I want to come in. I'm ready for the consequences.
BIRD CAWS
LEAVES RUSTLE
BIRD CAWS
GASPS
GROANS
Were you looking for me?
No.
ANDY GROANS
I need your help with summat.
Can you walk?
Yeah.
Got anything to write on?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Why are you hiding in the woods?
ANDY GROANS
I did something...terrible.
The police, they'll be after me.
What did you do?
It was an accident.
They'll be here soon. We don't have long.
We should get going.
You always knew they'd...
..that they'd catch you?
Getting sent down anyway the day I left, so...
What's your plan?
Don't have one.
BIRDS CAW
DOGS BARK
HELICOPTER WHIRS
Over here!
WHISTLE BLOWS
PHONE CHIMES
I send you to have a discreet conversation
with a respected former officer,
and he puts a bullet through his brain.
Where are we placing this on the spectrum of
your professional catastrophes of late, DI Salisbury?
Well, to be fair to me,
he did only have a few weeks left to live.
After ten minutes with you, he thought,
"Why even bother with those?"
What did he tell you?
I told him that someone from his old unit
has been living their life under the identity
assigned to them by the Met,
maybe married with kids.
He was upset.
But...
...he had a hunch which officer it might be.
And did he give you a name?
No, just the code name.
Keats. The Romantic poet.
I know who Keats was! There were five of them
in the '80s who policed the trade unions and the like.
He sent a text before he shot himself to the other four.
Yes, we have his phone. I think one of those texts
might belong to the person we're looking for in Notts.
Well, that means going through
the Commissioner, the Home Office.
We can't just hand that over without...
I think I might...
I think I know who it is, sir.
IAN SIGHS
Jesus!
OK, well, keep me posted.
That were Kevin. He just spoke to someone who knows
the identity of the undercover copper here.
And?
The guy shot himself rather than reveal who it was.
If Scott knows who it is and I don't, then I can't control it,
I can't predict what he'll do next.
Half the country's police force have rocked up in our village.
That's not quite true, is it?
You'll get them in the end, Ian.
It's a worry that he's after them.
I worry that he's going to harm them,
and I...I can't protect them,
because I don't know who they are.
It'll be fine...in the end. I know it.
It always is.
Um, look,
I promised I'd have a drink with somebody
after work tonight,
so I may be a bit late.
Well, I'd rather you di...
PHONE RINGS
Yeah.
Sorry, I... No... Bye.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
Any sign? There's tracks heading in different directions
as he must have come and gone this past week.
They reckon the latest are heading down there,
so the dogs are already on the move.
Ian... There's two sets of tracks.
We think he's taken Andy Fisher.
Yes, it's DCS Ian St Clair here. Um...I have
a person of interest whose records are restricted,
and I need them unlocked.
Yeah, the name I have is...
..Helen St Clair.
You have been recruited for this covert operation
because we identified in you the skills needed
to survive such an ordeal.
Now...
..what do I mean by "ordeal"?
I mean the stresses and strains of living a lie
during both your working and personal time...
..and the way that
the unremitting nature of such pressure
can force upon you a wholly unique lifestyle.
So, your proposed alias died at only 11 months old.
There's no major news stories can be traced?
No, sir.
All right.
To Nottinghamshire you go.
DISTANT SIREN
CHATTER
WOMAN LAUGHS
Hey, not a chance.
Bugger off, the two of you.
Dean, what do you think you're playing at, you soft git?
Take 'em down!
Solidarity, mate! That's what I'm...
Gary? Can you get us a...?
All right? Nice to see you, love.
They lost the bloody game, Gary!
You two ganging up on me, as per usual.
I have work in the morning,
so this is my last drink, right?
I'm going to get the violins out, Cathy.
At least you're working.
How much does it cost per cross on Spot The Ball?
Here we go.
What have you crossed there for?
The players aren't even looking in that direction.
Why not? That's where I want to put it,
and that's why they lost the bastard game, Gary!
Don't you trust me?
Come on. Yeah.
That's a really good one. Could be right.
CHANTING: We're miners! United! We'll never be defeated!
We're miners! United! We'll never be defeated!
Julie's got some lungs on her, hasn't she, Cathy?
If you mean she's a mouthy gobshite, oh, aye.
Where did you say you washed up from again?
Oh, my dad got moved down from Bury.
He's at Clipstone pit now.
Clipstone? Aren't they all scabs down there?
No, not my old man.
Bloody hell! He's like your Gary -
thinks a picket line is sacrosanct.
Are they them St Clair brothers?
Ian and Martin, yeah. I'd let either of them come at me
with their baton, if you get my drift.
No, that were far too subtle - went right over me head.
It's "Sinclair",
not "Saint Clair". Don't give 'em
airs and graces they don't warrant
and haven't got.
CHANTING CONTINUES
Right. Shit, my boss'll have it in for me. I'll see you later.
CHANTING CONTINUES
Now, then, come on, keep back, keep the road clear.
So if I were to cross this line, you'd arrest me,
would you, Ian, for walking on my own street?
Yes. And they're my streets, an' all, Gary,
and the men who want to work.
And if any of your pals want to shout, "Scab,"
I'll arrest them for that too!
All right, treacle. Does it feel good, eh,
being a pawn in the tyrannical state?
Maggie's boot boys!
JEERING
CHANTING: Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!
CHANTING CONTINUES
Piss off back to London!
SIREN APPROACHES
Kevin? Yeah.
I, um...
..ordered you a beer. I wasn't sure.
Cheers.
Listen, um, I don't think I should be in the middle
of all this, with you and Ian.
You think I'm this other person that you and my husband
are looking for. Well, I'm not.
You have a restricted police record.
Does Ian know?
No-one knows.
Why?
Because as soon as you tell just one other person,
even the person you love most in the world, it starts to...
..define you and shape you.
And I refuse to give him that power.
Who?
My father.
He had this horrible habit of trying to kill us.
But that doesn't make you a spy.
Oh, right, you don't believe me?
Mother and child, a brand-new life in witness protection.
It does happen, you know. The problem is,
this person we're looking for, they'll have an uncanny ability
to convince people they're something they're not.
I think you're scared.
That's why you phoned me in a panic.
No, I called you
because I'm alerted if I'm searched for. I called you...
Because you think Scott's after you.
Look, if you need protection right now...
..all you've got to do
is admit it.
Just say the word.
It's not me!
PHONE RINGS
EXHALES
It's your husband.
Can you please, just please, let me talk to him about this?
Well, it may be the case. I don't care what it is.
Speak to him about whatever you like, just not this, please.
Don't get involved, Kevin.
WOMAN: Kevin?
Kevin?
What were you thinking?
Just that...
..you know, I do...
..er...
..like you, Jenny.
I like you a lot...
..ment.
That is not to dig myself a hole or anything.
JENNY CHUCKLES
So, when am I going to see you again?
How about tonight?
Clubbie's trying to throw a harvest festival thing for both sides.
If they play along...
..it might be a good night to slip away unseen.
I could do.
But I don't know.
JENNY CHUCKLES
CHATTER
Two days this week
I've seen you leave your brother alone on the line.
Don't do that again. I don't need
looking after! Bloody hell!
If your lot hadn't kicked off so bloody much,
I wouldn't have to run off
and leave him, would I? Boo-fucking-hoo.
Hard enough, a striking man in a strike-breaking village,
having to contend with two sons clearing a path for them, and all.
Dad, none of us knew this was going to kick off when we joined.
Well, you should've! Read your history books.
A long time coming.
A lot of folk round here are grateful.
You want gratitude as scabs?
Dad...
Look, I'm not saying I'm not proud of you both for...
It's just this thing isn't going away any time soon, all right?
Cos we're not backing down, and them fuckers
with Maggie's bonus lining their pockets aren't.
So there might come a time, is all I'm saying,
when you've got to make a choice. In the meantime...
..look after each other. Right?
You coming tonight, Dad?
Take charity off scabs?
I'll be at home, hungry but proud.
Shit.
OK, I need to tell someone this.
Can you keep a secret?
Yeah, course!
I've, er...
..sort of...
Look, I'm not proud of this.
But I have been seeing someone, actually.
Do tell!
He's...
He's a London copper.
You... You're kidding! Jenny Ryan!
It's not what it sounds like. He's...
He's not like the rest of them. He's...
Anyway, he's meant to be on duty tonight
guarding the bus garage,
but he's sneaking off to meet me instead.
Oh, shit.
I think I actually bloody like him!
Afternoon, gents.
Hey, do you fancy a bit of juicy gossip...
..about a certain London pig
having it off with a local lass?
Course they are.
Like Yanks during t'war, dipping their dirty wicks.
And, in fact, this one in particular...
..he should be on duty tonight guarding the bus garage
where the Met store their supplies.
But he's not going to be there,
he's going to be having it off instead.
Just thought you might like to know.
Hey...
..ta very much. It's all right.
You're welcome.
Hey, what do you reckon? Everyone else'll be here,
this do.
Could have a little raid,
help ourselves to some supplies.
I don't know. My boys, they're both in the force.
Oh, aye, yeah, the Met always obey t'rule of law, like.
It's only robbing a store cupboard.
That's all. Making a statement.
I see what you're saying, pal.
I'll not judge anyone else, but...
..your lot fly in and out over the border, Warnock.
We have to live here, win or lose. So, no...
..it's the allotment for me tonight.
All right. Suit yersen. More for us!
'Ey, what do cockneys eat, anyroad?
It's just eels and shit, innit?
Yeah, the uncouth bastards! ALL LAUGH
If there's anything you need from us,
you know, owt we can help you with...
Anything... Come on! Come on, piss off!
..just let me know. All right?
Goodnight, sir.
Thank you, Salisbury. Have a good night.
CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
CAR MOVES OFF
Come on, you idiot!
Where are you?
COMPERE: Once again, ladies and gentlemen,
you can leave your donations
up on the stage for the benefit of our striking miners.
But first, we do have a photographer here from the Chad
who's looking for some folk to be in a photo
to commemorate this evening.
Come on, Robbie, let's have you!
I don't... I don't really like having me photo taken.
This way.
FAINT CHATTER
...will be full of beer. Yeah.
LAUGHTER
Cockneys. Dirty bastards.
That's more like it.
Oh, fantastic.
LAUGHTER
TOILET FLUSHES
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
CRIES OUT
Shit!
Go. Go, just fucking leg it.
Now!
Jesus Christ, there's petrol everywhere!
FIRE ALARM RINGS
Whoa, shit!
Jenny! Er...
Gary.
Hi.
Um...
We're just, er...
Yeah, I know all about "just".
Gary,
can you, um...?
You're all right.
The only grass round here is on the ground.
POLICE RADIO: All units,
there's a huge fire reported at Vincent's bus garage.
They've set fire to the garage.
They what? It's in flames, yeah.
Them! It were them, their lot.
After all we tried to do tonight, an' all! Bastards!
There's a fire at Vincent's bus garage.
You'd better get over there, lads.
This is the thanks we get! Shit. Shit.
You don't think...? What?
Well, look.
Who's not here?
If it's the coach garage, it's going to be strikers, innit?
And...
No. Dad wouldn't.
Come on.
Stand back!
SIREN APPROACHES GLASS SMASHES
Stay back. Get back in.
Oh, my God.
That's Jonathan Ryan, Dad's mate.
SIREN APPROACHES
CRASHING
Oh, God.
Oh, God! Dad! Martin, come on.
Do you think it's him? Do you think he's in there?
Martin, don't do it. Wait...
SIREN APPROACHES SHOUTING IN DISTANCE
COINS RATTLE IN SLOT
PHONE RINGS
Yeah. It's me.
Keats. What the hell is going on up there?
Talk to me. Give me names.
I think this was me. Sorry?
I think this were my fault.
I told them that... No.
..the coach garage was...
This is the fault of the perpetrators. All right?
The militants who have been threatening disorder
for some time. It's why you're there.
Why?! Why am I here? I don't...
I don't know any more.
Look, the constabulary up there
need names, all right? So do your job.
Fuck!
Um...
Some of the most militant strikers
who weren't there tonight were...
..um...
..Gary Jackson...
..um...
..Jonny Ryan...
MAN SHOUTING IN PAIN
Tell me how bad it is.
Where is he? Hospital.
He's being seen to. I'm going down there.
You need to let them get on with their jobs. Dad! Fuck!
Where were you...
..last night? Were you at home?
What are you...?
I were...
I were with some of t'lads.
Jonno. Warnock.
Look, they're going to put it together
that it were probably strikers that did this.
And there's only a handful in the village.
Now, I can't help you unless I know the truth.
Did you...?
Dad...
..did you start that fire?
EXHALES
No.
We never meant to...
We were just nabbing some supplies, like. Right?
I don't know what happened after that, some accident...
So you were there.
He knew.
Martin ran in there because he thought that you were inside!
What do you mean?
You mean you left him?
Who even are you?
Wanting to be the big man, eh? Police officer?
You can't even look after your own family!
You're fucking useless!
Go on, go. I don't want to see you. Go!
SOBS
BREATHES HEAVILY
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Ian, you all right?
I'm, er...
Yeah. Fine, Gary.
Right, what is going on?
Oh...
You should know that someone's come forward...
..with names.
A source, OK?
Who? Who's the source? What source? Who?
Ian? Have you got a minute?
Ian?
Ian!
We got it wrong about Gary Jackson.
That Met lad who deserted his post saw him at the allotments.
I need you to go and take his statement.
Sounds like he's been a naughty boy.
DOOR CLOSES
PC Salisbury?
PC St Clair.
Ian.
Kevin.
Shouldn't I be questioned by an officer of a higher rank?
BREATHES SHARPLY
Everyone's a little stretched this morning...
..as I'm sure you can imagine.
IAN BREATHES SHARPLY
You saw Gary Jackson on his allotment last night.
How?
Weren't you meant to be on duty?
Yeah.
Er...
I was meant to meet a girl.
A girl?
Local girl, I'm guessing.
It's not what it sounds like. What does it sound like?
I just don't want you to think that...
..you know, that I abandoned my responsibilities just...
..for some...
..when it's actually...
It's more...
..than that. A lot more.
Aw.
I'm not expecting some comradely understanding here. Good.
Because my brother is in hospital...
..with his skin melting off.
What's this girl's name?
Jennifer Ryan.
She's a, er...
..teacher at the primary school.
She's at the hospital. I...
I think her father...
Is dead.
Yeah.
Because of you.
All right.
Your own superior
will decide what action will be taken.
But you can rest assured...
..I will be making a full report.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
CLATTERING
CLEARS HIS THROAT
I didn't know what to get you,
so I got you a pint. Cheers.
I know you did a background check into Helen.
Ian... You should have told me.
Yeah, well, I didn't know how.
We needed to eliminate her as a suspect, and I'd assumed
that wasn't something you'd feel comfortable with.
What, you think I'd let my personal circumstances
cloud my professional judgment?
Well, you're wrong...
..because I checked her out as well.
I put my duty first...
..no matter what the consequences. You of all people
should know that. Yeah,
although maybe you didn't have to dismantle my career
in the process, before it had even begun.
If you'd just stayed at your post...
..just done your job...
..none of this would have happened.
Yeah, I know that. I know that.
And I've carried that.
We were too young, all of us. The situation they put us in...
Look at what we did to each other...
..what we're still doing.
Well...
..until Scott's in custody,
I'm going to take Helen somewhere safe.
It's not her. I was wrong.
Hmm. I've not got the results back yet of her file.
I have. She checks out.
Look, er, I shouldn't...
Just...
..just speak with her.
What do they say?
Mate, stop.
You're doing it again.
She's your wife.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I'm trying to be your friend.
Yeah, well, I don't need a friend,
I just need this job done.
And I'll do it.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
Where are we?
Alamo colliery.
The track leads to nowhere now.
Hey...
..maybe nowhere can be somewhere for us.
I want to get caught.
I want them to know that I want to get caught.
Give me a chance to explain myself, ask for forgiveness.
Forgiveness?
Who from?
Hey? Your son?
He ain't never going to forgive you, pal.
He needs to know it was an accident.
Sorry, but you're delusional, mate.
He's going to hate you...
..for the rest of your life, what you did.
Do you believe in an afterlife?
In Islam, there's a place...
..called Araf.
It's like the Catholics' purgatory, a border
between two places.
Heaven and Hell.
Patala in Buddhism.
I don't know.
If all your sins are balanced with all your virtues...
..everything good you did...
..with everything bad...
You can wait there for a while
for your fate to be decided,
for it to...tip one way or another.
EXHALES
If you're allowed guests there, like a visitors' room,
while you wait...
..oh, that's where I'll see her again...
..my wife.
She'll wait for me there.
I know it.
I know.
Go on.
Go on. It's OK. Just, er...
Just be quick.
UNZIPPING Please.
Please just...just be quick.
There.
It's back on.
Not long now.
FAINT BEEPING
Andy left a message on his home answering machine.
Neel called it in. Boss? Right, even though
phones normally ping from three towers, the remote area means
the phone Andy Fisher's using is only pinging off two.
Nevertheless, that means we can still roughly isolate
his last location to these areas here.
Thanks. I'm not sure
it's right I'm here. You know, the sight of me might, like...
You should have seen the way he looked at me before he ran.
No, it's just a precaution, you know, in case
we need someone he trusts to talk to him.
Don't worry.
It'll be fine. It's all going to be fine.
HELICOPTER WHIRS
BREATHES HEAVILY
DOGS BARK
There he is.
Armed police! Drop your weapon!
Dad!
DOGS BARK
HELICOPTER WHIRS
Contact, front. Armed police!
Drop your weapon!
Armed police!
Drop your weapon now!
Put your hands up!
WHIMPERS
Get down!
Right, he needs to drop that weapon,
and then he can come out unharmed, all right?
Dad!
Dad, if you drop whatever you're carrying,
it'll be all right. They promise.
Come on! What are you doing?
Look at us! Look at where we are! Please, Dad!
Please wait for me.
Trudy?
Trudy...
..please wait for me.
SNIFFS
Armed police! Armed police!
Drop your weapon! Armed police!
Show me your hands! Drop your weapon!
Andy!
Armed police! Put it down!
Armed police! Show me your hands!
Armed police! Drop your weapon!
Armed police! Show me your hands!
SHOUTS OUT
GROANS
GASPS
GROANS
HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD
Dad! All right!
SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY
DOGS BARK
Dad!
Get... Get off me!
Get off me! Get off me! Get off me...
Stay there. Just stay there.
Where the hell is he?
DOOR CLOSES
He'll be going back down to the Smoke,
get him away from all this mess.
And it's all thanks to your report, Ian.
Tough night.
Yeah. I know.
I hear you're keen on becoming a detective one day.
Good.
I'm sorry about your brother. I am.
Martin deserves justice.
Something good to come out of all this.
As you know...
..there's been a sort of informant
step forward with a list of names...
..the more militant locals from last night without alibis.
Gary's on that list...
..which, obviously, brings into question
the rest of the information...
..given what we've just been told by our pal from the Met.
It'd help...
..if the rest of the names were corroborated on record...
..by an actual officer.
You were at the clubbie, so you can confirm who was absent.
The force would be very grateful.
You're a good policeman, Ian.
You don't have to say any names...
..just confirm them...
..confirm who we've got. All right?
OK.
Jonathan Ryan, the deceased.
Yes.
Liam Warnock?
Yes.
Ron St Clair?
I need you to say the words, Ian.
You've got to say it. It's all right.
Yeah.
James Apestead.
What's going on? We're not meant to meet like this,
in broad daylight. We're meant to be professionals. Professio...?!
Kids! We're just kids out here, playing games, no clue what...
Stirring shit up, starting fires.
I need you to take a second and think about this.
Our job was to stir,
flush out the troublemakers, and then we go home!
Our tour is nearly over.
Tour?
They call it a tour, like it's a war. Where's the war?
Who's the enemy? Is it this lot?
They've done nothing to me but welcome me in.
The only place I've ever been somewhere that felt...
Why did I give those names? I shouldn't have.
Shouldn't...
Keats!
My name isn't Keats! I don't... I don't fucking have a name.
Yes, you do. You do have a name here.
EXHALES SHARPLY
Just breathe.
What's your name, officer?
It's Daphne.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Were you a million miles away then?
Or do you just want to be?
Mickey, you shouldn't.
Big wide world out there.
I could show you a life of adventures.
Right, what do you fancy?
Don't. That's too obvious.
A pint of mild. Ta.
What?
You fascinate me. What can I say?
Look, I'm not a bad guy.
You know, people think...
Well, just cos I don't follow the crowd,
cos I'm me own man on the outside...
A bit like you.
I'm not on the outside. I think you are.
If you can find someone
to live on the outside with, together...
Take another trip with me,
a drive out somewhere. No pressure.
You, me...
Mickey, that were a mistake. It's...
It's just dead complicated, OK? I can't explain.
OK.
It never is, though. Folk make it complicated,
but it isn't, really.
It's just about allowing yourself to have
the things you know you want...
..following your heart.
A life of adventures.
LOUD THWACK