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(whirling)
(dramatic music)
Let's do this.
It's always the fucking same with you Vinnie.
Violence first, business second.
Yeah, well they go hand-in-hand, don't they?
They do, but you got it the wrong way round my friend.
Business first, then violence, if need be.
Are you with me?
I'm with you Bill.
Good.
You all right lads?
All right Bill.
Vinnie.
What was that shit you sold us?
Pure benzocaine?
Tell your bitch to shut up. - My what?
Tell your bitch to shut the fuck up.
He's been running off his mouth.
I'm telling you our work ain't shit.
Listen.
The fuck it is.
Yeah?
What you gonna do?
Go on then, fucking shoot me.
You ain't got the bollocks you two bob cunt.
(gun firing) (Vinnie groaning)
What you say now?
[Bill] What, what?
What you say now?
(gun firing) (man groaning)
Fuck.
[Bill] Vinnie, hold the fucking prick down.
(man groaning)
[BIll] Hold his fucking arm out.
What you doing?
Fucking loose.
(man groaning)
[Sue] He never?
I swear to you, he chopped his fucking arm off.
That's fucking disgusting.
Yeah, then the fucker gives it to me to get rid of.
Are you joking?
No.
What did you do with it?
I threw it in the lake over Parsloes Park.
At the park?
Where else am I gonna fucking dump it? You know what I mean?
Babe, ain't that your place of peace?
Yeah, whatever.
All I want is a place with two fucking windows
you know what I mean?
What do you mean two fucking windows?
Look around here, all the houses, right,
they've got one window on each side.
There's no double windows where I am right?
All I want is a gaffe with two windows.
[Sue] You're always on about this.
Yeah.
Well, I wouldn't leave if you paid me.
Don't be funny.
What, you saying you wouldn't go somewhere else
like San Church or something?
Nah.
You lie.
Dagenham's my community.
It's my community too.
The people round here are real.
None of this San Church up your own ass shit.
Anyway, what's not to love?
What's not to love, round here?
It's like fucking Jeremy Kyle's bloody
waiting room around here.
(women laughing)
Kim? Yeah.
Remember when you used to walk round like that?
What is wrong with-- That fucking slut.
You're a bitch.
See ya later.
No, I'm coming back, I'm coming straight back.
Oy, where are you going looking like that?
Fuck off. - I'm talking to you
with your fucking ass hanging out on fucking Dagenham.
You're embarrassing me.
I'm embarrassing you am I? Yeah.
What if Billy fucking saw you, eh?
He ain't my fucking dad.
You better shut your mouth.
You wish he was your fucking dad.
No I fucking don't.
Not that flame-head ginga fucking cunt
and what you looking at?
Fuck sake, move, come on.
(ominous music)
(police sirens shrilling)
(dog barking)
(police radio chattering)
For God's sake.
Fuck.
What was that?
[Robyn] Where you going?
If Bill or your mum catches me, I'm dead.
Answer the fucking phone.
(phone buzzing)
Fuck you Billy.
Where the fuck are you?
All right, Bill?
Yeah mate, I'm fucking off all right?
Want one for the road?
Nah, fuck that bruv I'm out of here.
Laters, all right?
[Radio] Jane.
[Jane] In position, Sarge.
[Gibbo] Fuck.
Jane?
For fuck sake.
(knocking)
Police, open the door.
(knocking)
Police, open the door.
¶ Everyday is just the same ¶
¶ and I won't fly away ¶
¶ Fly, fly, fly ¶
¶ Fly away ¶
¶ Fly, fly, fly ¶
¶ Fly away ¶
[Sue] Lucy's gone back with Bobby.
[Kim] Don't lie.
[Sue] I know, she's a mug isn't she?
What?
After all that.
How come you didn't tell me that before?
Are you ready?
[Sue] Excuse me?
I've been waiting here for ages.
All right, hold it down love. - All right, ginge.
Hello little man. How was school?
Good.
Yeah, where's my hug then, huh?
I don't want one.
You don't want one? What about me?
I want one. Give your mum a hug.
No.
No, what do you mean no, come here.
Get off of me. Get off of you.
How was school?
Good.
Cool, all right, let's go.
Hi Miss Smith.
Hi Mark.
[Sue] All right, Miss Smith.
[Kim] All right?
Kim?
[Kim] Yeah?
Can I have a word?
All right.
It's about Mark.
[Kim] Yeah.
[Miss Smith] Is everything okay at home?
Yeah, it's fine, why?
It just, he seems very withdrawn in class.
Is he getting enough rest?
Yeah.
And you, are you getting any support?
It must be difficult without his father being around.
I'm fine, thank you.
Well, if there's anything I can do.
Systems and services in place.
What services for?
Counselling Kim.
I don't need counselling, all right?
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
I'm not ashamed.
Okay, well, if there's anything I can do.
Have you got kids Miss Smith?
No.
Oh, is that it then?
[Miss Smith] Yes, thank you Kim, it's fine.
All right, thank you.
Fucking slag.
All about counselling and fucking
social services and shit.
[Females] What? - Yeah.
Oh come here babe.
Don't worry about her babe, all right?
See ya later. - [Kim] See ya later, babe.
[Sue] See ya tomorrow.
[Mark] She's really nice.
[Kim] Who's really nice?
[Mark] Miss Smith.
No she's not, she's a fucking bitch as it goes.
[Mark] She gave me a lift home the other day.
What do you mean she gave you a lift home?
She gave me a lift.
What did I tell you about getting in people's cars?
[Robyn] It's his teacher, mum.
I don't care, what did I fucking tell you?
[Mark] Not to get in any strangers cars.
So what did I tell you, people's cars?
What are you getting in the car for?
Come on, move.
Honestly, stupid I told you.
What have you got there?
What is this? My badge.
[Kim] What the fuck is that?
Your dad would have loved that.
[Mark] I'm a detective.
No, you're not, you're eight.
So I'm still a detective.
Shut up Mark.
You know what?
I've gotta go.
Take him home, Robs.
[Robyn] Are you taking the piss?
No, I told you, take him home, please.
[Daughter] I gotta pick up a draw for Gibbo.
I don't care, take him with you then.
[Robyn] Come on.
(melancholy music)
[Kim] Here you greedy bastards.
Who wants this one?
Don't all go at once.
[Dog Walker] Oy, you weren't meant to drink in here.
[Kim] Yeah, you're supposed to pick up your dog shit,
but I ain't never seen ya, nosy cow.
(feet shuffling)
All right, babe.
[Daughter] All right.
Fuck off, you nosy spastic cunt.
I'm not a spastic.
What did you say?
Leave it out Dan.
Oy, don't be fucking nasty to him.
You know it's not his fault.
He's been noncing around here for years, fucking nonce.
[Robyn] A bit harsh.
Guy's a proper weirdo, mate.
Come in.
Whoa, put that away.
What's the matter with you?
What did I fucking say?
They're gonna think you're a grass.
All right, I guess I'll be leaving then.
(soft organ music)
Don't let Gibbo hear you say that.
I'd have it with him for ya.
I need an eighth.
(feet shuffling)
How much do you want?
[Robyn] An eighth.
You got the money on ya?
[Robyn] Yeah.
Give us a kiss.
Go on, come on.
Where's that little shit?
Fuck sake.
I said sorry.
You're such a fucking idiot, Mark.
Don't go running off like that.
I said sorry, I was investigating.
Give me your badge.
No, it's mine.
[Robyn] Give it to me.
[Vinnie] Ain't fucking changed mate.
Nah, no it ain't.
It just feels weird though being, you know what I mean?
Yeah, will do for a while.
But listen, Gibbo is shitting himself.
What a pussy.
Listen man, I ain't worried about that.
A year behind the door for giving Old Bill comes nothing.
If they ever found the rest of that gear,
I would have got a 10 stretch.
Speaking of nose bag, how comes business is so poor?
People ain't sniffing like they used to Bill.
Apart from me.
You haven't been to bed yet?
Crash out til six, I'm fucked.
[Bill] You're off your nut, son.
(police radio chattering)
Are you coming in?
Nah, I'm gonna go for a sauna mate.
Sweat this shit out.
See you at the Workies though later, yeah?
Workies?
Your coming home party.
All right, yeah, yeah.
Open the boot will you Vinnie?
[Vinnie] Don't fuck it off Bill.
I'll be there man, I'll be there.
All right, thanks for the lift.
(door opening)
Hello mother.
(police radio chattering)
(dramatic instrumental music)
(dog barking)
(doorbell beeping)
(door alarm buzzing)
I'm out here.
Hi there Richard darling.
How you doing?
Good.
Well this is nice, eh?
Not too bad, is it?
How was your day?
Oh, it's getting better.
I bought us a nice bottle of wine.
Haven't had this one before.
No.
Shall I pour you a little bit?
Go on then.
Okay, let me know what you think.
Cheers. Cheers.
Enough.
You don't like it?
No, it's wine.
(female laughing)
You okay?
You look a little tense.
Tell you what.
Why don't I go upstairs, run you a nice hot bath.
Sounds good.
Yeah?
Bring the wine up.
[Male] Wait here yeah, one second.
[Male] All right.
(dramatic instrumental music)
(knocking)
(male gagging)
(drill drilling)
(male screaming)
(fists pounding)
What's happening brother?
I'm good fella, can't complain.
Fucking hell, what's happening to him?
What the fuck do you want Vinnie?
Relax.
That's nothing Vinnie.
Another room for my special guests.
You want me to show you?
I'll give it a miss, yeah.
I heard your big boss is out tonight.
Yeah, I was gonna have to have a word
with you about that mate.
Look, we might have to slow things down a bit yeah.
Old Bill's gonna be all over my case.
We'll see.
(drill whirling)
We'll see what happens.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Phil, Phil, Phil Cumming, Phil Cumming.
One thing, I hate Vinnie's mess.
Money.
Monday.
I enjoy your part, mate.
How did you know about that?
We're popping, right guys?
Yeah. Yeah.
I know everything Vinnie, my brother, everything.
Remember that.
Relax, I'm just kidding, have a good day.
Vinnie?
A man must always keep his dignity, remember that.
(male coughing)
(male screaming)
I don't like this Vin.
If Billy finds out, he'll kill us.
I told him we have to knock it on the head for a while.
Good.
Good?
Who the fuck threw you a biscuit, son?
Oh come on, Vin, I'm just saying it's good
that Bill's gonna be all over us.
If I wanted your advice, I'd have fucking asked for it,
wouldn't I?
Sorry, man.
Man?
Gibbo, do not talk to me with your rude boy shit, all right?
Get in the fucking car.
I ain't finished.
Fucking hell, mate.
Think you can keep this safe till tomorrow?
Yep.
Do not fucking lose it, all right?
You listening to me?
All right, all right, I ain't stupid.
(fists pounding) (male groaning)
(drill swirling)
Wait, wait, wait, I gave you the name, I gave you the name.
[Girl] How much you got?
[Mark] 23 pound 57.
Got any sweets?
Nah, we ain't got nothing.
(car stalling)
(door knocker clanging)
All right, Gibs?
[Gibbo] All right.
Where's my beer then?
Nah, I ain't staying long.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no, you know the rules.
No beer, no entry.
I always sort you out.
Yeah, you sort me out.
When you gonna buy me a beer?
When you got two fucking kids.
I ain't got no cash.
Take her off my hands already, will ya?
She's old enough.
Fuck that, where is she?
She's upstairs getting ready for that prick's party.
Oh, allow it Kim.
Fucking scumbag.
Right, anyway, Vin said no birds allowed.
Is that right?
No birds allowed?
You hear that Robs?
No birds allowed.
Who's in there?
It's Daddy and Rat, I don't know, come and have a drink.
Fuck that.
What you hanging around with them for?
How old are you?
Old enough.
You're trying to wind up Bill ain't ya?
Your man, Bill.
He ain't my man no more, right?
You coming in or what?
Yes, little man.
Boom. Boom.
Do you have any sweets today?
Oh no, sorry.
Can I have a pound?
Don't mess about, do ya?
Let me have a look.
Oh.
This here, this here is five pounds.
(Gibbo laughing)
Little rascal.
Got any sweets?
Nah, but I got a fiver.
Wow.
Yeah.
When you going?
As soon as I've got enough.
All right?
What's up then, babe?
What time we leaving?
Vinnie said no birds allowed.
What?
Ain't a fucking sad do.
Babe I can't take you, they'll all go mad.
'cause there'll be lots of other birds there I suppose.
Just at The Workies.
What birds don't go down The Workies?
Don't start.
You don't get served in there anyway.
Prick, I go there all the time.
Listen, right, if you're good, I'll come back
for a spoon after.
A spoon?
I ain't fucking cutlery, Gibbo.
Whatever, I'm going for a drink with my mum anyway.
All right, do what you like.
I will.
Give me a kiss.
[Robyn] No, later.
Give me a fucking kiss.
[Robyn] No.
(phone beeping)
(gentle piano music)
Sorry.
Oh about 20 minutes you getting proper bored of this.
I'm just going 170, 170, 170, 170.
(people laughing)
What's up there?
Who's that?
It better be some fucking beers that's all I know.
Fucking hell, who is it?
All right?
Fuck man, it's Billy Maroney.
What if he comes in here?
I suppose so.
Well, that's your stepdad.
You're safe.
What do you want?
I come to see you and Mark.
Yeah, we don't want to see you.
Of course you do, come on, let me in.
[Kim] No.
What's happened to you?
What's happened to me?
[Mark] Dad?
Go inside, go inside.
Let me see the little man, Kim.
How about go fuck yourself.
Letting you (mumbles) Bill.
I've missed you.
Yeah, you should have thought about that
before you started polling that skank Amy.
Don't start all that.
Don't start?
I saw the messages.
You want to show her your big hard throbbing cock, do ya?
Not really, no.
I was out my nut, Kim.
Let me tell you something.
You ain't no fucking big.
Have a nice party, Bill.
Anyway that bird I was polling,
she had to be fucking blind as well.
I'm on top of her and she didn't even see me coming.
(laughing)
Fucking, Spiderman all over her face.
(laughing)
¶ Oh but is a bad day ¶
¶ When you're sky with a touch of grey ¶
¶ Please let me know will you be home again ¶
¶ Please let me know if you'll be back again ¶
Where's the party?
Join the main event, let's go.
You're not fucking going, are ya?
[Female] It's not a joke.
Pull yourself together mate, what's the matter with ya?
I'm bricking it mate.
What if he decks me?
He ain't gonna fucking deck you, is he?
I kicked a copper in the face outside his yard.
He went away for me.
Talk fucking English.
Yard?
House.
Vin, man, I didn't even visit him.
If he gives you a dig, he gives you a dig, yeah.
Grow a pair of balls, son.
All right Bill.
[Bill] Vinnie.
How you doing brother.
Welcome home mate.
What's he doing here?
You silly bastard, come here.
Fucking hell, I thought you was hump me then Bill.
Listen mate, listen mate, I'm sorry about
what happened before with that.
So what, I did a year behind the door.
You saved us all a 10 stretch, yeah.
You did the right thing.
That Old Bill was doing me in, what was his name again?
Richard Wood?
Fucking loves me.
[Bartender] So what can I get ya?
Give me a bottle of bubbly, yeah?
No cheap shit.
[Bartender] Hold on.
(Bill mumbling)
All right ladies, fancy a bit of bubbly.
Go on then.
Hi.
Hello.
How long did you get?
Just a few nights.
Why you so interested?
You ever been to prison?
I'm a good girl.
Yeah, what you good at then?
What you doing tonight?
Whatever this crazy fucker's got planned for me.
[Kim] I thought it was no birds allowed.
What are you doing here, Kim?
What am I doing here?
Who the fuck is she?
What you fucking laughing at Vinnie?
Who the fuck is she then?
I am here.
Kim, you're pissed out your nut.
Yeah, well look at you, fucking champagne Charlie.
What?
You're in a fucking pub you prick.
I see you two have a history.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Rachel.
Rachel?
What, aren't you that fucking Branham slag.
What, you're working in Dagenham now, are ya?
Calm down will ya?
What's the matter with ya, you're pissed.
Fucking slag.
(women shouting)
She's tipsy all right.
Get off me.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing's the matter with me.
I'm going home.
What was that about?
Nothing.
Kim?
No, get off me.
Kim, let me take you.
Go back to your fucking slag inside.
Oh, listen, she means nothing.
It's just someone--
Go back inside Billy.
I'm going home.
Kim.
[Male] You love the girls, don't you.
You've banged more girls than I've had hot dinners.
Bloody slags the lot of them.
Money grabbing whores.
Robin ain't a whore.
She loves a bit of coring, mate.
What are you doing?
I'm off. You fucking ain't.
All right, I stashed a bag at Robin's.
I need to go and get it, all right.
You winding me up?
No.
You some sort of idiot?
Calm down, Vin mate, all right?
I couldn't take it to Workies in case of Old Bill.
I'll go and get it now.
Go and get that bag right now and bring it back here,
you stupid fuck.
All right.
Now.
(soft piano music)
(Kim muttering)
Stupid fucking dozy cow.
Stupid fucking cow.
Fucking hell.
I should have left it fucking alone.
I had to go down there, fucking do stupid shit
like an idiot.
(glass shattering)
Fuck.
Fuck you, fuck you.
(dramatic instrumental music)
(zipper zipping)
Shh.
(zipper zipping)
You all right Danny. You all right Gibbo.
[Gibbo] You right, you still (mumbles), mate?
[Danny] No, mate, they're flaky as.
You look fucked, where you been?
[Gibbo] Vinnie's.
Now I gotta wake Robin up.
[Danny] Good luck, man.
Anyway. Laters, yeah?
Yeah they are.
(knocking)
What do you want?
Look at the state of ya.
You look like a fish mouse head.
(dramatic electronic music)
What you doing?
Gibbo, what're you doing?
Where is it?
[Robyn] Where's what?
The fucking bag.
What bag?
Don't be stupid slag, my bag, where is it?
[Robyn] I don't know what you're talking about Gibbo.
Who else has been in here?
Who else has fucking been in here?
[Robyn] No one. Hey?
[Robyn] No on.
There was half a kilo in that fucking,
there were half a kilo in that fucking bag.
[Kim] What is going on?
Ask your shit cunt daughter.
No, no, no, none of that now, none of that.
What is going on?
Did you fucking take it?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You've got to calm down.
You fucking slag, didn't ya.
Little fucking slag.
You fucking took it, didn't ya?
Get out of my fucking face.
Gibbo get out of my fucking face.
Can you get out of my fucking house?
Get out Gibbo.
Fucking find it.
What the fuck is going now.
This is fucking bollocks.
You all right babe?
What's going on?
Huh?
What the fuck is going on?
I don't know.
You don't know?
I'm trying to fucking sleep round here.
It's fucking bollocks.
Danny?
All right mate.
Sweet.
Here you are.
If this comes out on top,
you know you're a dead man, right?
Don't fuck them over.
You reckon you can get away with it.
I ain't hanging around to find out.
Give me the dough, I wanna get out of here.
See ya later.
Later, watch your back.
[Johnny] Morning boss.
Morning Johnny, how we doing?
[Johnny] Yeah, good thanks.
Is our race star ready for the race?
(horse neighing)
[Johnny] A bit excitable this morning.
Yeah?
Yeah, I've mucked out the yard, done the feeds
and I'm just gonna start on the grooming now.
Don't tell me about this guy.
He is not hungry?
It's okay, I'll do it, I'll do it.
[Johnny] You sure?
Yeah, have a day off mate.
[Johnny] Oh cheers.
(television chattering)
Here you go.
What do you say?
[Mark] Thanks.
Oh, it doesn't taste nice.
Here, leave that for me.
Here you go.
I don't want it with water.
Eat what you're fucking given, I'm not in the mood Mark.
All right, sit down.
Where you going?
I'm late, I've got to go to school.
I'm taking you.
I was getting ready.
I've just got to get dressed.
Carly's mum's taking us.
What, since when?
Is she?
Yeah.
Oh that's good.
All right, be good then.
Yep.
See ya later.
That's good.
Fuck I feel rough.
You ready?
Ready for what?
I've got to go to work.
No, we've got to go get the bag.
No, it ain't my fucking mess, Robs.
It's your fucking mess, no.
Mum, you promised.
I've got to go to work.
I can't pull a sickie, can I?
I've got to go to work.
For fuck's sake mum.
Oh for fuck's sake.
All right, look, I'll come after.
Meet me at work at one, I'll do a half-day.
Fuck's sake.
Fucking hell.
(zipper zipping)
¶ I swear I think I'm ready for it ¶
¶ So, ready for love ¶
¶ So, wanna share my stuff with you ¶
¶ Sex, drugs, rock and roll ¶
¶ I saw it all, it was ours ¶
Hello?
This yours?
Yeah.
What are you up to?
Just looking for something.
What are you looking for?
Why do you talk like that?
Where are your friends?
Nobody likes me.
I could be your friend if you like.
Okay.
Mark, what are you doing?
Going to school.
[Miss Smith] Well, you're late.
Do you want a lift?
No thanks, I've got to meet Carly.
(dramatic instrumental music)
Vin, I swear to you man I searched everywhere for it.
You should hope we find it, eh.
What if we don't?
Come on.
(dog barking)
Go on then.
I'll go Spiderman on this bitch, right.
What the fuck are we doing?
[Gibbo] Big man, woohoo.
Come on Gibbo, what the fuck?
Good man.
Fucking open it man.
Fuck.
Shit.
What were you thinking?
You know he's slippery.
I didn't know he was going to rob me, did I?
Don't start, I didn't know the gear was there.
Why's Bill leaving his fucking gear
in my fucking house, fucking prick.
I don't reckon it was Billy's gear, Mum.
Who's gear was it then?
I don't know, but Gibbo's talking about
some Pozzo gang.
[Kim] What?
Come on.
(knocking)
Hello?
(knocking)
Fuck it.
Hello?
Danny?
Hello?
Mum, mum?
What's that?
Don't look.
All right, we gotta get out of here.
Get out of here.
Come here.
Did you touch the door?
Did you touch the fucking door?
Fuck it.
Let's go.
Put your hood up, just walk, babe, just walk.
(police siren whirling)
Yeah, roger, we're arriving on the premises now.
Yeah, roger that.
(knocking)
It's ajar.
[Policeman] Sir, police!
Call it in, call it in.
(police siren whirling)
[Richard] Any sign of forced entry?
[Policeman] Front door was open when we got here, sir.
[Jane] I know his name, but this is pretty drastic
for someone so small time.
It doesn't make sense.
It's a headache, that's what this is.
Wroth having a chat to the neighbours outside?
Yeah, have a sweep of the area.
(police radio chattering)
[Paul] Hello officer.
Hello.
What seems to be the problem?
You didn't happen to see anything
or anyone suspicious here did ya?
What's your name?
[Paul] Paul.
Paul, it's all right Paul, you can speak to me,
I'm a police officer.
There was a car watching the house.
A car?
Where was this car?
There?
Did you see who was driving it?
No, I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I don't suppose you managed to see the plate.
No?
Do me a favour, if you don't mind, wait here.
I'll get someone to grab your details.
[Paul] Okay.
I like your tie.
Thank you very much.
Nice shoes.
Grab his details for us, will ya?
Ah fuck.
Do think Serji and the boys found him first?
[Vinnie] Shit.
Cheers.
Thanks.
[Jane] Do you think it was Vinnie?
Nah, he's not smart enough.
Whoever did this is a lot smarter than Vinnie Taylor.
No prints, the house was spotless.
Witness said he spotted a car parked outside.
Did he get a good look at the driver?
I don't think he knew what day it was to be honest.
Trace it anyway, who knows.
Jane.
Just keep a tab on Billy.
I wouldn't be surprised if that prat's involved some how.
Sure.
(knocking)
Come in.
Sarge, we've got another body.
Are you fucking kidding me?
[Policeman] No.
Look, I've got to go, yeah, speak later.
What we got?
[Jane] Caucasian male, stab wound to the chest.
No witnesses, no murder weapon.
[Richard] ID?
[Jane] Not yet.
(Richard mumbles)
Not easy trying to find anything on Albanians.
They're like ghosts.
[Richard] Yeah, everyone's got history.
There's no such thing as ghosts.
[Jane] I hope you're right.
[Richard] So do I.
(phone ringing)
(glass shattering)
(dramatic instrumental music)
Why's he always the last one out?
Probably gone home.
Just go.
We can't just go, if he comes out, what am I gonna say
when they say you're neglecting your kid.
Hi, Miss Smith.
Is Mark in there?
No.
I saw him this morning and offered him a lift
on Shafter Road.
He didn't turn up.
[Kim] All right, thank you.
Where the fuck is he?
Let's go.
Where is he, the little shit.
Oh fuck.
No fuck.
Fuck sake, Rob.
Mark?
Where is he?
Mark?
All right Kim.
All right Carol?
You haven't seen Mark?
Is he in there at all?
No babe.
Do you know where Mark is?
No.
Right, did you take him to school this morning?
No was I supposed to?
No, it's all right, I'm getting my days mixed up.
Sorry, don't worry about it.
I think Robyn's got him.
You all right?
You wanna come in for a cup of tea or something?
Nah, you're good.
I see ya later, bye.
See ya later.
See ya.
He's not there.
Fuck.
Where the fuck is he?
What have you done?
How is this my fault?
Why did you open your legs?
They've got my fucking boy.
Your boy?
You having a fucking laugh?
What have you done for Mark since Billy went away?
You're a shit mum and everyone knows it.
You better shut your mouth.
At least I ain't a fucking slag like you.
I'm a slag?
Who had a baby when they were 13?
Slag.
I wish I never fucking had you.
Get out of my fucking house.
[Robyn] Where am I meant to go?
I don't give a fuck, get out.
[Robyn] All right, fucking bitch.
(fists pounding)
You piece of fucking shit.
You piece of shit.
Fucking shit.
Sit down will ya.
Calm down.
You've been out two days and you put shit in my house.
What is wrong with you?
Kim, I don't know what you're talking about love.
You put Gibbo's stash in my place last night.
You know what I'm talking about.
Two days you're out and you're bringing shit
into my fucking house, I don't need it.
Kim, I don't know what you're talking about.
Kim, I didn't put any shit in your house.
Don't lie to me.
Where's my son?
Where's Mark?
What do you mean, where's Mark?
[Kim] Where is Mark?
[Billy] What are you talking about?
I'm asking you where is he?
What sort of a fucking mother are you?
What's the fucking matter with you Kim?
What's the matter with you?
My life was fine without you.
Fuck sake, where's Vinnie?
[Kim] You tell me.
He ain't answered my calls.
Where's Gibbo?
I don't know.
Give me your phone.
Why do you do this?
Why you put shit in my house?
Kim, I haven't done anything.
I swear to you.
(phone ringing)
Kim?
No, it's Billy.
Get your ass round Kim's house now.
[Gibbo] Yeah, yeah, mate, on my own.
Now.
Bill?
Right, when was the last time you've seen Mark?
This morning.
Right.
Come on, let's go.
(water running)
Thank you, see you later.
What you fucking looking at?
Look at you, you're all fucking mongrels, ain't ya?
You're a fucking murderer.
What did you say?
You're a fucking murderer.
Laugh at me.
I'll fucking murder you in a minute.
Come on then, I'm not scared of you.
Fuck off.
Fuck it, I'll come and fucking hit you.
Go on then.
(men chattering)
What the fuck you doing Serji?
[Serji] You've gone too far this time, Vinnie.
I thought we were friends.
We are friends.
Well, you think you are a big man Vinnie?
Think you can cross me without retribution?
What?
You killed my brother.
I ain't kill your brother.
You're lying.
Fuck you.
You like knives Vinnie?
Let me tell you a story.
When I was growing up
my family were poor.
My father used to go out hunting to bring home food
to feed his family.
You know what he taught me Vinnie?
He taught me how to remove the skin.
You know to make it easy you don't kill the animal.
If it's warm, the skin will slide off.
I'll teach you.
You fucking try it yeah, and I'll cut your fucking--
Shh,
what?
I thought so.
I didn't kill your brother, all right.
Ah it's too late now.
I didn't kill your brother Serji.
Serji, I didn't kill your brother, okay?
Ah, fucking.
(Vinnie gasps)
Sit down.
You fucked me over Gibbo.
I know.
I messed up.
Fucking right you messed up.
Now tell me what you know and tell me
what the fuck's been going on behind my back.
All I know is that vindo--
(Kim snapping fingers)
Vin didn't kill Danny, he just wants people to think he did
and he hasn't got anything to do with Mark going missing.
[Kim] Where the fuck is Mark.
Answer her.
I don't know.
I don't know where Mark is.
Maybe he ran off, I don't know.
He's always saving up money for that trip jar thing
that he had.
The jar's upstairs Bill.
He ain't going fucking no-where.
[Bill] Do you think that boy's some kind of moron?
What do you know?
What about, the Albanians?
[Bill] Talk to me, what do you mean?
[Robyn] What the fuck are you doing here?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Just what do you think you are?
[Bill] I'll see if she's all right.
I'm not finished with you.
Robyn?
You all right darling?
It's all my fault.
It's not your fault, darling.
It is.
Mark's gone because of me.
I don't know what to do.
Listen, this is not your fault.
Don't worry about your mum.
I'm gonna sort her out.
I'll get Mark back.
What if the gangsters--
(Vinnie choking)
I didn't kill your fucking brother Serji.
I know Vinnie, I know.
You know how I know Vinnie?
Because you're too stupid.
You wouldn't kill a man without leaving a trace behind.
Right?
There is one thing you do know.
Where's my cocaine Vinnie?
We said fucking Monday.
So you got my cocaine?
Where's my money Vinnie?
Give me a couple of days
and I'll get your fucking money, all right?
No, no, no.
I'll get back my money.
You?
You will tell me, who has my cocaine.
I don't fucking know.
Or my money?
I don't know.
My cocaine and my money.
A name Vinnie.
Kim.
What?
Kim.
You piece of fucking shit.
What's up?
I'm pregnant Bill.
You what?
I don't know what to do.
Come on, what did we say about that?
Hashtag coitus interruptus.
Fuck sake Bill.
Listen, let's not worry about that now.
How old was you when we first met?
When I first come round and took your crazy mum out?
Six?
Seven.
Seven, whatever.
You jumped out from behind the door
and attacked me with a cosh.
You nearly shit yourself.
Yeah.
So would you.
Listen it's gonna be all right.
Your mum's head is all over the place at the minute.
Why don't you get yourself upstairs
and leave me to deal with this.
Yeah?
Come on.
I love you so much.
You're the dad I never had.
I guess I am.
It's always get one free in Dagenham, you know that.
Go on, get yourself up.
Leave this to me.
Get by and talk to him, mate.
What you thinking?
There's a warehouse near Elm Drive.
I can take you there.
What is he in there?
I don't know.
I can take you there.
[Kim] Let's go.
Kim, you're not coming love.
I'm coming with you.
Kim, if Mark comes back, if he does come back,
he's gonna wanna see you here, isn't he?
I saved your ass how many fucking times?
I'm coming with ya, he's my son.
All right, let's do this.
(dramatic instrumental music)
If you get there before me, wait, don't go in.
[Kim] Where you going?
Going to see someone.
We're going in together.
All right.
Everything's gonna be all right.
[Kim] Just fucking drive.
What the fuck?
(door bell dinging)
Hello Richard, darling.
Don't fucking Richard darling me.
Are you stupid?
What's wrong?
Why you so angry?
What's wrong?
You've got punters walking in and out of here
as I'm turning up.
What are you trying to do?
Trying to get me caught?
Well, you're hardly being very discrete now are you?
I'm trying to run a business here Richard.
You're not my only client.
Much so you would like to be.
Yeah well, fuck this.
Where you going?
Back to work.
Fucking, fucking bitch.
Fucking bitch.
All right, Rich.
What you doing here?
I knew I find ya, but I didn't have you down
as a curb crawler, I must admit.
I'm on a stakeout, thank you very much.
Yeah, of course you are mate.
What do you want?
I need your help.
[Kim] Fuck it, I'm going in.
Bill said wait.
They've got Mark in there.
You don't know that.
Billy said wait til he gets here.
Billy said, Billy fucking said,
I'm going in, fuck that.
Kim?
Kim.
Fuck sake.
(knocking)
[Kim] Get your fucking hands off me
Well, hello, hello.
Have a seat.
[Male] Sit down.
Where's my son?
You must be Kim.
You had a woman in my place?
Who else have you told?
You afraid of her?
Of him?
I'm talking to you, where's my son?
You're a beautiful girl, but when I talk,
you shut the fuck up.
Give him the fucking bag, Kim.
You give him the fucking bag.
Beautiful, now we're going somewhere.
Let me get this straight.
Your kid goes missing, you ain't informed the police.
Listen, these fucking bastards have got my son.
I know they have.
Just fucking hurry up, yeah?
Let's hope you're right.
Here, here, up here on the left.
Oh, okay.
Detective Richard Wood requesting backup
at Elm Drive warehouse, suspects possibly armed,
Trojan assistance required.
Richard what the fuck are you thinking, mate?
That wasn't part of the plan, was it?
I'm not the fucking equaliser Billy.
We can't just go storming in.
We can, we can, this is my son we're talking about,
just fucking hurry up.
[Kim] It's your fucking bag.
(Serji shushing everyone)
Wake up.
No, they cannot know it's my place.
Your boyfriend is coming with some friends.
Oh.
I don't like rats.
Don't fucking touch me.
No, no, no, it's not that easy with this one.
(Kim whimpering)
[Kim] Go on then, do it.
Go on, do it.
(Kim choking)
How does it feel?
Now we can go.
[Bill] That's Gibbo's car.
[Serji] Kill them all.
(gun exploding)
[Bill] Fuck sake Kim, I told you to wait in the car.
(gun exploding)
We have two, IC two, male suspects making off
in a bronze metallic riv four.
Billy.
Mate, please untie me.
Untie him, Gibbo.
No Billy mate, he's fucked us over.
Gibbo, untie him now.
Now Gibbo.
All units need to be warned that suspects
are possibly armed so Trojan assistance will be required.
Vinnie, have you lost your fucking marbles?
You fucking set me up, didn't you?
Hey man, put the gun (gun exploding).
(footsteps)
Mum?
I'm so sorry.
Have they found Mark?
What if?
What if he's dead.
Mum, no don't say that.
He's probably run away.
He's somewhere.
What about Billy?
He's with the police.
Where's Gibbo?
Gibbo took a hit, babe.
Gibbo's all right.
He's in the hospital.
He's all right.
(knocking)
It's Sue.
(doorbell chiming)
All right, can we talk?
Come on, please.
It'll take just a minute.
[Female] You've got one minute.
Do you want a drink?
I'm all right.
You okay?
Not really.
Is it work?
You can talk to me.
I've always believed in law, you know?
You've got good guys and you've got bad guys.
Everything seemed so black and white.
What's changed?
I don't know, it seems a bit grey.
Well sometimes Richard, people don't have a choice
on what we become.
I ought to go.
You didn't come to see me?
I'm sorry.
Stay.
I gotta take care of something.
Why don't you get yourself to bed now?
Off you go.
I'm all right, pet
I'm fine.
It's fucked.
Thank you.
That won't make you cry.
[Kim] It's all right, yeah.
Fucking hell.
We're gonna get him back.
(knocking)
I'll get it.
(gentle instrumental music)
Kim?
Get off me.
What do you want?
Kim, come on, come here.
Kim, I know I've screwed up and I'm so sorry for that.
Come back to me.
Kim, I love you.
Come here, come here, come here.
[Kim] Is this it?
[Bill] This is it Kim, yeah.
Fucking, I think it's not a good idea.
What?
Well, I don't know, she
doesn't, she thinks I'm a bad mum
or something, I don't want to be done
for neglect or something.
Kim, what have you done wrong?
You've done nothing wrong.
Just go in there and talk to her.
All right.
You come with me?
Of course.
[Kim] Hi, Miss Smith, I'm really sorry to bother you.
Kim?
Yeah.
What you doing here?
I just wanted to ask you some questions.
[Miss Smith] How did you get my address?
I went down the school.
Well, they shouldn't have given you my address.
I'm really sorry.
Look, I'm just going to be real with you.
I haven't seen Mark in 24 hours, right.
I know you saw him last and I wanted to ask you,
talk to you about it, if that's possible.
Kim, look,
I told you all I know.
I offered him a lift, but he didn't want one.
He's your responsibility, Kim.
If he doesn't show up that's your fault.
Look, my son is missing, why you so fucking harsh with me?
I don't know why you've got it in for me always.
I'm just trying to explain to you to what's going on.
Okay.
Was he on his own on Shafter Road?
Miss Smith, can we come talk
about this in private, please?
I'm actually in the middle of something.
This is important.
Come in.
Just go through here.
I'm sorry, I'm moving.
Look I'm really sorry.
I don't mean to bother you.
Just, Mark really likes you and--
He's a good boy.
Yeah, he is.
Look, I'm not a bad mum.
He's been missing for 24 hours and I just thought
you saw him on Shafter Road you said.
I thought you might.
I'm sorry Kim.
If I knew anything, I'd tell you both.
[Bill] Miss Smith has he said--
Kim.
(Kim whimpering)
Hi, Denise?
Yeah look, I'm not one for talking to Old Bill,
but there's a kid involved.
What did you see?
The kid was talking to Paul, and some woman pulled up
in a car.
I think I recognise her from the school.
A parent?
No, no, like a teacher or something like that.
What colour car?
Silver, small, maybe a Fiesta or a Micro, maybe.
And who's Paul?
Oh no, he's harmless, he lives over there.
He's a bit psycho.
What number?
43 I think.
Thank you.
Yeah, whatever.
I need you to check which female member of staff
drives a silver car at Saint Thomas's School.
Run me a check on an address.
43 Shafter Road.
(Miss Smith whimpering)
This is your fault.
You're always clumsy, making mistakes.
I'm sorry.
I try to give you what you want, what you crave
and look what you've done with it.
You ruin it.
Now who's going to clean up this mess?
Me again?
I didn't mean to take him.
So I have to listen to you drone on about Calum
for the rest of our lives, do I?
He was my son.
Was.
He's dead you babbling imbecile.
That poor mother was right, you are weak.
Can't you see I was trying to help you?
I didn't need your help.
Sit.
Sit down whilst I try and work out how to get us
out of this fucking mess.
Please.
Please Paul, let them go.
They haven't done anything.
You can't hurt her.
I won't let you.
I want this to stop.
Please, please, Paul.
Please, you're not well.
Please.
(Miss Smith gagging)
[Male] Yes Jane?
It's the teacher's house.
[Paul] Come on mate.
Wake up mate.
Fuck.
(Paul whimpering)
Billy, give him to me.
This piece of shit took my son.
He killed my brother.
I'll make him pay for both of us.
Be smart here.
[Bill] Come here darling, come here.
(Paul whimpering)
You all right darling?
[Mark] Mum?
Mark.
[Mark] Mummy?
Go look for Mark, go get Mark.
[Kim] Mark?
Mark?
[Mark] Mum?
Oh my gosh.
You all right?
Yeah.
You okay?
Okay, we're gonna go.
All right, where's your stuff?
You all right?
Don't look at anything.
Close your eyes.
We're just going down the stairs.
(phone dialling)
[Answering Machine] Yo, this is G to the I to the B
to the B to the O, Gibbo's phone.
Please leave a message after the tone, all right?
(beeping)
I keep running through these events in my mind,
but something just isn't adding up.
Richard you sound like a broken record son.
Listen, you might be a fool living round here,
but you ain't fooling me.
Off the record, Vinnie didn't kill his sister, did he?
I know he didn't, it was Serji.
But I'm running round here on a wild fucking goose chase,
I can't touch him.
All I know is that they operate out that warehouse.
Yeah, it's not registered.
I can't afford to have another dead body on my hands.
There will be repercussions
especially if it could have been prevented.
So the question is, if he's taken Paul,
where's he taken him?
You guarantee it'd be some place special.
Why do you say that?
It was his brother he nutted off.
I'm out of here.
You know, I always wondered.
Me I do it
because of the money, to have a better life.
You?
Why?
Why not?
You killed my brother for why not?
My blood.
(Paul screaming)
Wake up, wake up.
This is for my brother.
(Paul groaning)
This
for the why not.
Where have you been?
Go inside.
(gentle piano music)
I came as quick as I could.
Have there been any developments?
What's going on?
You knew they were Albanians.
What are you talking about?
It was a guess, I told you.
Don't bullshit me.
I know as much as you do.
Yeah?
What's going on, I don't understand.
Find a boy, find a killer.
That's great detective work that.
Shame you're a Judas fucking pig.
I'm gonna prove it.
Shit.
Where's my cup, gorgeous.
You want one?
What's going on?
Bought you a present.
Yeah, what did you get me?
What's this?
You serious.
It's our ticket out, mate.
Oh my gosh.
[Robyn] Mum?
Oh my gosh.
[Robyn] Mum?
Go see what she wants then.
Mum.
Hello, man.
How you doing?
Gibbo. Bill.
[Bill] You all right.
Not too bad.
[Kim] All right Gibbs, how's that arm going?
[Gibbo] It's fine.
Thanks for that.
No problem.
I need your help.
(upbeat music)
¶ Only some days ¶
¶ I think of you the way I should ¶
¶ I think of you ¶
¶ As only one way ¶
¶ I'll take the bad to bring the good ¶
¶ To think of you ¶
¶ But I know you'll go by the way you know that's right ¶
¶ The way you know that's right ¶
¶ I know you'll go by the way you know that's right ¶
¶ The way you know that's right ¶
¶ And I'll save your soul ¶
¶ I'll always ¶
¶ And I'll save your soul ¶
¶ I'll always ¶
¶ And I'll save your soul ¶