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Kyre Branson. We found him dead. It's a gathering storm,
and I'm worried about anyone who's at the centre of it.
Stephie, what do you want, duck? You tell 'em what you want.
Live at home. We've got cousins. They can come, stay, help her.
Keep it in the family.
What are these even implying?
That there was like a boss undercover person in '84,
Thatcher's man on the ground.
Can I trust you? Don't worry, we just know a few people, that's all,
keeping us up to speed with what's happening.
Yeah, we've been in danger before. But this is different, Rory.
Look at me. This is different!
Folk reckon it's really out here? Scott Rowley's treasure?
15 grand! My new job, it's about trying to understand.
What's there to understand?
I mean, he's a psychopath who killed my husband!
You don't muck about, do you?
Oh, no, I'm not... I'm not "leaving" leaving this minute.
I'm just, er...
...just going to stay with me sister for a bit, that's all.
She moved up to the Peaks,
so I thought I'd go and see what it feels like up there,
you know, while I let the idea of this... settle.
OK. Yeah. I weren't in when they viewed it.
Who are they? Are they...? Are they nice?
I don't know, just...
Yeah, like a family. Normal family. Two kids.
Yeah. We brought our daughter up here and then the grandkids,
and, yeah, they were always coming round and...
Are you going to be OK?
Yeah, of course, yeah. All right. I'll see you. Yeah.
So go on, then.
You've had the statements. What are you waiting for?
I'm afraid the statements alone aren't going to cut it
with the CPS, given your own, um, less—than—clean record.
2 whistle, Yeah, but neither of you
were actually there when the killings took place.
The voicemail — you've got Roy Branson's voice saying...
Saying what? He just makes a threat, don't he? That's all.
They told us they were going to do it, then they left to go do it,
then they came back and told us they'd fucking done it. Jesus!
And what are they going to say when we pull 'em in here?
They're going to point the finger at you, aren't they, say that you're
putting them in the frame because it were you that did it?
What reason would we have to kill poor bastards we didn't even know?
Ronan was there when Nicky Branson was killed.
I knew it. I said, didn't I? Not to be trusted.
Nothing would ever be enough. You can't be fucking trusted!
OK, OK. All right. So, come on, what are you saying?
Look, I appreciate the leap that you're all making here.
I do. But if this is going to stick, then I'm afraid
we're going to have to ask you to, erm...
...record them making a confession.
Wear a wire?
One of us?
Look, I—-I understand the risk, I do. I just...
So, basically, not to put too fine a point on it,
you're all sat here with limp dicks in your hand,
unable to do the dirty yoursens,
so you want us to lube up and get the job done for you?
If that's not too fine a point, like I say.
Innocent people are dead, Mr Sparrow.
You knew they were in danger, and not only did you fail to inform us,
you also went along for the ride.
All right, hey, hey! Now, as far as I'm... No, that's not... We...
She... She tried to stop them. We did. And...
And it's all I think about that we didn't. I can't bear it.
Give us the room. Just family.
Just family, she said.
Rory... No.
No, this is mad, this is. I'm fucking spinning in here!
All right, what did we say?
We won't ever be safe until the Bransons are out of the picture.
Well, let's take them out, then, our way. Oh, right,
because that'll never come back to us, will it?
Either Ann and Roy or one of the half—dozen remaining Bransons
who won't need a calculator to put two and two together
to know it was us. Think!
We shouldn't have done this, though, should we?
What's the one rule, the one thing you never do?
Grass. Not anyone, let alone us.
Us?! I mean, fucking... Jesus Christ!
I can't. I can't do it. I'm done.
Where are you going? Rory! This is bullshit.
Rory? No, you can bollocks!
So, erm...
How would it work if I did it?
Hold up. Shouldn't I be doing it?
Well, we spent time with her — Ann.
It wouldn't be odd — that odd - to check back in with her,
now that we know that their nephew died there.
Oh, wait. No. Hang on.
Do we know he's dead?
Well, it's not public yet,
but we can let the press know later on today.
And he's been identified now, so... Yeah, but we just need
to be careful, you know, because, er, this news,
it could put fuel on the flames out there,
and there's tensions with rival gangs, and...
Yeah, so the gap between us releasing it and any of you
sitting down with Ann better be as short as possible.
No, not any of us. Me. I'm doing it alone.
Daphne! I want to help. I mean, that's why I'm here — to help.
No—one else, right? And that includes anyone else from in here,
the police — I don't trust any of them. I don't even trust you.
Well, just to... just to reassure you, you know,
we've got the entire Branson family under special protection.
They can't move an inch without us knowing about it, so...
Up to you, me duck.
Stephie, is this them?
Home, sweet home. Oi, look at Ryan.
Stephie, if you're not sure about this, about staying here,
then you can just say now.
Hey, it's cool. Right? She's all right. Innit, Stephie, mate?
Well, we can... we can just go. Wait. Hang on. Go where?
I mean, what have you got for her that's better than her own home?
It's OK.
Right. Well, remember, you've got my mobile number in your phone,
and you know that I just live a few roads away, don't you? Do you?
That's good to know. She lives with the Sheriff of Nottingham.
CHUCKLES Well, la-di-da!
Right...
I'll see you soon, yeah?
Ryan said you had to look after me and do what he says. He said.
Yeah, don't worry. Ryan's still the boss.
Yeah. Two times a week, he calls from the slammer.
So that's your big idea, is it? To just...
...steal me treasure, eh, is it?
Did you not just listen to owt I said?
Huh? Not steal. Nah. Nah, nah, nah. Go fetch.
You think you're the first one?
Oh, mate! Honestly, I fucking swear,
when I'm on the out, I'll get it for you. I'll save it.
Promise!
Yeah, except I've got people on the out right now, haven't I?
Listen, it's no good sat there in the soil, is it? Eh?
Sherwood Forest ain't giving out interest rates.
And think long—term, mate. When you get out,
times change, world spins.
You're young, pal. A babby.
There ain't no way you're dying in here. No, no way. You are, though.
You've killed. You killed.
Manslaughter.
Murder.
Diminished responsibility.
Why do you want it?
The money.
For my sister.
For your sister?
HE TUTS Aww!
Come here, you f...! Get here!
Oi! Move it!
Oi, oi, oi, oi! Get back! Get off him!
Sam?
We need to see her — the Sheriff.
Look, can't we both, like, strategise briefly
before this becomes a whole big thing? No. Call her.
We'll head over today. Best not wait.
Dad, loop me in. Come on.
She thinks I'm a spy, some ex—agent of the state.
So I tell the truth, nip it in the bud. What is the truth?
Dad, we should get some legal advice.
What? From some 24-year-old
500—quid—an—hour fuckwit in a fuck suit? No way.
OK, well, I HAVE called our lawyers, and they would really like you
to take a breath so they can... Well, I didn't ask you to do that!
This is a personal matter. Mine. She has memos, government documents
alleging that you went about Nottinghams hire
in the '80s under a code name, doing the Government's bidding.
Why do these articles even exist? Are they faked? Talk to me.
Dad? Today!
Call her.
Right, I'm calling Ian. We're telling the police.
No. Come on. I have them all the time.
Everyone in politics gets them, especially women.
It's just par for the course. Don't do that!
OK, I'm just saying... This is different. This is an actual...
...death threat.
Oh, I'm sorry, Sandy. This is so much stress, what with Ella...
...especially when it is obviously bullshit.
Just run this by Ian St Clair, see what he says.
Lisa, please. OK, OK, I will.
I will. I promise.
So we'll be all square after this?
My family, the force?
What, you mean, will they wipe your family's entire record clean
for an act of civic behaviour?
No, that's not what I mean.
Thank you.
I meant me and you,
what you know, and that never resurfacing again.
Right? WE'RE all square.
What's all this "they"? Will "they" wipe our records?
Distancing yourself from this lot, are you? No, I'm just here
for this one thing.
So, you said down there that you didn't trust me.
Oh, sorry. Did I hurt your feelings? I never did tell anyone,
you know, what I promised you at your kitchen table. Not a soul.
Julie Jackson knows. I went round there.
Me, you and her — what a strange little triangle that is.
Yeah, well, she can... she can be trusted, though, can't she?
Well, Ronan found out. He heard what we said. In the hallway.
You've never told Mickey, though, have you?
Don't you dare judge how I handle my family. Do you understand?
What fucking skip fire have you turned your own family life into?
Heard you're back in Ashfield, living all alone.
I'm not alone. I've got a dog.
What is that? A lonely cry for help?
No.
It's a Border terrier cross, actually.
Look, I can, er, go through some techniques on covert recording,
if you like. You know, how to get suspects to talk, or...
I know how to get people to talk, Ian. I've done it
once or twice before. Yeah.
What about Rory? He didn't seem too wild about the idea.
Hm. He's all skirt and no knickers, our eldest.
Relax. He won't get in the way.
So... So... Hi.
It's... I mean, despite the... It's nice to properly meet.
Oh, we've met.
Not that you'd remember.
About that big.
But I remember.
Would you like a...? Yeah.
I'm not a man what frightens easy,
but you scared the shit out of me.
Although we did... try.
It must have been hard, though.
And I get it, falling for someone, finding out they're pregnant,
someone else's baby. That's... I mean...
I don't blame you. Hey...
...I would have done. I'd have...
For her, back then, anything. ...I did.
I said I was up for it, but...
She hasn't really spoken about any of that.
The reasons. And I...
I don't need to know them, really. It's not...
I mean, that's not the...
...any more...
I just get the impression there was stuff...
...for her back then.
Yeah.
What did they take? PlayStation. You?
Telly.
You're right. I ain't getting out.
Not that it'll be, like, worth it.
Yeah, I'll be an old man, probs.
I don't even know why I did it, mate.
I was off me head, and he was a wanker,
and something just fucking, you know...
...just fucking snapped, and, er...
Do you ever think about what YOU did?
But you ARE right. I don't care either way about you.
Wouldn't be for you, would it? It'd be for me sister.
You know, she's... None of this is her fault. Nothing is her fault.
She's like...
She's the only family I have, mate.
And... And I promise you, you'd double it.
Triple it, even. Hmm?
Cos this...
...this is an investment, mate. And then, when you're on the out...
...whatever you want, then, eh?
What would you do, pal, on the out?
There's this, er...
...place...
...in America.
Old mining town in Pennsylvania.
Oh, yeah?
It's a ghost town.
Completely abandoned in the middle of these mountains, cos...
...back in, like, the '60s, this fire
broke out in the mine, you know, a gas explosion or summat.
And it's been burning ever since.
All these houses...
...shops...
...this whole town wi' a...
...fire burning beneath it.
And no-one knows how to put it out.
No—one knows what to do.
But it's there.
It's so hot, you... you..you put your hands on t'ground, you can...
...you can feel it, like that... that heat, they reckon,
raging beneath you in the earth.
Yeah, I always thought it'd be nice to go there.
Start again.
Live alone.
Give us your hand.
Mate, over there.
Shit.
Well, where the hell have all these come from?
All seized by our officers in the last six weeks.
We'd usually expect to see this amount over six months.
Any information that can help us with our inquiries
will be much appreciated. We can now confirm
that the body found close to Mablethorpe beach on Monday
has been identified as Kyre Branson
of Ashfield, Nottinghams hire.
Our thoughts are naturally with his loved ones at this time,
but we would appeal to anybody that has seen anything or knows anything,
no matter how small, to please contact the police.
Knock, knock. We come in peace and, in fact, bearing gifts.
Some home—grown herbs from our arboretum.
Mm, pungent. Mm—hm. Thanks.
Well, they, er... they go nicely with anything.
You cook? I'm terrible at it.
I really don't have long. Sorry. Really? Well, we appreciate it.
Oh, my God. You don't do these things, do you?
Ho—ho! Bloody everywhere these days.
It's helping me quit.
Mm-hm. I'm sure. Well...
...we appreciate what you did
and gave us warning of what you received.
I do wonder who might have sent this cachet.
There was no note or anything?
I mean, I'm glad you still have it. You haven't... shared it with anyone?
I said I wouldn't. I haven't, yet.
Oh! People often deride local politics, don't they?
Full of busybodies and Nimbys working in drab municipal offices,
dealing with potholes and recycling.
I don't think this is drab.
No, no, no, no, of course not.
I mean, I can see Nottinghams hire County has some real talent.
Mm. That's comforting.
Fact is, I thought all last night
about denying what you laid before us,
and then I decided not to, because, you know,
denial implies a certain level of shame.
And I'm ashamed of nothing.
Yes, it was me.
Wait, Dad...
The Westminster Bridge. Ha-ha! It's a silly name, isn't it?
Yes, a bridge between down there and up here.
You were this spy?
Mmm... A fixer.
Problem, solution. I can't speak to the specific accusations
of your no doubt sexed—up dossier, and I know how the tabloids
have occasionally salivated over the potential of my existence,
but, yes, I worked on behalf of the Government
and the security services,
leading the anti—strike campaign here in the coal fields.
OK, Dad, can we just...? It's OK, Son.
No, I mean, I really think... Your father was a miner?
He was, yeah.
Mm-hm.
And in '84, he came down on the side of...?
My father chose to work.
Good man.
You know, the abuse dished out by the NUM was, in my opinion,
off the charts to any collier with an independent mind
unwilling to bend to the might of the mob.
Yes, I helped with some of their legal action
and trained some of the branch leaders in arguments and rhetoric.
OK, so nothing illegal or... or unethical, I'm hearing,
or... No, no, no, no. No, public service.
So, make it public. Go ahead. No, Dad, please.
You used government power and money to divide a community
then used that influence to profit from it.
It says here... access to contracts,
the original chumocracy.
Excuse me, Councillor Waters...
So your business empire here is more or less built on a myth?
Myth? What do you mean, myth? Myth?!
Have I not been consistent my whole life in my beliefs?
Power of the individual, freedom, choice, the value of work?
I mean, after all, we are the working classes.
SHE LAUGHS You are?
Well, was. Came from.
So drag that into the light as much as you please.
The other stuff...
accusations of favours and such — Well, you'd better have
more than some dodgy online blogs and rumours, Councillor Waters...
...Sheriff of Nottingham...
...because I doubt any of that is likely to withstand
the accusations of libel.
I mean, we're only a few days away from the council's vote
on the development of our new mine, and that would look
dangerously like a last—ditch attempt to besmirch your opponent.
Dirty tactics.
HE INHALES DEEPLY So...
...you'd better be sure, Sheriff.
I'll leave that with you.
Gibbo? Ian?
I heard you'd moved back round here.
Yeah. It's true, then. Yeah.
Aye... I called earlier to book the function room back there
just for a couple of hours this afternoon. You know, I need it
to be private, no—one coming round. Are you kidding?
What, you want the whole room to yoursen?
What, is this not good enough for you?
Just, you know...
Course. Thanks, mate.
Over there.
Cosy enough for you?
Lisa, I can't really talk right now. No, it's OK. I'll be quick. Sorry.
Erm, Sandy asked me to let you know, so I'm letting you know
in case she ever asks, then you can say, yeah, I let you know.
So, er, you know folks get threats and things from cranks and trolls.
It's only that they're getting more regular and more aggressive.
So I am passing that on.
Sorry, what, you've...
You've had a death threat? I mean...
...I suppose.
How were it sent to you? Were it social media or...?
Emails, mainly. Some DMs. Graffiti on the... Al right, well,
send them to me and I'll pass them on to the digital team...
they might be able to trace it. And I'm going to send
a protection officer over, all right? No, please.
That's playing into their hands. Right, well, I'll come over later.
You don't have to. I'm safe at work, then I'll head straight home.
Sandy'll be there. Lisa, I'm coming over.
All right? No arguments. I'll see you later.
What the fuck?! Shit!
SHOUTING Hey!
Fuck! What the...?
Here's Johnny! What?
What do you mean, "What?" Shining, axe, door.
Honestly, fuckin' youth of today!
Right, enough! Oh, God...
You know who I am? No. And look at the door. You've just...
Rory Sparrow. Another couple of hours
and we'll have some shooters here. So if you want to come back then...
No, you won't. Look at yer. Amateur hour.
Little kids playing in a big boys' sandpit.
So, nah, I won't come back in an hour.
I request an in—person meeting. Location, here. Time, now.
You're all right, doll.
You, back up.
Sorry about your door.
Look, there's two stories being told around here.
In one, my family are bowing out.
They're even, some say, running scared.
Then there's this other one, one that says Rory Sparrow
just turned up at the Meadow boys' new gaff here in the pit villages,
wielding an axe and raising 'ell.
Don't sound like they're running scared.
Sounds like... they're back in the running.
In the running? For what?
This place, NG17, all in.
You mean the Bransons are...
Soon to be history. I have privileged information,
insider trading. So it's hostile takeover time!
Someone's got to stake their claim early and hard,
and it's a vacuum I intend to fill, all right?
Maybe you're not the only one with your eyes on round here. Maybe.
But historically, my family have form round here.
However, you've got the manpower, the runners.
And I've got the contacts. I can get the gear.
Listen...
...this is meant to be her place. All right?
Normal. Quiet.
You've come in here and alert all the neighbours.
Don't worry about the neighbours. They're all shitting themselves
round here about all this. It's all kicking off.
Normal family, murdered on the coast?
I'm sorry about that, by the way,
genuinely.
So no—one's going to be popping their head over the parapet
or what have you, not any more. Everyone's head down, blind eye.
So...
...we got a deal?
Er... Oh, yeah. Er, pint of bitter, ta.
Al right, love.
Cheers, Gibbo.
HE WHISPERS Stupid...
The Sparrows.
I'll be in and out.
See what this is about.
Go on. What?
I did not care for it.
Rolling over on Kyre.
Can't roll over on someone who's dead. He's dead.
So we made his death useful, that's all.
You can betray someone in death.
His memory. What... What have we said, except that he did it,
which he did? Weren't alone doing it, though, were he?
But there he is, face all over t'news, taking t'blame,
everyone what knows us saying he acted in dish on our.
He messed up. Two 'stead of one there.
And if they had have caught him,
he'd have took t'blame himsen anyway, not squealed,
same as what's happened. Yeah, and we squealed pretty quick,
though, didn't we? Saved our sorry fucking arses.
Who killed him? Who were it? Who knew, apart from them?
These fucking places.
For these fucking people.
A wasteland.
Hiya.
You all right?
You come here a lot?
That weren't a pick—up line. Er, yeah.
We like to show our faces from time to time, you know?
Who's your mate?
Protection... courtesy of Nottinghamshire's finest.
The police? Are you working with the...?
Oh, please!
All right. What are you having? I'll get this.
He can come over. Vodka and soda, please, duck.
I'm so sorry...
...about Kyre.
Who...? What the hell happened?
Betrayal.
Well, what else do you call it? God knows who.
You and yours were t'only ones we talked to.
You're not saying...? No. No, of course not.
Cheers, Gibbo.
So, how are you feeling about it all?
You know, what happened on the coast? What went wrong?
What do you mean?
Oh, well, that you killed both.
What happened is all part of t'cut and thrust of it.
These things go down when you get yoursen mixed up in a war.
Oh, come on, they weren't mixed up in anything, them two.
They were innocent. We've been through this, Daphne. Innocent?
You don't reckon parents are responsible for their kids?
I took responsibility for mine.
Have you, er, seen DCS Summers?
Yeah, I've... seen DCS Summers.
Oh! That was cryptic.
Something's going on, in't it?
People are acting weird. He's not answering his phone.
My lips are sealed.
You know the saying "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"?
No, actually.
Well, a Sparrow in t'hand...
...might be worth two Bransons in the clink.
That wasn't that cryptic.
So, er, they're grassing up Ann and Roy?
Not grassing, exactly.
So how's Roy doing? I guess maybe he's a bit more used to it.
I'm assuming it's not his first time.
Why did you want to meet, Daphne?
...I don't know. It just...
It just felt odd not to. I mean...
...are you OK?
Nicky first, then Kyre.
Now, I understand why you and Roy,
why you... felt you had to do what you did.
If anything like that happened to my family, I'd... You'd what?
I don't... I don't... I don't even know.
Do you want to get it?
RINGING STOPS You're all right.
I might get another.
Same again, Gibbo, and some nuts.
It's me. Look, sorry to call,
but I think you're with a friend of ours at the moment.
Things have moved a bit faster
than we thought they would. She's wearing a wire.
As in right now, so... Sorry. Are you calling someone?
Look, I know you'd never say anything,
but I thought you'd want to know, OK?
I'll keep in touch.
Got some nuts.
Ooh, thank you.
So...
...you haven't been questioned at all...
...by the police?
Like, surely, given what that Bottomley lad did to your Nicky...
Have they been sniffing round you?
Why would they be sniffing around us?
Maybe he was targeting your Ronan, hit t'wrong lad.
No. Ronan's... Ronan's not...
What?
He's never moved in them circles.
Well, you have, though, haven't you? Your family.
Prize catch for t'police, you.
The cocaine over the years. Moving hot gear around.
Yeah, all right.
You're right, Daphne.
We are basically the same, you and me. Different...
...but...sort of tethered together now
in a strange sort of way. So I can see why you'd want to meet.
Just to check.
I go down...
...you go down.
Right?
I'll get mine. I said I'd pay.
I'll get it.
She knows. She bloody knows.
Where's she going?
Daphne, you wait till Ann's gone, and then you come and see us.
You've put me and my family in the worst possible danger,
do you know that? Someone's told her.
Look, I were listening. There was nothing to suggest
that she knows, all right? It was the look of her. She knows.
Someone from your sodding place has told her. Fuck!
Maybe that wanker protection bloke that was with her.
Have you thought of that? Daphne, nobody knows.
All right? So you wait till she's gone, and you come back
and we'll work out what to do next.
Next? Oh, yeah, right. Go and fuck yourselves!
All right, there's someone I've got to go see.
Couple of kilos of ket to get you started round here.
And this is for your odd little spice—smuggling trade. Cool.
Give me a shout if you need me, all right? Yeah, man.
What the fuck's all this? Wuthering Heights?
HE CHUCKLES Calm down, man.
It's mine and Ryan's thing, yeah?
These synthetics go for about £50 an ounce on the street,
but inside, an ounce can go for over a grand.
Spray it on anything, smoke it.
Can't be detected in urine tests, neither.
So the only question is, how do we get it in?
Word is, prison's got a new library scheme
and they're looking for donations,
and we've got Ryan waiting to take delivery.
Meantime, we're scaling up out here.
Keep a low profile, just a normal house.
And we'll need more runners to help us move the gear.
I'm going to take this treasure and make it grow, all right?
ZIPPING Go on.
Hello?
You all reet, Steph?
Ryan! Hey, how are you going, mate? Are they looking after you?
Steph? Steph, are they? Cos they're there for you.
You know, all of this, yeah, it's all for you,
and I want you to be OK. So if you're not OK with something...
It's OK. Are you OK?
Yeah. Yeah, grand, me duck.
Listen, erm, I might need you to do something for me,
you know, like, er, do your bit.
Would you... Would you pop round your mate's house,
you know, the one who lives with the sheriff?
PHONE RINGS Fucking hell.
What? Are you at home? Cos I'll come round.
Don't bother. Call me when you've done your job and arrested 'em.
Daphne, you're not in any danger. We've got protection officers
on the Bransons 24/7. We know where they are. There's something wrong.
I can feel it. Just fuck off and leave us alone.
Daphne, plea...
Oh, fucking hell!
Right, sod this. We have enough on the Bransons. We do.
Let's just charge them. It will stick! We don't need the Sparrows.
What evidence? Where's your evidence? We just get it
out of them. Sit me opposite Ann and Roy.
I'll get it the fuck out of them! Just shut up, will you?!
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...
Oh, fuck.
You know, I promised myself I wouldn't do this,
get dragged back in and... and put me other job at risk now.
Yeah, well, if you need to be somewhere else, it's all good.
You, me — pint, now.
The last drink I had was with Denis Bottomley.
That night. A few cheeky cans of real ale.
We're still good an' that, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, of course, man.
And, er, you with me, too? The phone call?
So... you, erm, know him of old, Saint Clair?
"Sinclair", yeah. He was around when Chloe...
Oh. Right.
What, like, happened? You don't have to...
People talk about it, do they? About me?
No. Just...
...it's known.
We met when she was a student,
when I arrived here, you know, for training.
She got some work at this, er,
little accountant's office. Hucknall. You know, secretary.
Turns out, the guy who ran it used to do a lot of the books
for the gangs, cartels around here, including the Bransons.
And one day, in walks Kyre.
Kyre Branson? Shit. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the box,
but we saw an...
...I saw an opportunity through her to turn him.
Anyway, it all went wrong, and when it went wrong...
...she was just...there.
She just happened to be there. In the way.
So it was him?
Kyre? He killed her?
No.
But I always thought he knew who did.
He said he didn't, but...
...I know.
I know it.
Shit!
Yeah.
Stephie, hey.
Hello, Lisa. Is Sandy in?
You all right? Is everything OK?
I want that back hand up!
One, two! One, two!
On your toes! On your toe...
What the fuck are you doing here? Yeah, nice to see you, an' all.
Look, don't be cute. I mean it.
No, I just need to talk, Denise, all right?
Well, I just wanted to check in, cos it's getting heated out there.
I was wondering whether you were hearing anything.
You know, if any of the families like the Bransons or the Sparrows
are recruiting, if there's going to be a fucking war.
I didn't know we were turning informant, Marco. Did you?
Denise, come on. Now, you have lads coming in and out of here
all the time. I don't consent to a police interview
without proper representation. I'm not here as police, am I?
I'm here as me. Come on, we've started conversations
about this before, haven't we? Yeah.
Before you betrayed us.
After I persuaded groups, gangs, Marco here
that they could say things to you
without the risk of it getting back to the police,
and then back to the police you go.
So, no. Sorry.
No, understand, I did leave. I've left.
I'm just helping out on this one thing, these murders,
which proves what you've been saying, what we've all been saying,
that it's on a knife edge out there. That's why the intervention teams
need to be embedded, don't it? Need to be working alongside you.
Words, fucking words. Easy. You made your choice,
you made it ages ago, which side of the line you're on.
So you're just going to have to fucking live wi' it.
Just...
Just let me know if any of the lads go AWOL,
or if you hear of anybody being...
...targeted or anything. Look, Ian...
...I want you to be part of the work that we're doing here.
But the more you're the face of laying down the law again...
You can't ride two horses at once, Ian. He's right.
I'm sorry. You have to pick.
Sandy should be back shortly.
Ta.
Are you doing OK, Stephie?
I'm so, so sorry.
My cousin's looking after me.
Good. That's good.
I want to help Ryan with the books.
The books? They're stocking up a new library in there, right?
In prison.
Oh! Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got the funding for it.
They're taking in donations, people's old books.
We want to help.
Yeah, like, collect old books and shit, send them in.
OK.
Erm, OK. Well, I'll tell you what,
why don't we put a poster up in the clubbie
and lay out a box for people to come and drop some off?
Yeah.
Yeah? And then you could, like, help us get them in...
...if...if you funded it? Your council?
I mean, yeah, should be pretty straightforward.
We'd just drive them round. Cool.
And is everything OK at home, Stephie?
Sandy was asking after you.
Yeah. It's OK.
Good.
Well, I think I've got the date somewhere for the collection,
so I will go and dig it out.
What's happened?
I need to get in there. They're friends of mine. No, I need...
Look, you know me. I'm a police officer!
Ian!
Sandy!
All right.
Always page 50, remember?
The fuck?
Being this age and looking at the world