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There she is, on our horizon. Just within our grasp.
PANICKED CRYING
Nicky Branson, is she really dead?
Who were you with?
So I found out our assistant.
Mother. Daphne.
Roy and Ann's boy. Could all kick off again.
GUNSHOT
This family, the Bottomleys, they've gone.
You saw them, didn't you?
I've left the force.
Harry Summers is a perfectly capable replacement.
I know you'll be smart and helpful, Ronan, OK? Smart for your family.
RUSTLING
DOOR SQUEAKS
LIGHTER CLICKS
Hey. Morning.
Morning.
GUNSHOT
Which one?
Whichever's unluckiest.
GUNSHOT
PHONE RINGS
SIGHS
CLEARS THROAT
Sparrow Cabs.
VOICE ON PHONE: Daphne, it's Ann.
SIGHS Hi.
Are you OK? You sound tired.
No, I always sound like this in the morning.
Well, that's smoking for you — be t'death of ya.
What we talked about — we think we're going to go for it tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
And with Ronan tagging along, yeah.
So if we pick him up nine to ten, and no phones.
Locations and all that.
L—I—I'm not happy about this. Sorry.
Look, we really want to help your family with this...
"at this difficult...
But my family, my...
You know, Ronan, it's... it's really shaken him, this.
He just has to point him out, that's all.
But, I mean, there must be someone else who can...
Daphne. Daphne.
Everyone recognises this is just summat that has to be done.
Then I'm coming.
I think the less people, the better.
Is it less or fewer?
My dad always used to pull me up on that. Fewer?
No, he's not going alone. If he's going, I'm going.
Fine. I'll pack extra cobs.
They want to drive him somewhere tomorrow.
Oh... Right. Well, I'll go with...
I've said I'll go. No, leave this to...
Yeah, to the man? That always works out, don't it?!
BIRDS CHIRP
WHISPERS: "This child is a counsellor?!
"Telling us we can't have our jobs back!
"And she's the Sheriff of Nottingham?!
"Couldn't write it!"
"Cancelling Christmas!!"
"Run this bitch over."
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
BABY GURGLES
OK...
BIRDS CHIRP
DOG BARKS
Ian!
Hi, Julie.
Oh, my God!
BOTH CHUCKLE
It's been a while. Yeah.
JULIE CHUCKLES
Oh, come in.
Oh, you've got a dog!
Yeah! Oh!
So, what, you've properly left the police?
Yeah, yeah, it's a-a new start.
It's that, um, new team outside the police.
Right.
Looking at the underlying causes of, um...
HE CHUCKLES
I won't bore you with it, but, er...
No! I'll say when you're boring!
I think I just, um...
I don't know. I just lost faith in it all, you know?
And did I hear that, um...
...Y°LI and...?
Oh, shit the bed. I've forgotten her name.
I'm so sorry. That's so rude.
Helen. Yeah.
Yeah. No... Well, yeah, we did.
Ah.
Suppose it didn't help, you accusing her of being a spy?
It's actually OK. She's moved to, um...
And I'm just round the corner.
Oh! Yeah. Renting, you know, just temporary,
surrounded by boxes and everything, so... But I'm...
So, um...
...the sign...outside.
Oh. Uh, yeah.
Well, uh, Cathy, she moved up to the Peaks, you know,
after what happened, and... Her and Fred. And...
I just increasingly felt that I couldn't quite put my finger
on what I was still here for, you know?
Uh, so... |—| don't know if I will sell.
I just thought I'd put it on the market and see. You know?
Yeah. Baby steps.
Right.
BOTH CHUCKLE WRYLY
SIGHS
Who were you with at the rink? Come on.
There must be someone else who saw what happened,
who know this Bottomley lot?
I'm not asking — tell me who!
Who?
MICKEY: Just tell us, Ronan. No—one's going to lose their shit.
She's losing her shit now, look.
And don't speak to her like that!
I'm trying to protect you.
Oi, happy families. What's going off up here?
BANGS DOOR Who were you with?!
Chill, everyone, all right? He's had a proper shock, ain't he?
I'm fine!
DAPHNE: You're not fine. You won't be fine.
Hey, hey. OK. All right. Rory's right.
Oh, my God. Why don't you get it?
Right now, he is clean.
He's never got his hands mucky once,
and now we're all OK with him getting mixed up in all this?!
What are we starting? Slippery fucking slope!
I can hear you all whispering.
BANGING Who were you with?!
NEWSREADER: And hopes are high one day Olympic glory beckons.
Susannah Lewis is with them.
And actually, we'll be going to Susannah shortly,
but we understand that the Chief Constable
of Nottinghamshire Constabulary is now about to make a statement
regarding the murder of Nicky Branson...
CHIEF CONSTABLE: We know that these shootings...
one on a home in a quiet street, another killing a young man...
are very upsetting for the community.
SHE GROANS
What we're appealing for is calm...
VOMITS
...in a very difficult time.
TV: JOURNALISTS CLAMOUR
Thank you.
EXHALES DEEPLY
For fuck's sake, Rach, sort it out. Fucking hell.
ELECTRIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRS
On the Bottomleys, I wanted to ask...
DCS Summers, the SIO...
I run these support groups. Victims of crime.
Harry was along the other day.
That's good, though, in't it? I mean...
it's healthy for him, you know, to, um, check in and...
Yeah.
But I'm not sure he's completely, like...
And also the Bottomleys are part of that group.
He's listened to them, they've listened to him. ls that not a...?
He's a good officer.
You know, he... he got that promotion because he deserved it.
I were on the interview panel, so, um...
|—| don't...| don't think you have to worry.
PHONE RINGS
RECEPTIONIST ON PHONE: Madam Sheriff, it's reception.
There's a... They don't have an appointment,
but the parents of the lad who got shot are here.
Right... Now, you call, right? If you need anything.
ROY: Mrs Sheriff, yeah? All right?
Mr and Mrs Branson?
Yeah.
I'm very sorry about your son.
I know they've charged someone, but...
Yeah.
I imagine you've heard about us.
Not all of it will be true, mind. But...
Anyway, Ann had this idea.
I would like to name a street after him.
People do that, don't they?
There's a couple of roads. Places we lived growing up.
A street in Ash field
just around t'corner from you, actually, I think.
Felly Ave?
We thought that would be nice.
Yeah.
So that people remember.
And they should remember.
OK. Well, I think the normal procedure is,
if all the neighbours on the street agree,
you can petition the council.
So we just have to speak to t'neighbours, get 'em to say yeah?
Yeah. Except, you know, not everyone might want
to go through the hassle of changing their address.
I think they will. Yeah. Yeah.
And with your endorsement as our local councillor
and sheriff, no less...
(Eh? Easy-Peas)!-
QUIET CHATTER
LISA: Sorry... It's, um, Julie Jackson, isn't it?
Yeah.
We've crossed paths a couple... but we've never proper...
I'm Lisa. I live...
Oh! Yeah. Hi.
So are you here to have your say?
Oh, no. No. No, I'll leave that to the...
Well, um, Janet over there,
she's got a couple of boys about to leave school, so...
What do they want? That's what matters.
\ Oh. I suppose I just... |...
Well, I know how hard you all fought here back in t'day, and...
I don't know, I... I look up to you a bit, and...
You don't want to be like me! CHUCKLES
No, but sounds like you're doing the right...
You know, listening and...
A lime and soda, please.
Fuckin' hell! That's what millionaires drink, is it?
Lime and soda?
You're Rory Sparrow, right?
The, um, two farms near yours
have just leased their land to our developers
but we hadn't heard from you, though, so...
What, after my family's land, are you? My inheritance?
Yeah, I know.
It's ever so nice of you to want to make us
a ton of money with your solar panels.
I'm sure there's absolutely nowt in it for you.
Well...
You do well, we do well.
Money into the area. Everyone does...
All right, Robin Hood.
I'll take your meeting.
Come up sometime.
Ooh, he's got a card!
You must be important.
The move to green infrastructure needs steel, and steel needs coal.
Coal that's not shipped across the world. That's less CO2.
It'll be part of the transition
towards the next Industrial Revolution,
a green one, to be moving for once, not... not... not static.
Moving or going back?
I thought we was done with all that.
And then we'll have to go through all of that pain again one day.
I can't predict the future, all right, but... but this is jobs.
And many of them for young people, the disadvantaged here.
Why are you two not chipping in?
MURMURING
Aren't you both councillors?
Well, it's a consultation, so we're here to listen to you,
and, um, Lisa and I will vote the way that the majority feels,
although I think our reservations are pretty well known.
Well, yes. And, uh, a-a whopping 11 other councillors are undecided,
waiting for Mrs Waters and Mrs Waters...
as representatives of the district itself...
to make up their mind and vote with them.
So if you want this pit,
it's very important that you convince them — kindly, of course.
TV: 74...
SNOOKER BALLS CLACK
90.
BREATHES SHAKILY
We can't... enforce our way out of every social prob... Yeah.
I say to the room,
we can't enforce our way out of every social problem.
PHONE RINGS
And...
Social problem... We can't enforce our way out...
Harry? How goes it?
Sorry to bother you. It's just, you know,
you did say bother if, um...
So we had ANPR alerts out
on some of the old families and gangs.
See if anyone made any moves
in response to what's happening.
Including the Sparrows.
We haven't clocked them making any moves yet,
but there was something off when I went round there.
Daphne was... I don't know, and...
I know you've had dealings with them — her — in the past,
so I didn't know if you had, like, a... take?
Coincidence or...?
Look, can |...can I get back to you, er... soon?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Good.
Hey. Oh! Ian!
Oh! What is it?
I hope you don't mind.
I just wanted to pick your brains about something.
It's, um...
It's about Daphne Sparrow.
Right. Well, come in.
It's just, um... Look, um,
I'm just aware that, you know, you and I, we're, um...
...we're pretty much the only people
who know about her past.
I know she came to see you that time,
you know, after me, and I was just wondering
if you were still in touch with her.
Am I in touch with her?!
No. Why? Why would I be?
I'm just a bit worried about her. She... she...
I think she might have got herself mixed up in something.
So what? What's that got to do with me?
Why can't anyone round here sort themselves out?
All right! I was just... I was just wondering if...
Yeah. All right. Sorry. I know I'm snapping,
but I can't believe
that's what you came round here for, Ian.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.
No, I'm just... Don't worry. I'll sort it out.
You know, you have a lovely evening, Julie.
OK! Bye.
Julie...
Oh, my giddy aunt. What?
Do you want to go for a drink some... time?
Is that what you wanted to ask?
I don't know. It might have been.
It might be part of it. I don't know.
Well, uh... As...
As what? I mean, like...
I don't know... I... As what?
I don't...| don't have to know everything.
I just, I don't know what the rules are.
I don't know what the right... I just...
I mean, and you know me, you know,
I mean, better than...
I—I'm pretty well put together, I've got my feet on the ground.
I just... I'm just in the middle of, um...
I don't know, I'm between...
And likewise, I expect you're in the same...
Oh, there's that word again. Yeah. "Expect".
What... what do people expect me to be and do?
Mm?
March with a banner? Live like a nun?
Curl up and die? What?
I don't know. I just wanted to know
if you want to go for a drink, that's all.
Yeah, fine. Fine.
Yeah? Yeah, yeah.
Er, WhatsApp me.
Right. o|<.
Um...
Ta.
Right...
SHE CHUCKLES
Hey, Stephie, it's DCS Summers. Um...
Harry. Remember I drove you here?
Hello. How are you?
DENIS: Stephie! We don't open the door to anyone, we... said.
Oh, it's... Sorry, my fault.
I was just checking in, making sure you were all OK.
I tried to call a bit earlier, but there was no...
Oh, yeah, yeah, the signal on our phones out here, it...
Anyway, we're OK. I think.
We like the beach.
We do. Yeah.
OK, good.
Would you...?
Do you want to come in for a bit?
Sure. Yeah. Uh, just... just for a bit.
Yeah. Right.
TUNE PLAYS ON STEPH|E'S DEVICE
OK.
Can I offer you a drink?
I have a couple of pale ales or... whisky.
Oh...
Yeah, I shouldn't really.
UPBEAT CHATTER
WOMAN LAUGHS: N0!
Anyway, it's all... uh...
It's all podcasts now, in't it?
And what you should do, Rach...
I mean, millions of people still listen to radio.
Commuters... Maybe not in your world.
Oooh! DOOR BUZZER
WOMAN: I do love a good crime podcast.
Yeah. I'll get it.
Oh, Christ.
Who's this crack head?
BUZZER Uh, hello?
Er, sorry.
I don't know if this is the right flat
or who it is I've been messaging.
I just know they live in this building.
Yeah, I, er, don't think that's us.
You've got the wrong flat. Sorry.
No, it's about Ronan. I'm Ronan's mum.
We, uh... We don't know
who Ronan is. GLASS SHATTERS
Shit. Are you OK? Rach?
I know who that is. Um, just give me two secs.
BREATHES SHAKILY
I said not until tomorrow, please.
No, it has to be now.
Oh... ta. Shit. She's coming up.
Who is she? Do you know her, or should I call the police?
No, no police.
Rach?
Why were you out with my son?
What?
What, are you fucking mute all of a sudden?
I need to come in.
Talk. You're not coming in.
Honestly, duck,
this isn't the kind of nice and fancy place
you want me being overheard — do you understand?
I told Ronan I'd talk to him tomorrow.
Yeah, and that was me.
I texted you, and I need to speak to you now.
I need something from you. Now.
If you were there,
and you saw what he saw...
...and if you're his — whatever the fuck...
friend, new girlfriend, fuck buddy — I don't know...
Si... His sister...
He found me. It's why he wanted to meet. You're my...
Oh...
BREATH ES RAGGEDLY
Are you really her?
Yeah.
Yeah?
GROANS Ah...
Oh, God.
I think I'm going to fucking faint. Ah...
HYPERVENTILATES DOOR OPENS
DAPHNE GROANS
Are you OK? Yeah. Everything's fine.
She's just using the bathroom.
TAP RUNS
Oh.
BREATHES DEEPLY
Came up here for, um, training.
DHEP.
About... 15 years now.
Jesus.
Weren't sure how long I'd stay but, uh...
...you know, settled in...
...met a girl.
When you came to our group that time...
...you didn't really say owt.
It's called the Wash, you know.
The bit of water.
Famous. Mm.
They say that King John...
...the bad one, like,
nemesis of Robin Hood,
the one who signed the Magna Carta,
he were at war with his barons...
this will be 1200s...
He were trekking over the bay one day
when his baggage train got stuck.
Horses, mud.
Sea starts coming in.
As they get lost to the sea...
And King John, dead gutted, like, he...
He goes on to Nottingham.
Died there, hours later.
It's still out there, they say.
All that treasure.
The Holy Grail for any detectorist.
Course, none of it may be true, but it's one of them, innit?
Summat that keeps us going precisely because it can...
...never be found.
Sorry.
Not normally the feeling-faint type, trust me.
GROANS
PUFFS
And if you want some sort
of big beating-me-chest grovelling apology
about what I did nearly 40 years ago,
you're not going to get one. I don't want one.
How... how did he find out?
Findmyou?
He found a birth certificate,
after some conversation he overheard...
you and someone else.
SIGHS
So... what, are you, um...
...are you OK? You're, uh...
Has everything worked out, then, or what?
I'm fine. I had...
Yeah, they were good, my parents. |'m...|'m OK.
You left my son alone...
...to deal with this. Alone.
I know... I...
And if I could take it back, but I can't.
You, this — this isn't my world.
And even just hearing about how someone shot at that house
of that poor family and...
...how much danger we're in and...
And, what, with the sister inside too? That's cold.
What... Hang on. Sis... What sister? Do you know 'em?
Do you know 'em, the Bottomleys?
No, no, he just...
He just showed me a photo in the rink,
and I remember, that... that's all.
Right.
OK, OK. Look, I...
The... SIGHS
The parents of the boy who you saw die,
they're pretty upset.
So they want to go and have a word
with the family of the lad who did it,
who've been bundled off somewhere by the pigs.
Have a word?
No.
They've asked Ronan to go and point them out.
Well, I can't have that.
He's not strong enough.
He might look and act it, but...
...he's just not.
Well... Well, I can't.
No, I can't, I'm just... I'm a normal person,
I live just a normal... And...
KNOCK AT DOOR Sweetheart, are you OK?
Yep. Yep, yeah. Two secs.
No, no, no, I won't get my hands dirty.
They're already dirty. You're already in.
Might I remind you once again,
you ran away!
Leaving a frightened boy with a corpse.
Uh, I want to, but I...
I can't. I can't be responsible for anyone getting hurt.
You won't be, because we're going to stop 'em.
She was an innocent... bystander.
Chloe.
I should have got out, like you. Here.
I get these bad flashbacks, which is normal, apparently.
But what's odd with me is...
...| wasn't there.
I've had some issues.
Had issues.
SIGHS
When the factory closed...
...got into these...
...online games.
Bingo and...
Pff...
Got rough for a while.
When Ryan started going off t'rails...
...| just wanted to be there for Pam, you know?
And Stephie.
It was really important to me.
SNORES SOFTLY
PANICKED BREATHING
STRUGGLES FOR BREATH
YELLS OUT
KNOCK AT DOOR
DOOR CREAKS
WHISPERS: What shall we do?
HARRY YELLS OUT
Should I wake him? No. It's night terrors.
Just leave him. Go back to bed.
MORE YELLS
All right. All right.
DOOR CREAKS
DOOR CLOSES
SIGHS
LOUD GASP
BREATHES RAPIDLY
BIRDS CHIRP
SIGHS
Right...
These have never been on.
So there'll be no trace they were ever here.
Just don't turn them on till you get wherever you're going.
There's one for them.
And one to keep yoursen, so you can communicate.
The numbers are on both.
Although God knows how you're going to get a phone
to one of these walking corpses
without the Bransons seeing you.
Fucking delivery drone?
Why don't you just post a note through the letterbox,
saying, "You're about to die"?
I'm minute by minute here, Rory.
Yeah, it's about being able to keep in touch with them
and get them as far away as possible, cos...
SIGHS: ..Roy and Ann are not the type to ever stop.
SIGHS
Right.
KEYS CLATTER
BELL PEALS
RAIN POURS
Who's this?
It's OK.
I didn't ask if it were OK.
She was there, with Ronan.
You saw what happened to Nicky?
Yeah.
I don't like strangers.
She's not a stranger. She's... family.
You know the Bottomleys?
What they look like?
We need someone who can point 'em out
and get out the way, yeah?
Right? Yeah.
I mean, I only saw a photo,
but I think they'd be pretty easy...
Right, let's go.
ENGINE STARTS
DOOR CLOSES
Supermarket never got back to me — about that sandwich.
Real shame, that.
TUNE PLAYS ON STEPH|E'S DEVICE
Then that back lawn needs mowing.
Wonder who does that. Upkeep.
Are we meant to do that?
Can't think about it.
TUTS
Well... what are you thinking about?
About Ryan.
Behind bars.
What he did.
We should get out.
Today.
Little wander. No-one knows us here.
And...
...look, Pam, we have to bloody live, don't we?
Hello, you.
Are you OK?
It's going to be all right, you know.
All this.
So...
...shall we go and have some fun?
Shall we?
Anyone want a mint?
DAPHNE: N0, ta.
Do you know roughly... where?
Some houses backing onto t'beach.
Often hide folk there, apparently.
How did you find that out?
Is it the same way you found out about Ronan? ls someone...?
We'll just go look around, walk about.
Madam here keeps her eyes peeled.
Which one will it be?
Depends. Whoever's got t'worst luck.
"Which one"?
One life for one life.
There's a code.
Why would it be both?
PHONE VIBRATES
Missed call from Kyre.
Bloody signal round here.
You've got a phone?
Won't they be able to...?
Old phone. Not used it a couple of years.
Burner, unregistered. Be in t'North Sea by teatime.
Just need to stay in touch with our Kyre.
Nephew.
Sort of expected none of you'd want to get your hands dirty.
ANN: There's about 40 unread on here.
Christ. I never play voice mails.
Pointless.
Be old by now anyway.
AUTOMATED: First new message.
Uh, it's me, Kyre. I might be half an hour late.
I took a wrong 'un on the 153...
Oh, fucking hell.
I'll meet you there. To return the call
at your normal rate...
He couldn't find his cock with his balls, that one.
Next message.
Dad, it's Nicky.
Hey, guess where I am! Can you hear?
Fucking Wembley, duck!
CROWD CHEERS Came down for the play off.
Nottingham Forest back in the Premier League!
HOOTERS
1-0 against Huddersfield.
Shite game, banging result. I'm buzzing.
What is it, 23 years?
Cos, uh, well...
...| remember that day.
Last game we were in the top league.
What was I? Six, seven?
Brian Clough Stand!
♪ Oh, City Ground
♪ Oh, mist rolling in from
♪ The Trent, my desire... ♪
BIRDS CAW
INDISTINCT CHATTER
DOG YAPS
CHILD CHEERS
Nothing. No help.
You pair go in there.
It's lunchtime. People eat lunch.
I've got to be careful. This face.
Not beyond the realm of possibilities
they've looked me up.
And when you're this handsome,
it tends to stay in t'memory, eh?
SHE CHUCKLES
DENIS: I might just get the pie.
"Try our famous pies."
Why's every pub's pie famous?
My kingdom for an unappreciated,
undiscovered pie.
Oh, God, yeah.
Yeah, that's...
OK. Right, well...
Um, I suppose we'd better quickly tell 'em.
Now. What will they do if...?
He's gone to wander.
Thought I might have a restorative whisky.
You look like you've seen a ghost.
Ah.
Maybe you have...
...seen a ghost.
Christ, when you actually look at them,
family like that,
it's pretty obvious, in't it?
Guess we didn't really need your lot after all.
BARMAN: Who's next?
Just a whisky, please.
Single malt.
She said it COULD be them.
Could be?
That's £5.40.
It's OK. I've got it. No...
CARD READER DINGS
All right.
Let's go tell him.
Yeah, I need the toilet. Back in a minute.
You go.
I'll wait for your...
Ooh, I don't even know how you're related.
It's... It's complicated.
[Pan]?
Sorry. I meant my friend.
It's OK, Pam. You go to t'loo. I'll tell you after.
Oh, God...
Low battery...
Oh, Jesus Christ, Rory.
Fuck's sake!
Oh, shit.
Oh, God.
Oh, God...
Ready.
Hold on a minute.
Whose is this? It's not mine. It's not my phone.
TUTS Oh.
Oh, it's dead.
What on earth?
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Is DCS Summers there, please?
Not at the moment.
Who is this, please?
Um...
I could try him on his other number he gave.
He gave us this number for...
He's been looking after us.
Oh, yeah. I, um...
...| think he's out of action for the rest of the day.
But...|'m familiar
with the confidential nature of the case.
OK, well...
It's just that... we found this phone.
We were on a walkabout, this pub,
and... someone's dropped a phone in my pocket.
Hmm. I see.
Yeah, that, um... That does sound a bit odd, doesn't it?
I'll speak to Harry myself.
I'll send a couple of uniforms over just for tonight.
Oh, OK. Good. That would make us feel a lot better.
I take it you know who we are and where we are,
by the sounds of it?
I do.
Stay put for now,
and you'll be getting a visitor shortly.
And your name was...?
Slow...
...and soft.
I want to go detecting.
OK.
Go detecting.
Back in 20.
METAL DETECTOR CRACKLES
MOWER APPROACHES
We used to come near here as kids.
Skegness.
Hunstanton. Did you?
N-No, I'm, uh... I didn't... didn't grow up round here.
You didn't miss much.
Static caravan in holiday park,
proper Hi-de-Hi! kind of thing.
I probably found it cringeworthy and old—fashioned
even back then.
Bingo...
The entertainment — those touring bands,
tribute acts.
How do? Afternoon.
We've just moved in.
Not moved in. Like, visiting.
Ours needs a bit of TLC.
I don't suppose I could borrow it for a bit, could I?
Er... yes, sure, er...
O-Of course.
You're a gentleman and a scholar.
Denis.
I couldn't trouble you for one more thing, could I?
You don't have a charger for one of these, do you?
There's a phone or something we should grab.
You just need summat, don't you?
An activity or a reason to get together
to see yoursen as part of summat else.
Roy — he's never been bothered much about being round others.
Family? Oh, yeah.
It's different.
Any chance we get. But...
What were it she famously said?
There's no such thing as society.
Only men and women...
...and families.
Or summat.
ENGINE RUMBLES
TRICKLING
THUD CLATTERING
TRICKLI NG CONTINUES
ENGINE RUMBLES OUTSIDE
BREATH ES HEAVI LY
VIDEO PLAYS
CHUCKLES
JINGLE PLAYS
Mm.
TAP RUNS
Uncle Roy...
Outside.
CHUCKLES
Pam Bottomley.
SHE GASPS
GUN COCKS
For Nicky.
GUNSHOT
WIND WHISTLES
ENGINE RUMBLES
Daft bastard.
PANTS
I already did her.
You what?
I already did her.
METAL DETECTOR BEEPS
Yeah.
Fuck it, eh?
Which?
Both. Him and her.
"They know where you are. Run. Now. Then call this number."
Someone tried to warn 'em.
PHONE BUZZES
Whoever this is,
you think I don't have the means to track you down?
You're dead, mate.
Dead, dead, dead.
Get rid of this, Kyre.
DOORS CLOSE
THUD LOUD YELL
HE GASPS FOR BREATH
DOOR BANGS
THUD
RAIN PATTERS
SPITS
Ugh.
Ii
ENGINE STARTS
CAR DRIVES AWAY
SIGHS
PANTS
EXHALES DEEPLY
INHALES SHARPLY
EXHALES
CAMERA FLASH WHIRS
CAMERA CLICKS
TROLLEY RATTLES
HELICOPTER WHIRS