Episode 11 Red Rock

I believe that Rachel Reid is in this bedsit!

He was with Jules.

His wife.

Yeah, I know who she is. So?

We buy in bulk, once a month maybe.

-I can't let you do it, Dad.

-When do we start?

We owe a lousy lender.

We want him out of lives, right?

We pay him back.

RACHEL YELLS

SHE SIGHS

-GIRL:

-Rachel!

BIRDS CAW

FRIDGE DOOR OPENS

Soup? Toastie?

Oh, I'm easy.

How much have we got left?

We're OK for now -

enough for another few days maybe.

You're a dab hand now.

It's a lot easier when Stephen isn't around.

Sandwich?

Eh, no, I'll pick something up later.

There's a Paddy's Day yoke at the college,

so there'll be loads of food there.

You're going out?

WATER POURS Yeah. After, you know?

Is that a good idea?

If it wasn't for Facebook, people would think I was dead.

It'll be good for him to get out.

It's just for the afternoon.

Yeah, I just feel like I'm getting cabin fever in here, you know?

It's doing my head in.

I feel tonnes better now.

I know that, but...

I was thinking I might ask Liam about

getting my job back at the cafe.

Fair play! It's about time you started earning your keep again.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Yeah, I am.

Yeah, well, you have to trust me sometime.

No.

-No, Da.

-What?

Ah, no. Seriously, no.

Ah, come on, it's his first parade -

you have to get into the spirit of it.

I don't want him scarred for life.

It didn't do you any harm.

-What now?

-It's the one you all wore.

You can take him, but he is not wearing that.

VINCENT LAUGHS

Once she tries it...

I wouldn't bet on it.

Well?

The job's on.

Are you sure about this?

Got no choice.

Fallon wants his money, and he's going to get it.

Unless you've, eh, something else hidden up your sleeve?

Like a secret Swiss bank account you never told me about?

Look, love, it won't take long.

-Vinny...

-What you don't know can't hurt you.

Be careful.

Aren't I always, huh?

Now, where's me lucky boots?

So, we don't know what Brian and his solicitor are going to do,

whether to press charges or not.

-Hmm.

-Either way, everyone must stay well away from him.

I'm not going to apologise for what I did.

Besides, maybe there's a silver lining.

Jules - whatever notion Rachel had,

now she knows he's back with her,

that'll be the end of it.

Why aren't you picking up?

What, are you stalking me now?

Is this still about Jules?

Just get off me.

Rachel, nothing happened. There's nothing going on.

Just leave me alone.

For God's sake, she's my ex-wife - we're going through a separation.

Looks like it!

I don't want anything to do with the woman.

It's just we've got stuff we've got to figure out. We've got kids,

we've got a mortgage, we've got the bloody car... That's all that it is.

Are you finished?

Ow! Get off!

-How do you like it?

-Mmm.

Hey, don't worry, OK?

OK.

It's like he's back to normal.

Cos he's just had his fix.

-He's getting there.

-DOOR CLOSES

Maybe.

0.2 of a milligram less than when we started,

and he's still in one piece.

No, you're right. I know that.

-Sorry? What was that? Come again?

-SHE LAUGHS

Did you just say I was right?

Yeah, maybe - just don't ask me to put it in writing.

Listen, Rachel, Jules just happened to be there

because it's easier than me going to the house.

Look, you can't just walk away from a marriage - there's legal stuff.

-Don't patronise me.

-I...

If I don't do this...

Look, I have to be all smiles,

otherwise she's going to take me to the cleaners -

literally, every penny I've got.

We need the money.

All smiles? Just like with me, is it?

All smiles till you get what you want, till I change my statement?

What? No, give me that back.

Were you recording that?

DOGS BARK

You think I would? After everything I've done for you?

No, it's just that you're...

Look, you're angry.

Rachel, this is my life. I can't afford to take any risks.

Look, if we've any chance of a future,

we both have to do stuff we don't like.

Do you understand?

Rachel!

BIRDS SQUAWK

HE SIGHS

I've just had an earful from his solicitor.

Apparently, despite us bursting in on him and his wife,

his client has kindly decided not to pursue us for harassment.

Oh, yeah, very kind!

You warned Liam to steer clear?

Yeah, he just wants to focus on Rachel - repair all the damage.

OK, good, cos Brian knows how to work the system.

We can't afford any more mistakes.

There won't be any.

Sorry. Eh, there's a call saying there's been a hold-up

in Acheson's off-licence.

Skangers on the lash.

Go on.

DOOR CLOSES

DISTANT SIREN WAILS

SIREN WAILS LOUDLY

We'll need a proper statement.

Just give us a few details, you know, roughly what happened.

Yes.

In your own time.

Right, well, um...

The shop was empty, so I was doing a bit of stocking up,

when suddenly I heard the ping go on the door.

I'm sorry...

Erm...

I didn't think anything of it, really.

I can't see anyone so I call out, "Hello, hello,"

and no reply,

so I thought maybe someone had come in without me knowing,

and the ping was them going out, when suddenly...

Whoa! Mask, gun, and I'm like...

And he was shouting, "Money, money, give us the money!"

And I'm still like...

And he's, "Now, money now!"

And so I do. I give it to him.

I mean, that's what we're told to do.

OK...

What sort of mask?

Monkey, gorilla, something like that, you know? Hairy and all.

Any idea how much was taken?

No.

Well, do you have CCTV?

Yeah, some system, but we can't access it -

you'd have to go through head office.

What else was he wearing?

To be honest, I didn't get a really good look.

It was all so fast.

And what type of gun was it?

A small, you know, handgun pistol thing.

Oh, and boots, cowboy boots.

Oh, Christ.

What?

I've just remembered one of my customers, a regular...

he wears them.

-Who?

-Look, I'm not saying...

I... I couldn't swear it was him.

Who?

Kiely. Vincent Kiely.

That was quick.

-HE GRUNTS

-What happened?

-My back.

Well, sit down, and I'll get you some painkillers.

You got it?

Of course I got it.

I got it!

You got what?

Ah, nothing, love.

Are you all right?

Just an old football injury.

When did you play football?

Go upstairs and get your father a hot-water bottle.

-I think there's one in Keith's room.

-Yeah.

I told you.

SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH

Yeah, hey, it's me again. Do you want to meet or what?

I thought you were a no-show. Are you OK?

I can't stay...

Ray, you phoned me.

I'm sorry, all right?

Yeah, Rach, what's the problem?

Rach?

He'll tough it out to the end. That's what Brian always does.

Well, he won't beat us - I promise you that.

Head office are going to send us their CCTV.

I'm sure I've seen him before, held up in another branch.

I'll check.

Vincent Kiely, eh?

Page one, skanger handbook - never take one on your own doorstep.

-He's full of surprises.

-Well, if it is him.

Yeah, I'd better see what he has to say.

I can tell you now, he'll deny it till he's blue in the face.

Me? You want me to go?

That's the general idea -

part of the job description, Paudge, interviewing suspects.

OK, I'm going, I'm going...

Fancy a trip?

Will you stop apologising?

SHE SNIFFLES

It's clean...

I think.

Thanks.

So, what's going on?

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's OK.

I would, it's just, eh...

there's no point.

Yeah. Right, OK...

SHE SNIFFLES

You look good.

Better, anyway.

Yeah, I am.

Erm...

I've... I've missed you, you know?

What? Is it too much?

What did I say? Rach?

SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH

Ugh. Oh, a bit lower there, love.

What?

OK, are you ready?

-VINCENT LAUGHS

-That's the ticket!

Don't you look the picture?

Look at you, Lukey! You look bleedin' brilliant.

DOORBELL RINGS

You're so gorgeous. SHE GIGGLES

DOOR CLOSES

Mr Kiely, mind if we have a word?

HE EXHALES

I'm such an idiot.

Whatever it is, it can't be half as bad as what I've done.

I thought, eh...

I thought he loved me and wanted us to be together,

but it was just all lies so that he could get what he wanted.

Oh, no, no, no, no...

No, no. Not him. Not him, Rach. Not him.

Brian?!

Shut up!

You've been seeing him?

And now it's just all gone wrong, and Dad and Niamh hate me.

I changed my statement.

What?

I told the Guards...

I said that he didn't touch me - that I made it all up.

Why? Why would you do that? Why? Why?

He begged me.

Rachel, Rachel...

If it was all so innocent, then why didn't he just tell me?

You have to tell the Guards.

-What? I can't.

-No, you have to. You have to.

Well, at least talk to my mum.

No, don't you dare say anything. Swear to me.

No, yeah, I swear, I swear, I swear, OK?

But you have to do something.

You can't let him get away with this.

Rach!

DOOR CHIMES

Ah, remember me?

Warren Street off-licence.

Oh, yeah, Detective...

Walsh.

A bit unlucky, this - held up twice in six months.

I know!

Not much point in me doing the lotto, is there?

And you don't think the robberies might be linked in any way, do you?

Well, maybe.

In what way?

Well, they got away with it once,

maybe they waited until they knew I was alone on shift again.

-So, who would have that information?

-HE INHALES

The head office, or anyone who comes in regular or was watching outside.

And did you see anybody watching?

No. Well, maybe. I couldn't swear to it.

But you said you thought it might be Vincent Kiely?

It was the boots.

I mean, he did have a mask on, you know, a monkey thing.

And Mr Kiely's a regular customer?

He likes the juice.

Did he try to disguise his voice in any way?

It was a bit rougher, you know, like...

IN GRUFF VOICE: "Give us the money!"

Well, you never mentioned him before,

and he doesn't sound like the person who held you up the first time.

No.

And yet you just said that they might be linked.

Oh, I see. Yeah, well, my bad.

Your bad?

When you're held up, it all happens so fast,

you see this gun, and, whoa...

Everything else is sort of background,

so I'm sorry if I got it wrong.

I'm sure it can't be easy.

He was here lying on the couch, did his back in.

He could barely move, if you want to know.

So, what with your bad back and all,

there wouldn't be any chance of you being, say,

on CCTV anywhere this morning?

Ah, come on!

Can I not walk the streets of my own hometown, no?

And if I was out, I have every right to be,

and it's none of your business.

Were you or were you not at home?

No comment.

Do you know Acheson's off-licence on the Ballybrook Road?

-No.

-Yeah, of course.

They do a great deal on scrumpy.

So, on your walk about town this morning,

-did you happen to go anywhere near it?

-No.

Are you sure about that?

I think I'd bleeding know.

Are those your boots? Did you happen to wear those this morning?

No!

Well, if I did, what of them?

Well, Acheson's was held up this morning.

Are you having a laugh?

Do you think I'm that stupid,

to rob me own local where they all know me?

Well, where were you, then?

How's college going for you?

Yeah, it's going good.

Eh, flat-out, you know, busy, head in the books and all.

That's good to hear.

I told him we're short-staffed on St Patrick's Day.

Did you now?

So...?

Well, it's not like I don't know the place.

HE SCOFFS

Do you have anything on today?

No.

Here, start cleaning those tables.

Cheers, Liam.

We can go now if you want.

Look, I'll go over with you.

You have to tell them, Rachel, seriously.

Look, everything that creep's done...

You've totally got him now, and you can call all the shots.

Yeah, I can, can't I?

INTERCOM BUZZES

BUZZING CONTINUES

Hello?

Hello.

INTERCOM BUZZES

SIREN WAILS

You could hold him up with a stick of rhubarb.

A walk in the park for Vincent.

I don't think it's him.

He was on a walkabout, right enough,

but even Kiely's not thick enough to rob his own booze bank.

I don't think it's him either.

Here, feast your eyes.

That's not Vincent.

He's not tall enough, and he's a bit...

What?

..stocky.

What puzzles me is, why try to blame Vincent,

even down to the cowboy boots, when it clearly isn't him?

Hmm...

And that's not all. Now, watch closely.

This is something Sharon pointed out.

He's putting on a show -

the gun isn't even pointed at him and he's got his hands up.

I think he's in on it.

SHE KNOCKS AT DOOR

Look, you shouldn't just turn up.

-Why? In case your wife's here?

-Rachel, come on, now,

you've got to stop this.

No, you've got to stop this. Stop messing me around.

-I'm not messing anyone around.

-I lied for you.

I changed my statement.

I know, and I'm grateful - you know I am.

So if I want to see you, I see you.

Where's this coming from?

And she's not to set foot in here ever again.

This is our place, yours and mine.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

Fine, then I'll just call the Guards right now.

No, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, of course, I agree.

How could you even think I want her here?

Am I better than her?

No comparison.

How much better?

I'll call you.

DOOR SLAMS

You thievin' article. It's you lot give leprechauns a bad name!

Starting early?

Happy Patrick's Day.

-Now, don't you start.

-And to you, love.

So, what did he do? Steal your sense of humour?

Proud to be Irish day!

That's just an excuse for plastic paddies to go and get drunk.

Now, well, when you're done with the green fella,

what are we going to do about Ger McIntyre?

We're busy enough without going chasing after that loon.

If he's in on it, we're going to have to find his accomplice.

I'll check out his social media, see who he hangs around with.

Yeah, good idea. And Paudge, if you could go back to the off-licence?

So, when did you become boss?

Just see what you can dig up.

Right. Come on, you.

You've got to love his enthusiasm.

You'll have him back on time?

Yeah, I promised David. We won't be long.

Promise?

As long as you promise not to get ossified.

Remember the time you lost Darren at the parade?

He was perfectly safe.

-PHONE CHIMES

-Yeah, except you didn't know where.

-He left him at the fire station.

-Fire station?!

They needed a mascot.

-Look, he'll be fine - dyb dyb and all that.

-What?

You know, Boy Scout yoke... He'll be grand.

Yeah, he'd better be.

Well, see you later.

See you, love.

Why don't I finish getting ready and I'll meet you down the pub?

Get a few in before Miss Dry-Arse comes home.

Vinny, about the money for Joe...

What about it?

I wondered if you could drop it off.

I would, but you know what he's like.

I'll take care of it.

-Hey.

-Hey.

How did it go?

Yeah, fine.

What did they say?

I'm not supposed to talk about it. Not even, you know...

-Yeah, tell me later, yeah?

-Mm-hmm.

And I was thinking,

there's a ceili mor down at the promenade tonight,

if you want to go?

Yeah, sounds good.

Great.

Hey, Conor, sorry, you wouldn't hand me that Sellotape,

-would you, please?

-Yeah.

It's all there.

As honest as the day is long, isn't that right, Vincent?

I hope it wasn't a struggle.

Hardly.

Good, so next week won't be a problem? Hmm?

I mean, interest adds up.

I would hate to have to impose penalties.

There'll be no problem,

as long as you stay away from my wife.

Bridget came to me.

Why have mutton when you can have lamb?

See you next week.

Oh, Vincent...

Happy Paddy's Day.

Some kids were playing with it outside the off-licence -

I had to chase them all the way to the Greenbank Estate

to get it back off them.

You ran a whole 300 yards?

Do you want to know what they said or not?

They found it sticking out of a bin outside the place.

Any sign of the gun?

Did you check the other bins?

No, I went home for a lie-down(!)

The bin men had been and cleaned them out.

You see, I still don't understand why McIntyre would say

it was Vincent Kiely when it clearly wasn't.

Put us off the scent.

Well, yeah, but he must have known we'd find out.

Maybe you've got it wrong, the kid's innocent,

and lightning did strike twice.

He put up his hands too soon.

The gun wasn't even pointed at him. He's faking it.

You're talking about a split second there.

You can tell when someone's faking it. Can't you, Paudge?

His boss said he'd been a good worker,

but there was an issue over certain shifts...

You think he staged all this just to get some time off?

People have done more for less.

Well, if you saw some of the videos he posts on YouTube,

him and his mates do some crazy things.

YouTube. Ah, well, that clinches it for me(!)

Here, we should round up his friends,

see if we can get the story out of them.

No, I don't think Ger's the sharpest tool in the shed.

Let's bring him in, give him a fright, and see what he says.

# In Dublin's fair city

# Where the girls are so pretty... #

What can I get you?

I'm OK. I'm waiting for someone.

Oh, come on, it's Paddy's Day.

I was just leaving.

I thought you were waiting for someone.

Come on, Bridget, make up your mind.

No calls, no texts...

A guy could get a complex.

Even me.

I'm a married woman.

To a very jealous husband.

You know, it seems that St Patrick's not the only thing green round here.

Don't worry, me and Vincent reached an understanding.

Joe...

I was kind of upset that you didn't come to see me yourself.

I was going to make you an offer.

There's also been a couple of developments,

so we need to get your version of events down on tape.

Sorry, I mean statement.

You said you were doing a bit of stocking up

when suddenly you heard the door ping go?

Yes, but...

I didn't think anything of it, really,

but then I couldn't see anyone, so I...

Do you want me to go on?

Sure.

I...I thought maybe someone had come in without me knowing, and the ping

was them going out, when suddenly this man in a mask was shouting,

"Money, money, give us the money."

And so I did. I mean, that's... That's what we're told to do.

And the man in the monkey mask you thought was

your customer, Vincent Kiely?

I said I wasn't sure... It sounded like him.

I mean, compared to Vincent, the guy's a dwarf.

When you have a gun pointing at you,

you're not really thinking tall or short.

Well, what were you thinking?

"Just do as he says, give him the money."

At what point did you notice he was wearing cowboy boots?

When...

Yes?

When he ran off.

When he ran off?

Yes.

Are you all right?

Stop asking me that.

Just checking.

It'll be good.

What?

Tonight, just the two of us.

Rach, got that sandwich?

Dad, you wouldn't want to come to the ceili

with us tonight, would you?

You don't want your old fella tagging along, do you?

I wouldn't have asked.

Unless you want to stay at home with your slippers and hot cocoa...

No, I think I can give them a miss for one night.

Is that OK with you, Conor?

Eh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

Great. I'll break out the green mankini.

Oh, and me tap shoes.

He thinks I'm joking.

I couldn't leave him on his own.

Yeah, I know, but I thought it was just going to be us, you know,

talking, and now we're...

Now we're what?

If you don't want to come, just stay at home.

Have I done something to upset you?

-Like what?

-I don't know.

You didn't go, did you?

You can't lie in your statement, Rach. You have to tell them.

Who said I lied?

Tell us what happened after the first hold-up.

I mean, how did the company respond?

Did you get any time off?

A week.

I thought you got double pay.

Oh, yeah, we do, yeah.

So, as luck would have it,

you got time off and a bit of extra money in your pocket -

result, I'd say.

Ger, I think you can see where this is going,

and it's fair to warn you that the consequences will be

considerably less if you tell us what really happened.

GER CHUCKLES

Am I right in thinking this is what you lot call a fishing trip?

Coming on all heavy in the hope that I'll roll over,

cos you've got no proof, nothing?

But don't worry, you won't find anything,

cos there ain't anything to find.

I'm the innocent victim in all this,

and unless you let me out of here pronto,

the miserable comp I'll get from my boss won't be a patch on

what I'll get for suing you guys for false imprisonment.

Rach...

-I just did what you said.

-What I said?

Yeah, remember? "Take control." Well, that's what I did.

No, you haven't. You've let him walk all over you.

-You don't understand.

-He's sick.

For fancying me?

He's using you.

You don't know a thing about him.

How can you even defend him? He's a paedo!

And what does that make you?

One rule for him, one rule for you, is that it?

You know it's different.

I'm still underage and it doesn't bother you.

Yeah, but you...

Yeah, but what? Cos I looked older? Is that your excuse?

He's old enough to be your dad!

So what?

If you don't tell them, I will.

No-one's going to believe a junkie, Conor.

KNOCKING ON WINDOW

HE MOUTHS

If you say one word about Brian to anybody,

you'll end up in the dock right next to him,

charged with the same offence - defilement of a minor.

No, you wouldn't. You wouldn't.

Watch me.

I tell you, it was Baltic out there today.

The little nipper slept all the way through it!

Through the marching bands and all. Not a peep out of him.

Opened his eyes once, let out a fart and nodded off again.

HE EXHALES

Joe's offered me a job.

He what?

-A job?

-Yeah.

Doing what?

Keeping the books.

Book-keeper? Yeah, right.

Vinny...

You can't.

It'd only be for a month, until I pay him off what I owe,

then this'll all be over.

No.

At least think about it.

Look, first of all you didn't want to drop him down the money,

and now you want to work for him?

No, I didn't want any of this.

How did he get on?

What's going on?

Ah, nothing, love. Nothing. He was grand - loved every minute.

Aw, did he?

I've got myself a job.

Doing what?

Senior office administrator.

In charge of paperclips, is it?

VINNY LAUGHS Book-keeper.

What, like maths and stuff?

You're the one always saying I should pull my weight -

as soon as I do, you pull me down.

I said she was mad.

Well, I think it could be good for you.

Thanks for this.

See you.

Bye, Lukey.

You call him now.

Understand?

Oh, hi. You found the place all right, then?

Eventually. I'm not familiar with this part of town.

You do surprise me.

Well, mind the mould.

It won't be for long.

No.

Now Rachel's recanted her statement, that's a big help, but...

Listen, I knew it'd always go to trial.

Hasn't stopped them harassing me, though, has it?

Can you believe they were kicking the door down? Jules was in bits.

Why should she have to put up with that?

All cos of her.

Garda Cleere?

Can't even be alone with my own wife.

I've had another letter from her solicitor...

about the separation.

The tone is a lot more conciliatory.

Yeah, no, she's not serious about us splitting -

that was just a kneejerk thing,

and now she knows Rachel's lying.

It's still going to sound pretty bad in court.

Yeah. I've had a thought about that.

PHONE RINGS

-Bridget.

-Joe.

Look, thanks for the offer...

But...

I can't.

Not to worry. It's your loss, Bridget.

PHONE CLATTERS

Satisfied?

Staging an armed robbery, theft, defrauding his company...

I expect he'll be dining out on this for years.

We can't let him go.

Well, we can't keep him either.

We could tip off his boss.

That makes us look like pretty sore losers.

Move on, and anyway, we have our hands pretty full here.

You can't win them all.

I could double-check his Facebook friends,

see if I can draw up a shortlist, and pull in one or two.

No, she's right.

It's not worth it, unless...

What?

It might work.

Then again, we could end up looking bloody stupid.

Even more stupid than we look already?

Way more.

But first, we need Paudge - if we can persuade him.

Leave it to me.

I haven't told you what he has to do yet.

I've listened to Rachel's original statement.

First she says nothing happened between you...

Yeah, which is the truth.

..then she says something did happen.

Well, was it one continuous recording,

or did they pause the interview?

I'd have to check.

Could you?

It doesn't matter if there was just a stop for the toilet

or even a glass of water -

as soon as there's a break, you know, when the tape is off,

that's when someone could've...

could've got to Rachel, poor kid, and put pressure on her.

It's possible.

Yeah, someone like Sharon.

I mean, she's the key to all this - her obsession with me.

It certainly looks that way, but in order to prove it,

undermine her integrity on the stand, there has to be some proof.

Yeah, leave it with me.

Look, what I mean is, if there's even the faintest shred of evidence

out there, I'll find it.

DOOR BUZZES

Last chance -

the guy in the mask, you know who it is, don't you?

-No.

-Well, we'll be keeping this on file,

and if anything shows up, we'll be sure to come knocking.

Yeah, well, if it's later on today,

I can save you the trouble of coming out,

cos I'll be at the fireworks, so...

-WHISPERING:

-Psst, Ger!

For God's sake, Colm, not here, if they find it...!

Christ, man! Get rid, I said!

Didn't know who it was, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

OK, Dave. Yeah, I'll talk to you. Right, bye.

HE SIGHS He said, the cigarette job...

forget it.

-What?

-It's too risky.

He thinks the customs lads have been tipped off.

What are we going to do?

Don't worry. It's cool.

They can't trace any of it back to us.

No, I meant about the money.

-Look, Vin...

-No.

A month. It'll fly by.

I'll find the money somehow.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was Fallon who tipped them off.

Why would he do that?

How would he even know?

He has eyes and ears all over the kip.

That's why I told you to stay as far away from him as possible -

you can't trust him.

And do you trust me?

Vinny?

Look, I'll keep my head down,

and get on with this book-keeping nonsense, whatever it is...

I got us into this mess, and I'm going to get us out.

By spending every day with him?

Well, I'm coming home to you.

If he so much as looks at you the wrong way...

He wouldn't dare.

Thanks for mucking in today, Conor.

Great help, wasn't he, Rach?

Yeah, couldn't have done it without you.

No worries.

So, you ready for more of this tomorrow?

DOOR CHIMES Eh... Yeah, sure, sure.

Still working.

I'm a slave driver.

Good day?

Yeah.

Your dad and I were thinking of catching the ceili later.

I'm a dab hand at The Walls Of Limerick...

Yeah, I was thinking of going with Rachel and Liam.

Oh, OK.

-I'll maybe see you there later.

-Yeah.

Yeah, eh, Mum, Rachel wanted to have a word with you.

-No, I didn't.

-Come on, Rachel, you have to...

You have to tell her.

It's Brian.

What about him, love?

If they let him go, will he come back to the station?

I couldn't stand being around him here.

No.

If he gets released, he'll be transferred.

You won't see him again.

DOOR SQUEAKS

PHONE RINGS

Hi, this is Sharon. Sorry I'm not here.

-Please leave me a message.

-MACHINE BEEPS

ZIP SQUEAKS

HE LAUGHS

Be my guest.

DOOR CLICKS