So it looks like this Dixon-Hamill rivalry has now escalated
to a full-blown loyalist feud.
LEE: You heard somebody went after Dixie this morning?
Petrol bomb. So? Feels like the start of something.
Something bad.
There is one person, ma'am. He knows the ground.
He's no longer with the section, though.
Then bring him back immediately.
I need you to come back in.
Nicola Robinson will never allow it.
She already has.
AISLING: You look different.
I, er, started doing a wee bit of kick boxing.
Kick boxing? All right, RoboCop.
TOMMY: Stop where you are! Police!
Stop where you are!
Lee, they're right to be scared,
because it's real. What's real?
Men with guns.
We can change it. What?
You just have to trust me.
You're done, Dixie. Dead man walking.
Any time, Davy. Bring it on.
Ah, you just keep on slathering, Dixie.
You're all getting it.
JEN: I'm looking into an incident
that happened during the Troubles.
The Stuarts chip shop bombing.
Sorry. No. We need to leave the past alone.
So, do you fancy it?
What? A drink after work.
Nowhere is safe for you now.
Nowhere.
Close your eyes. It's easier.
GUNSHOTS
Morning. Morning.
You OK? Yeah, aye. Grand. Yeah.
What?
We are idiots.
Very sexy idiots.
Oh, fuck...
Let's see. Ohhh...!
OK. Wow.
Yeah. Very nice!
BOTH LAUGH
Tequila. OK...
Love that one. Wow.
Well... Yeah. Great.
Yeah. One for the road.
CAMERA CLICKS
No! Would you get away?
Come on, it'll be funny. No.
FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS
DOOR OPENS DOWNSTAIRS Shhhh...
What? Shhhh!
What?
DOOR CLOSES
You can't let Grace see you.
FOOTSTEPS RETURN
Huh?
Like, no-one's allowed to find out about this.
Why not?
Are you joking?
I'll go talk to her,
tell her to go to work. You stay here, just be quiet.
Seriously? Yes, seriously. Shhhh!
All right. Whatever.
PHONE BEEPS
Oh, for God's sake.
Sorry. I'll...I'll tidy it up.
Sorry. Did you bring someone back last night?
Annie, you know it's not safe to invite random guys back home.
Hi. Er...
Jim Dixon was shot last night. Canning wants to see me.
DOOR OPENS
CHATTER
Ops planning. Inspector McNally.
Paul, I'm going to need more response officers here,
erm, for about 72 hours.
Doesn't matter where they're from.
Any district, any station.
Yeah, the boss has signed off on it.
OK, yes. Thanks.
Hey. OK, so it's 12-hour shifts
and whatever overtime is necessary.
That's still not enough. I've put in a request for
more boots on the ground. Is anyone off shift this morning?
PHONE RINGS
Tommy's got the morning off.
Can you call him in? Yeah, yeah, sure.
No, I don't want the TSGs anywhere near it!
Tell them to stand off nearby.
Well, I don't know. Just not Mount Eden. OK?
Yeah... Thank you.
Murray, anything from MIT?
No witnesses, no CCTV.
Looks like the gunman was already in the house.
Double head shot.
Afterwards, even took care of the shell casings.
Not your average dickhead. And they've lifted Hamill?
Yeah, first thing. I'm interviewing him in 30 minutes.
MIT are sitting in. Any intel from Mount Eden?
Yeah, I'm working on it. You know they'll be knocking
on your door for that any second?
Yeah, I know that!
Thanks. OK.
OK...
Helen?
Ma'am.
Sit rep.
MIT are forward basing on the second floor.
We're pulling everyone in on 12-hour shifts
to work the cordons and manage VCPs.
I've put in a request for temporary transfer
of response officers from districts who can spare them.
TSGs are standing off nearby in case of public order issues,
and we're advertising a public meeting on social media to help
reassure the community.
I hope they're more reassured than I am. The chief's worried
about reprisals, about a public order event
we don't have the numbers to control.
We have to prevent that at all costs.
Operation Bright Side.
Well, at least someone's got a sense of humour.
You're silver command as of now.
I hope you packed your pyjamas.
It's not easy, is it?
I need you to step up here.
Yeah. Sure.
I mean, I was the one that brought you here.
I was told you were good on the ground, a real prospect.
I am, Sarge. Yeah, the thing is, Shane,
right now we've a murder on our patch, and people
are looking at me for something solid, and I've fuck-all.
And the one guy I thought I could rely on
is standing in front of me,
sweating buckets, stinking of drink.
I'm...I'm fine...
..all right? Look, I won't let you down here.
I know you won't,
because if you do, you can stay here with your new friends.
KNOCK ON WINDOW
RADIO PLAYS QUIETLY
QUIET CHATTER
How are you?
Yeah, really good. Yeah.
It's all kicking off up your way.
Yeah.
It's, er...
It's a loyalist feud. It's crazy.
Sounds like it.
I've been working with this guy, er, Murray Canning.
He's with the Paramilitary Crime Task Force.
It's interesting.
"Interesting"? Yeah.
I mean, to see how the other side of things work, you know?
I thought you were a response man.
No! I mean...I am, but it's just...
I don't know. Not my cup of tea. No?
No.
That shite always ends up messy, you know?
So, what'll it be, Romeo?
CHUCKLES
Oh, let me guess.
Scrambled eggs, no toast.
Actually, I think I'll have the large fry.
Me too.
I like a man you can influence.
Thanks. Thank you.
Jesus! Shane!
What? We're in work!
There's nobody here.
I know, but just...
I don't know about you, but my head is liftin' here.
Have you any painkillers?
DOOR OPENS
Oh, guys, just so you know, we're going to be
on 12-hour shifts and possibly overtime for the next few days.
I'm supposed to see my mum tonight.
I'm sorry, Annie.
DOOR CLOSES
DOOR OPENS
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Hi, Sandra.
Sandra, I told you Inspector Johnson was back in.
Yeah. You did.
I, um...
..don't know if you got my letter.
I haven't read it.
Yeah. Um...of course. It's, er...
Maybe we should...
Yeah.
PHONE RINGS
Hello? SANDRA: Tommy. Where are you?
I'm in the countryside.
You're in the countryside?!
AISLING LAUGHS
All right, well, look,
can I entice you back
to Gotham City ASAP, please?
We're all hands on deck here. Yeah, sure.
Um, I'm on my way.
Brilliant. Thank you.
BOTH LAUGH
You really need to get out of Belfast more.
Listen, there's something I wanted to run by you.
Your district has put a call out
for volunteers to help out in response.
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking,
"Oh, shite, she is a stalker." But I swear
it's not because of you. I just think
it would be really good experience.
And it's only for a few days.
100%.
Do you think?
Definitely.
I mean, I don't think
you'll be able for it, like.
It's too much action for a wee country girl.
"Country girl"?! I work in Derry,
you slabber. It makes Belfast look like Surrey!
Yeah, well... We'll see.
OK, well...
Well...
DOG BARKS COIN RATTLES
GRACE: Heads. Ha, got you!
STEVIE: Shite. God give me strength...
DOORBELL
Hello, sir. We're making some enquiries
about a serious incident that happened last night in the area. No.
Well, we were just wondering if you could possibly... No.
Heads.
Ahhh...! Yes!
Hello. We're just making some enquiries
about an incident that happened last night, and we just wondered
if you'd heard anything or you'd seen any...
Oh, you can just feel the love, can't you?
I wish people would stop offering us cups of tea.
What's up with you? Nothing.
You seem a bit distracted.
Oh, God. It's just Annie. You know, living with her
is like living with a bloody student.
Yeah. Remind me why
I moved in with her again. Because you're mad.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, that'll be it.
DOOR OPENS
Yes? Hello. We're just, er,
making some enquiries
about the serious incident that happened in the area
last night, and we just wondered
if you'd seen anything or heard anything.
I'm sorry. No.
OK. We notice you have a wee doorbell camera there.
There wouldn't be any chance we could have a look at it?
I can't give you that, love.
Why not?
You know why not.
Well, is there anything on it?
I haven't looked.
OK.
Um, well, say we came back here
with a warrant to seize it against your will,
would it still be there? Wouldn't be wiped, would it?
No.
It wouldn't be wiped.
OK. Thank you.
Uniform Uniform 72. Please advise MIT SIO
that it would be worthwhile getting a warrant
for the doorbell camera at 92 Cleary Street.
Over. Will do, Stevie. Over.
So, she'll give it us as long as it looks like
she's not giving it us. Pretty much.
Heads or tails?
Heads. Uniform Uniform 72.
Report of a suspicious death at 38 Herondale Gardens. Over.
Er, that's a negative. 72 here.
We've been tasked door-to-doors in Mount Eden.
You're reassigned. Over.
Ooh! Happy days!
At ease, soldier.
So...
..I understand you have a proposition
for us.
I want to take over.
The whole supply.
How?
I've got good people around me.
Taxi business. I can make it work.
You tell me this, Lee.
Who killed Dixie?
It wasn't me. There's threats
against Jim Dixon all over your social media.
Last night, you attended a illegal band parade,
where police officers heard you threatening to kill him.
He had just had my wee lad beaten up.
Yes, I threatened him, but I had nothing to do with this.
Where were you at the time of the incident?
At my son's hospital bed.
I went there straight after that parade. Ask the hospital.
Did you order the killing of Jim Dixon?
No! I did not.
And I have no fucking idea who did.
Sorry, can I just establish roles here?
Establish roles?
DS Kelly here is part of the Major Investigation Team,
so why are you interviewing my client?
There's some crossover in our enquiries.
Is that right?
Fascinating.
How so? Well, I might speculate
that if you're in here trying to gather intelligence
on what happened last night, then...
..you don't have much else to go on.
And in terms of Mr Hamill here,
you've absolutely nothing at all.
The problem with you Nordies is that youse love chaos.
Did I ever tell you about the last time I was here?
I was nearly shot meself.
And me cousin Sully...
..dead as doornails.
It's just messy.
Y'know?
But it is profitable.
And that is why my bosses don't want to walk away...
..yet.
So...
..Tina here tells me
that you're not part of any organisation.
So how's that going to work?
I'll pay my taxes.
Will you be in the frame for this Dixon thing
or anywhere near it?
You're gonna have to get more cars,
more men.
Can you do that?
A few weeks. Not in a few weeks.
Now.
You pay that back double.
In a month.
Where's the solicitor?
PHONE VIBRATES
Um, excuse me.
I'm sorry.
I have to take this.
What, now? Why? What's changed?
Right. Right. OK.
Yeah. Yeah, see you there.
Where are you going?
I can't represent you any more.
You what? I, er...
I have to recuse myself.
Sorry, what?!
What the hell? Sweet Davy fucked.
Well done, boss.
No turning back now. No going back, mate.
Hello, sir.
Are you OK?
We're sorry to meet you under these circumstances, sir.
What?
Did you call the police, sir?
I don't know. I don't think so.
All right. Well, um, is there
anyone else in the house that might have called?
Anyone in trouble?
I'm sorry.
My husband's dead.
He just died.
OK. Is he in the house?
Er, yes.
He's upstairs.
It was me. I called the police.
Michael had stage four lung cancer
and recently developed bony metastases. Sorry, what?
Er, it had spread to his bones.
Right. And, er...
..and you called us because...?
Well, he wasn't at that stage yet.
I changed a wound dressing on him
two days ago. And, yes, he was in pain,
but he still had a month or two.
OK, so...
..you suspect that...?
Some of his pain medication is missing.
A lot. I called my practice.
They told me to call the police.
And you think his husband has, er...?
Chris. Yes.
It can only have been him.
Michael couldn't have opened the lock on the cupboard,
never mind the bottles.
OK. Well, um, do you want to show us
where the medicine cupboard is?
Er, yeah, it's through there.
OK, so everything east of Spencer Road
is Dixon's territory. Or was.
Anything west of that is Hamill's turf. If it was me,
I'd stick with VCPs along the main intersection,
hopefully take the sting out of any confrontations
and maybe spot some players
going in either direction looking for reprisals.
OK. I hate these things.
Couldn't we just use the ordinary patrol cars?
Yeah.
I mean, look, it's a balance
between going in ready for trouble and asking for it.
It's your call...Inspector.
You're enjoying this, aren't you?
A wee bit, yeah. Yeah.
OK. So...
TSGs. Yeah.
ARVs?
Christ, ARVs! I mean...
Have them on standby, Helen. Just in case.
OK.
Right? Mm-hm.
OK!
So tell me this. How do you feel about public speaking?
Right, well, um, we'll call it in as a suspicious death,
which means it will be dealt with by our colleagues in CID,
and, er...and we'll stay here until they come.
Do you need me to stay?
No. No, no, I've noted everything you said,
and we'll take a proper statement later.
So, er, if you've got other appointments, you can go.
Right. Grace, wait.
Wait. What?
FRONT DOOR OPENS
Do we really need to do this?
What do you mean?
FRONT DOOR CLOSES
Well, it's not exactly a murder or a manslaughter
we're dealing with here. It's just... It's...
It's what?
Stevie...
Come on. What else can we do?
Uniform Uniform. Bravo Lima 72. Over.
Send. Over.
Yeah. I'm just, er, confirming
that suspicious death at Herondale, Barney.
Can you task CID?
Received. Over.
JEN: I wasn't expecting to hear from you again, Mr Graham.
I might have given you a false impression.
I can't talk about anything that happened back then.
I just wanted you to know why.
A group of us tried to sue the government for compensation.
PTSD.
Acquired in the course of our duty as...
..RUC Special Branch officers.
It was all about what we did.
Were asked to do.
Er, they threatened us with prison.
They what? They said
we'd be in violation of the Official Secrets Act and...
..if we pushed it any further, we'd all end up in prison.
They said that?
Not on paper, no.
They just made it known that that would be the next step.
The Stuarts chip shop bomb...
The files redacted by RG...
Was that you?
I'm sorry, are you not listening to a word I'm saying?
Mr Graham, do you know who carried out that bombing
and why there were no prosecutions?
I want you to leave right now.
You didn't invite me here to ask me to leave.
You invited me here because part of you
wants to talk to me.
You have no idea.
About what?
What I did!
About lying awake at night
thinking I've got blood on my hands.
About taking human life.
Actually...
..I do.
Chris?
Look, we're going to need you to come with us to the station.
Why? Well...
..because... Hang on a second, Grace.
Chris? Nurse Kyle thinks you may have given Michael
some morphine to help him die.
What?!
We'll do everything we can
to get you back here to Michael, but you have to...
No. Chris...
No!
You don't understand. I can't go.
I promised him I would never leave him alone.
He never wanted to be left on his own. Please.
Please...
I'm not leaving him here. I'm not leaving him
on his own! Chris, look at me, mate.
We're not leaving him here on his own.
That's not what we're doing, OK?
There are some people on their way,
and they need to see Michael,
and they'll stay with him.
We're going to wait until they get here.
Let's just sit here and wait, OK?
JEN: Thank you.
I was just in my 20s myself.
So young.
So, what I'm about to tell you...
..I mean, it's more than was in my statement.
It's everything.
And when you hear it, well...
..I don't know.
OK.
So, the bomb went off, right?
I had a source. He was young, but he was reliable.
A1 - that was the grading we gave him.
Two days before...
..he told me he was on a bomb team.
He told you it was going to happen?
No, just listen to me, OK?
He told me there would be
a bomb...somewhere.
So...what did you do?
Nothing. Nothing?
They suspected him.
It was a test of his loyalty.
If I stopped it, they would have killed him.
So I didn't ask for the details. I didn't want to know.
So you let it happen?
No! I mean...
I didn't...
I just didn't...
It was all about the source.
It was all about protecting him.
I ran that source for 20 years after that.
He saved lives.
A lot of lives.
So, who else knew...
..what you did?
What, do you think it was a solo run?
No. They knew - my superiors.
Of course they did.
Of course they fucking knew!
GHOSTLY TEMPO: Belle of Belfast City
# ..all the boys are fighting for her
# Mary McVey says she'll die If she doesn't get
# A boy with a rosy eye
# She is handsome, she is pretty
# She is the girl from the Belfast city
# She is courting, one, two, three
# Please will you tell me
# Who is she, she, she, she...? #
HELEN: Respect and courtesy, yes?
We do our stop-and-searches as quickly and efficiently as possible,
and we keep our ears to the ground. Be nice.
OK, I want a call sign at both ends.
Shane and Annie, go ahead and set the checkpoint up just down there.
Anyone not on VCP,
you're on rolling patrol. OK?
Let's go.
LIGHT CRACKLES
INDISTINCT CHATTER
OK, er, how are you doing?
Um, some of you might remember me.
I'm Inspector David Johnson.
I was the neighbourhood sergeant here for five years.
I just wanted to come here today
to reassure you that we're doing
everything we can to make sure whoever committed this murder
is brought to justice.
We have a large team of detectives working on this,
and you've probably already noticed that we're carrying out
house-to-house investigations, and we would ask anybody
that has any information to, er...
..to co-operate with us.
You may also notice a...increased police presence
on the estate...and some vehicle checkpoints as well.
And as I say, we're doing everything that we can.
MURMURING
Any questions?
I have a question. Lee Thompson.
I own the Loyal bar.
Why didn't you do anything before now?
MURMURS OF AGREEMENT
Lee, we've been doing everything that we can.
SHOUTING
You've been doing nothing!
Look, I came here today to tell the truth.
I'm tired of none of us ever being able to do that.
MURMURS OF AGREEMENT
I'm sick and tired of it.
They say don't speak ill of the dead.
Well, sometimes you have to.
WOMAN: Too right.
Jim Dixon was nothing but a scumbag paramilitary.
MURMURING
I've been paying him protection money for years!
500!
A week!
It breaks our backs.
It's most of our profit!
Now, I know that many of you are in the same position.
Some of you owed Jim Dixon money.
Some of you owe Davy Hamill money.
Payday loans that never end.
WOMAN: He's right.
Are you saying you didn't know
that was happening? CROWD: Yeah!
You knew!
And you did nothing about it.
Isn't that right? We need evidence.
LAUGHTER
You coming here... is an insult to this community!
I think you'd better leave. Lad?
Lad, take it easy.
It's up to us to fix this.
Us. CROWD: Yeah!
This community.
CROWD: Yes! Not them! CROWD: Yeah.
They don't stop paramilitaries,
they work with them!
ANGRY SHOUTING
Go on, fuck off!
Go!
ANGRY SHOUTING
JEERING
Uncle Rab, that was mad.
It was, aye.
Did you see Uncle Lee?
Son?
Listen to me now, OK?
You need to stay away from Uncle Lee for a few days, OK?
From Uncle Lee?
For a wee while. Yes?
Where are we going?
Your ma's house.
You can go on your computer all day, if you like.
No limits.
Really? All day? Really.
POP MUSIC PLAYS
So...
..was the countryside... pretty?
CHUCKLES
Huh! What?
Don't know, it just looked like he was trying to avoid us.
Shall we?
SIREN WAILS
Good. That's lovely. Thank you.
Sir, can I see your licence, please?
Papa check on Robert Leonard McKendry,
DOB 5/2/60.
Received a whole-life term
for multiple terrorism-related offences.
Released under the terms of the Good Friday Agreement. Over.
Can you step out of the car, please, sir?
Oh, come on, I haven't been in trouble since I got out.
Come on. Uncle Rab?
It's "Grandad". Wait there.
Arms out, please.
Hey. Er, don't worry, we'll just be a wee minute.
Just leave my uncle alone! He didn't do anything.
I know. We'll just be a second.
Just leave him alone.
Search the car.
What?
The wee boy's getting upset.
Annie, search the car.
MAN: What's going on?
Can I go now, please?
Who killed Jim Dixon?
How should I know? Come on.
I'm not a member of any organisation.
I've been doing community work for 22 years.
HORN BEEPS
You're going to have to give me something.
HORNS BLARE
Or we can stand here
for as long as you like.
HORNS CONTINUE
The wee lad is upset. Let me go.
Shane?
Can I go now? Please?
You can go when I say you can go.
HORN BLARES
Nah. That's bullshit. I know my rights.
You have no reason to hold me.
Someone with a record like yours, I have every right.
Go on, file a complaint and see what happens.
Uncle Rab? Get back in the car!
We won't be much longer. Just let him go!
HORNS BLARE
All right. See you round.
Uncle Rab? It's fine, son.
It's fine.
Come on. Let's go home.
What the fuck was that?
What were you doing?
You have to let them know who's boss.
HORN BLARES All right, let's get on with it.
Uniform Uniform. Papa check on Craig McQuarrie,
DOB 2/10/87. Over.
Clear, Sandra.
Good to go? Er...
..we just need to have a quick look around the car.
Why? Just doing our job today.
Don't worry, won't be a minute.
We'll be quick.
I really need to go.
Tommy, can you check the boot, please?
I don't have time for this. Tommy...
Sarge?
OK, roger that. Informing him now.
Roger.
Right, we're seizing this money under the Proceeds of Crime Act
until such time as you can provide an explanation for it.
I told you, I'm on my way to the bank.
Well, you're going to have to come in
and provide a statement to that effect.
This is daylight robbery.
No.
It's the law.
He got sick a few years ago,
but he had treatment. He beat it.
About six months ago, it come back.
You were his sole carer?
Along with the district nurses.
Exhausting.
Yeah.
You know, at the start, you'd do anything
to help them hold on just that little bit longer.
But by the end...
..you'd do anything to help...them let go.
That's it exactly.
Who was it for you?
Er, my wife.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Connor. This is Mark.
The deceased is upstairs and the suspect's inside.
Sweet. Has he been arrested yet?
Er, no. Um, I think maybe
we should do the arrest in there and, if you don't mind,
we'll take him into custody,
if that's OK with you guys. Knock yourself out.
Chris, this is going to sound strange and a wee bit scary,
but I have to do it, OK?
Sir, I'm arresting you on suspicion of assisting
a suicide under Section 13 of the Criminal Justice Act,
1966. You do not have to say anything, but I must
caution you that if you do not mention when questioned
something that you later rely on in court, it may harm
your defence. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
My God...
Hello?
BOTTLES CLINK
What the fuck? Mags?
Long time, no see.
Are you out of your mind?
What? What are you doing here?
Um...
..neighbourhood policing. Oh.
I was actually hoping to speak to your brother.
No. Absolutely not. No, you need to leave.
Is everything all right?
Let me get this straight.
You walk in here in your nice shiny uniform
and ask me, "Is everything all right?"
And then what?
You go home to your fucking bungalow in Carryduff, is that it?
Lee is right - you failed this place.
You failed us. You need to leave. Get out!
DOOR CLOSES
JEN: Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Happy?
We have a statement from a former officer
who was involved in this case.
And he...he's saying that...
..it could've been stopped?
The bombing?
Yeah.
Maybe.
Possibly.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Mr Kelly...
..we need to be realistic here.
This may lead nowhere.
Or we might find out the truth.
Yes.
What are you doing? Pardon?
You just let him walk out of here thinking
you're going to get him answers.
I am.
Jen, you know the government is shutting down
all cases looking into the past.
I know, but we've made the deadline on this, haven't we?
Look, this is going to be
one of the last of its kind. That's why it's so important.
That's why they're going to fight you on this
every step of the way.
Fine.
BANGING ON WINDOW
Where's my phone?
Where's my fucking phone? Now, give me it back!
Back off. Back off!
Go outside, OK? This way. You're always torturing me!
Honestly, I can't get a fucking minute's peace.
OFFICER: Stop raising your voice at me, sir.
There's no room in custody, as usual.
They'll give me a call when it clears a bit.
Meanwhile...
So, what happens to me?
You'll be processed.
Fingerprints taken.
Interviewed by two detectives.
They'll ask you about Michael's last dose of medication.
Did you do it?
What do you think?
OK, listen to me.
Act confused.
Huh?
When you go in there, you ask them what day it is.
What? When they start
asking you questions, tell them you're absolutely...
NEARBY CHATTER
Then, when they start asking you questions,
tell them you're absolutely exhausted,
not thinking straight. Forget your words. Speak slowly.
Make sure they know you're an absolute wreck.
Right. So... You're confused, you're exhausted,
you don't know what's going on.
Because...?
Because maybe you made a mistake with the time,
with the dosage.
Right, they're ready for you.
Not a good day to be hungover.
Mm. Yep.
Do you think...
..maybe we made things worse today?
What?
The way we went into that place.
What do you mean?
The VCP stop, with the wee boy.
What do you mean?
We humiliated them, Shane.
No.
We pushed things a bit with a guy who has a criminal record
to try and get some information.
It's called police work.
It's just you seemed like you were really enjoying it.
I was doing my job.
SCOFFS
Aye.
DOOR OPENS
Fuck!
So, we've nothing on the Dixon murder?
Not a single person would speak to us?
Er...
..we've lost it.
Lost what?
Mount Eden.
Maybe we lost it a long time ago, I don't know.
PHONE RINGS
SIGHS
Yep?
Sorry, who?
He's here now?
OK, yeah. OK, we'll be down in a minute.
That was the front desk.
Thanks.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
Can I have my money back?
What happens now? There'll be an inquest.
That'll take a while.
Best not thinking about it for now.
I can't go home. Chris, you can.
Yes, you can.
Listen to me. Oh, God, please don't give me
a quote about grief. I've heard them all.
I'm not. So have I, by the way.
This is more practical advice.
You know you're going to cook twice as much food
as you'll need to for a while.
Don't bin the extra dinner. Just stick it in the freezer,
because pretty soon you'll not feel like cooking at all.
That it? That's your advice?
That's my advice.
Thanks.
For everything.
CAR DOOR OPENS
Are you OK?
Yeah.
You know, I think you were right
the first time. What do you mean?
You said to me...
..a long time ago...
..that it would be too difficult
to work together and be together.
And I thought at the time, "OK, let's just
"work together. It'll be OK."
But it isn't. Not really.
See, you're right, I have been trying to protect you,
to stop anything bad from happening to you. I have...
Because...? Because I don't want
the worst thing in the world to happen to me again.
I think we should just take a beat work-wise,
everything-wise.
OK.
And you mean...
..not...? Yeah.
I'll contact Sandra and just ask about the shifts and...
Just take a beat, y'know?
Yeah.
OK? Yes.
OK. It's fine.
CHUCKLES
Good. OK.