that...

[Casey] Bunked over the wall
and asked the captain.

Where's your mate going?

-Oh, sh*t! Don't f*cking move!
-[tense music builds]

[Chris] Stop.
All right, mate. All right.

No. No, no, no.
It's okay. It's all right.

Hang on, where's she?
Where's she?

Just stay...
stay there. Stay there.

Casey? Casey!

Casey!

I told you to wait.

-Hey, let's, erm...
-The sun.

No, it's not
the f*cking sun, is it?

-[Casey] Hiya.
-f*cking hell.

Give me the bag.

Get... get in the car.
Mind your head.

There you go.

[Rachel] Barrier, open it!

-Did you get it?
-Mm-hmm.

[Casey groans]

What the f*ck is she doing here?

Rachel, honest to God, it's sorted.

-Okay? It's just... It's sorted.
-[scoffs]

[police siren wailing]

[music intensifies]

[music concludes]