Whenever I was away...
Jobs, meetings, whatever...
Whenever there was a pause, a silence,
my thoughts would just drift towards him.
He was always the first thing that came into my head.
Sometimes the only thing.
He'd just be there in front of me.
His crooked smile...
and bow legs.
So involved in everything around him.
It took my breath away.
It made me feel warm, accomplished.
I was so happy.
Hello, Tom.
He always used to ask after you when you were gone.
I was his dad. No, you know, you...
You were the one he wanted to make notice him.
All those dead-end jobs, Tom.
I thought you did them to escape.
Escape? Yeah, from me and Steven.
You know, the dirty nappies, the tantrums,
the bad school reports,
the lip.
And now?
Well, you'd be wasting your time...
looking in Vanity Fair,
but if you get a glimpse of the teachers' union monthly journal,
well,
there's some lovely head shots of the area reps in there.
Done with real anger.
What are these? You remember Stanley James, worked at Maxim?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, he's putting together this book of photographs of children through the 20th century.
Innocence and Age.
He was looking for an editor.
Said I'd be interested. Oof.
Sucker for punishment.
So... how's work going for you?
Good, um...
The BMA have published my first paper,
and two research centers have approached me about consultancy work, so...
You know, keeps me busy.
Stops me thinking about Steven.
Hmm.
I don't know, Tom. Sometimes I think I should...
live more like you, you know.
It's tough out there for a single woman. Yeah?
Yeah. Even in these enlightened times?
Unlike you, who...
hooks up with the first attractive woman who he meets...
What makes you think that's the case?
Slim little thing, huh?
You happy?
Mmm.
Do you really want to go down that road?
Well, I think I'd need another drink.
Thanks.
Ah, shit. I'm out of tonic.
Do you know what?
It's getting late. I... I should go anyway. So...
No, it's all right. I'll... I'll nip out to the off-license down at the corner.
It'll only take five minutes. Really?
Yeah.
Okay.
Um...
It's all right. Don't worry.
It's all right. Go on. Go on.
Eh, it's good to see you.
Hello.
Ed? Sadly, yeah.
Poker game at Dave's tonight. Do you fancy it? Ah.
News to lift the spirits.
Yeah, my thoughts exactly.
- What time are we on? - 8:00, 8:30.
Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice.
Hey.
What?
You just barged into me. What?
Ain't you gonna apologize, bruv?
I was just walking down the street.
It was an accident. I'm sorry.
All right. Cool. Peace, yeah? Yeah.
They argued. Handbags.
Most of the witnesses thought nothing about it.
A second later, they look around,
he's slumped on the ground holding his stomach.
Well...
What line are you taking?
Lot of gangs around here.
Young kids. Start there.
But between you and me, that's no story.
Football match, huh?
You play?
I'm a... watcher really.
Tom, it's me.
Hi. Hi.
I'm sorry, I... Oh.
Rachel. Tom's ex.
Oh. Christina. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you too.
I've heard lots about you. Oh, I'm sure.
Mmm, I bet Tom's never mentioned me before.
You look a bit shocked. Oh. No, no, no.
He's, uh... He's told me lots about you.
Where is he? We, um...
Tom was out of tonic, so he's gone to the off-license.
Oh.
Oh, well, there you go.
Ah. Hi.
Mmm. So, uh, you two have met each other then, yeah?
Yeah.
Everything all right? Yep.
Yeah.
Do you know what? I, um, really should be going, so...
Sure I can't tempt you?
No, no, it's fine, thank you.
Um, really nice to meet you, Christina. You too.
And, uh, good to see you.
Yeah, you too. Yeah.
Be nice if we could do it again sometime. Yeah.
All right, call me. I will.
Take care. Bye.
Well, um, I guess that's the hard bit out of the way. Yeah.
Hey, come on. You're breaking my heart, Joseph.
Jimmy. Jimmy.
- Come on. Stand still. - Shut up.
Yeah? Come on. Work with me, me old son.
Look, just...
Stand here. Look through there.
Just look in that. Okay, hands down. Chin up.
Yeah?
Come on. Work with me, son. I'll make you a star.
I don't want to be a star. Clearly.
Smile, Jimmy. Thank you.
There you go. See? You're a natural.
Who'd have thought? Okay.
Jimmy? Jimmy!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, slow down.
Fuck off! Let go! Slow down.
Jimmy, love, please. Fuck off! Fuck off!
Okay, folks, nothing to see here.
Get back to class, please.
Here you go.
Sorry about that.
I wouldn't worry about it.
Everything, uh, all right?
Sorry?
With, um, Jimmy.
No, not really.
Not at all.
His brother died a few days ago.
Too soon to have him back.
His mum's coming to pick him up.
Dreadful.
Do you have any children, Mr. Carver?
No.
Stabbed at a football match.
Some gang fight.
He was a pupil here too.
Bit of a wind-up merchant, but good kid.
Lovely kid.
Okay? Yeah.
Sorry to keep you, Mr....
Uh, it's Ed. Uh, Ed Taylor.
Mr. Taylor. My... My head's a bit foggy, and I'm not sleeping a lot.
Yes, of course.
Uh...
this is his last school photograph.
It's the most recent one I've got.
Thank you.
He hated having his picture taken.
Listen. As soon as we've got a copy, I'll get it back to you.
Picture in the paper.
He always wanted that.
Do you want the envelope?
Yeah, yeah. That'd be great. Thanks.
Can I get you a drink, Mr. Taylor? Tea? Coffee?
Oh... Something stronger?
I think something stronger. Don't you? Whiskey?
Yeah.
Yeah, whiskey would be great. Thanks.
Uh, listen. Maybe I should just get out of your way and leave you to get on.
Oh, it's no trouble. She's just got a bit of an infection.
I'll... I'll settle her down.
You sit down.
Try and get some sleep, love.
Okay, Mum.
This is his first communion. Ah, right.
Yeah.
He was a good-looking boy, wasn't he?
Yeah. Yeah, he was.
- He was gonna be a heartbreaker.
A real heartbreaker.
Find the people that did this to my boy.
Will you do that for me, Ed?
I'm... I'm sure the police will find them.
Yeah, I know that.
I know all about that.
But I asked you to find who did this to my beautiful boy...
because knowing something will be done...
is the only thing that's keeping me together.
Do you understand?
Everything else is...
Is buried deep, but...
hope...
is buried here.
Hello, Jimmy.
Not Joseph then?
Very good. Very witty.
Hey, uh, listen.
I was sorry to hear about your brother.
I lost my son a year ago about, so...
You might have known him. Steven Carver.
We lived just off the end of the estate there.
Well, he was a good few years older than you, so maybe not.
I know how you feel. Do you?
Yeah. I think I do.
Was your son murdered? No.
Car accident.
Accident? Yeah.
Did you cry?
Everyone keeps telling me it's good to cry.
Well, if that's what everyone keeps saying,
it must be okay, mustn't it?
You're a photographer?
Yeah.
I like taking pictures.
There's no money in it. There is.
Some tosser nicked my camera in the summer.
Went down to the crime scene the other night.
You're gonna have to give me a wee bit more to work on.
The young lad...
Terry, uh, Grady.
Why would you want to do that?
I went down to see his mum.
I needed a picture of him for the first print.
His mum wants me to find whoever's responsible for her son's death.
Well, she would, wouldn't she?
I think we're close. Most of the estates around here have gangs.
It seems Terry was on the edge of one of them...
and got involved in an argument with a couple of guys from another gang.
And things got out of hand?
Yeah. I think you could describe it like that.
Why do you want to get involved?
I thought you were a watcher.
It's better on the sidelines.
Walk away.
- Didn't think you'd show. - Said I would, didn't I?
You want to take some pictures? Yeah.
This is kinda old, kinda complicated.
But once you know it, you know it. You know?
It's the one I had in school. Hold it.
Heavy, eh? Yeah.
How do you see through it? Through here.
Focus.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Oh, here's another one. Here's another one. Here's another one.
See him?
Keep it steady.
Get it?
Yep. Good.
If you want to leave a message, please do.
Hi. My name is Suzanne Tiama.
I'm the director of the Zodiac gallery in Hoxton.
I saw a number of your stills in an old gallery brochure...
and thought the work was incredibly atmospheric,
and I'd be very interested in showing your work.
My number is 0207-843-3582.
These are nice, Tom.
Very nice.
You can't beat kids. I mean, pictures of kids.
There's hope, isn't there?
Want some of this?
Nah, it's not even 11:00!
It's Saturday!
No, it can wait. Got any beers?
Mmm. Should be some in the fridge there.
Nice.
Hey, how's that story going?
Terry Grady, 15-year-old kid...
stabbed to death at a park football match.
Eight-inch blade...
and a broken bottle.
Nasty business.
Penton was there.
The DI who dealt with Steven.
Yeah, I remember.
Sends his regards.
That's nice.
Sorry I missed the poker.
Where did he live?
Rivermead Estate. The one by the park and the playground.
- Why?
I think I took a picture of his brother in the school last week.
Leave it, Tom.
Ah, fuck. What time is it?
11:00, 11:30. Ah, shit.
Fuck! I forgot.
Rachel.
Eh... Tom, it's me.
Hi. You all right?
Yeah. You haven't forgotten, have you?
No. No, I didn't forget.
Come up. Yeah, I'm not ready.
It'll take me... It'll take me 10 minutes.
Yeah, come up.
Um, it's Rachel. She's outside.
Looks like these are gonna have to wait.
Rachel?
Yeah, we're visiting Steven's grave together.
Hi.
Ah. Hi, Ed.
It's been a while. Hmm.
Hello. Oh. Oh.
Are you just leaving?
Ah, well...
Love to say but, uh, the boys.
Oh. Yeah, of course.
Nice to see you, Rachel. Yeah, you too.
See you later, Tom. Yeah, take care.
So, uh, I'll just get ready.
Okay.
Beer for breakfast. Classy.
You never liked him, did ya? Not from the moment you saw him.
Thought it would save time.
He is a good journalist.
No, he's not. He's a hack.
Really. I don't know why you put up with him.
Well, he taught me the important things in life, you know. Really?
Yeah. This is a good steak. This is not a good steak.
This woman will break your heart. That woman won't.
Yeah. Couldn't work that one out for yourself?
Well, I could, but I had Ed, you know?
In his own strange way, he is kind of courageous.
What? Oh, please.
He has the constant imprint of the last person who sat on him.
He's not courageous, Tom. He's a coward.
Well, we'll agree to differ. Yeah. Fine. Well, we'll agree on that then.
Did you get the flowers?
Oh, shit, no.
Excuse me.
So you found some manners now then, bruv?
Oh.
Yeah, look, I don't want any trouble, yeah.
Trouble?
Yeah.
I just want to pick up some flowers here if you don't mind.
Nah, nah. We do mind, bruv.
- Just get out of my way.
Keep away from Grady's brother!
Oh.
Took your time.
Yeah, sorry.
Hey, it's okay.
We are having an open space next week.
I know it's not great notice, but we would love to show you.
Any buyers?
I wouldn't show them if I didn't think I could sell them.
Can you give me these six?
Well, they're not doing anything else.
I take 50%.
Sounds good.
Great.
He who snorts Colombian, thinks Colombian.
Very nice, good sir. Very nice.
Flown in direct, dirt cheap.
Your mate, uh, Harry?
Terry. Terry. From... Uh, works for the Herald in Bogotá?
The very man. Yeah?
This little baby was addressed to Brian Wilson.
Musicians with habits. That's his thing.
Oh, endless possibilities there.
You should have been there last month.
Jim Morrison nearly blew my bollocks off.
To good living, the ultimate revenge.
You are good, Tom, but,
ooh, Jesus.
They put the death of cold through me.
They make you not want to step out the door.
- How do I look? - - You look great.
Thank you.
Tom, you are letting...
a beautiful woman like this go out all on her lonesome...
whilst you sit on your sorry ass with me all night.
You've got your priorities all wrong, my friend.
- Ed, Christina. Christina, Ed. - Ah.
Christina. Eddie.
Enchanté. Oh.
Well, can I, uh... Can I get you a drink?
Well, no. Did you ever read about the evils of drink? Yeah.
Put me off reading for life.
Tom, how come I'm only getting to meet Christina after so long?
I don't know. I guess Christina just got lucky, that's all.
Ah, that'll be him.
I should leave you boys to enjoy your game.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Men, please.
Oh, you think so? Yeah.
You, don't wait up. Be good. Hmm?
Ed.
- Christina. - Nice to have met you.
And you. Hmm.
And, uh, you better be, you know, used to seeing me around.
Love you.
That is a very sexy woman.
I tripped and fell, but did I fall.
Moved in? Yeah, few weeks back.
Serious? Yeah.
What can I say? She makes me smile.
Well, who'd have thought it, eh?
Life in the old dog yet.
Oh, yeah! Chin-chin.
Yeah, let's exhibit these drawings.
I was hugely impressed by them.
But if you like the design, you have to see when she fits all the costumes and everything.
It's... I mean, it's amazing. She's got this eye. It's fantastic.
Thank you.
I saw your piece on the, uh...
On the gang, Under-Fives.
It was good. It was brief. Very good.
Crazy fucking story. Only two of them have ever been arrested.
It's difficult. Minors.
It's so difficult to pin anything on 'em.
But the scary thing is...
that these kids... and that's all they are... they're just babies.
They don't think what they've done is that wrong.
Come on.
But it's also because they're kids.
They're just reacting and tryin' to make sense...
of the shit that's all around 'em.
But when they get cornered, bang! It's reflex.
And that reflex is often just to lash out, with... with an eight-inch blade.
I mean, look at these fucking cunts,
rolling out of the court after the riots.
Not a fucking care in the world.
Pimp roll, designer clobber.
"Who gives a fuck" written all over their faces.
Front. Bullshit front.
I mean, how much shit has that led young men into?
Well, it never used to be like that.
Mmm. Oh, no.
When we were kids, they was innocent times.
The '70s, when you could go to a fight and a football match would break out.
You know, I often wonder how Steven would have turned out.
He'd have been fine.
Yeah? Yeah.
Rachel was saying that, um,
he... he'd been spending a lot more time out at night when I was away.
He was a teenage kid. What did you expect?
Well, I hope he was happy.
I hope we did enough.
Everybody wants to try...
and protect their children from the world, but you can't.
It's... It's simply not possible.
But you try, and you keep trying.
You loved him, Tom.
I saw the way you looked at him, the way you were with him.
I mean, I'm not a father, but I could see that.
Well, I wanted to be a good father.
Oh, believe me, you were.
671... William Klein.
Brooklyn school kids hose themselves down...
during a sweltering hot New York summer's day.
672... Terence Donovan.
Bethnal Green mods and skinheads...
pose for the camera proudly.
Yeah, come on.
- Hey. - Hey.
Open up! Dickhead!
Hey! Hey, pussy!
Hey, screw it. Back off.
Fuck you!
I didn't think you liked his work.
I don't.
My God. Jesus.
Um, what happened to your face?
I, uh, um, you know...
I walked into a wall.
Fell off a bus.
Okay.
Yeah, what do you think?
Ah, moody and magnificent?
Scary. Scary, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, I guess there is that as well.
So, uh, what brings you here?
I've signed him up to do some shows in New York.
They love his stuff.
Very nice.
Hey, listen, um...
I think I've seen enough of this human suffering for a day, you know?
My heartstrings have been... Just been ripped out, you know?
And, um, I'm going for a drink.
Wanna come?
Oh... That would be nice.
But, um, I've still got some things to sort out.
Yeah.
Message number 11.
Message number 12.
Message number 13.
What's wrong?
You needed to do it quite so early?
Oh, early bird and all that. Yeah.
- Hey, Jimmy. - Here's your book.
Uh, I said you could keep that. Don't want it.
Well, you still want those slides to show your class. Hey!
Who's your friend?
Uh, that's one of the kids from the, um, school where I've been taking portraits.
He's interested in photography.
Capa? Start 'em off light, Tom.
Fuck me.
There you are.
Hey, man...
Sorry about the crush.
You forget I've been to a few of your exhibitions over the years.
Actually it's quite busy.
Oh, is that supposed to make me feel better?
Christina not coming?
No. She... She had a business meeting. Okay.
I'm gonna get a refill. Do you want one?
Do you, um...
Do you not think you're drinking too much, Tom?
Who's counting? You?
She thinks I'm a genius.
You know, I was thinking,
as you get older...
you don't really get wiser.
You know, you actually understand less.
You don't get courageous.
You just get scared.
Have you called the police?
And then what?
You look dreadful.
Well, thank you.
You look very nice yourself.
Just call the police, Tom.
It's just pranks.
You caught shit through a letter box,
abusive calls, a mutilated cat...
You call that "pranks"?
Kids nowadays, they've just become so much more advanced.
Haven't you heard?
I'm worried about you.
I'm worried about all this, you know.
Does Christina know?
This is about me. It's not about her.
Well, still, you know, you should talk to her.
You should talk to the police as well. It's gone too far.
Yeah, I will.
I will.
Really, Tom, this place is a mess.
Don't you have any respect?
What is respect?
You know?
A shower and a shave every morning?
See, I don't need that.
I don't need people licking my face.
That is where you and me differ, you know.
Where the hell is she?
Christina? Perceptive.
Well, it's not that late.
Where is she meant to be?
She's out with a dago buyer.
Okay.
Have you met him? Yeah.
Once. Yeah.
Shallow.
Laughs when it's not funny, cries when it's not sad.
- Jealous? - No, I'm not.
I just... I just... I just want her home. You know?
Anything wrong with that? No. No.
And, uh,
how are things between you?
Oh, we get by.
Well, they do say...
the art of making a relationship work...
is giving a little bit more than your share.
You sound like a fucking self-help book.
I did my share.
You know just... Just a little bit more, Tom.
You know? And let's face it.
Whenever you did anything, there always had to be fanfares. You could never just do it.
Well, you always were the humble one in the outfit, weren't you?
Well, for humble, read "doormat."
What?
- Just stop trying to tell me what to do. - I'm not...
Stop trying to be a mummy! Stop trying to mother me!
'Cause you're not a mother anymore, are you?
You're not a fucking mummy anymore!
Oh, my gosh, you can be so cruel sometimes, Tom.
You know, the trouble with this stuff, it cuts away at care.
I mean, look at you.
You're a great advert for it. What do you care about?
Eh?
You're...
You're like an accident waiting to happen.
Now,
that is a choice turn of phrase if ever I heard one.
Oh. You see? There is that constant undercurrent. "Oh!"
The feeling that at any point things could get out of control.
Do you know, it was hard to live with.
It was scary to live with. But you survived.
- I'm a little bit scarred. - Well, we're all a little bit scarred, baby.
Jesus, listen to yourself. You spend all your time trying to blacken your own character.
Yeah, I know. Yeah. Just too many Lou Reed records. Oh, my God...
Is that as real as it gets? That's as real as it gets.
Oh. Yeah. It's all surface.
You scratch it and there's nothing underneath. It's all gone!
Stop it! You can leave whenever you want.
- Is that what you want? - I don't fucking care!
Oh, my God. What's happened to you?
You never used to be like this.
This wasn't the way you described it in the beginning.
It wasn't... We were good.
We were.
I watched as you felt your grip slip away,
and I could see the change.
You know, I tried to help.
I couldn't reach you.
I gave up trying...
because you took it out on me...
and you took it out on Stephen.
I'm gonna go.
I'm so sorry it's ended like this.
Didn't hear you coming in.
You all right?
What's wrong?
Have you been crying?
Get me a drink.
Why have you been crying?
Just let me take your...
I'm cold.
Leave it. Please.
Hello, this is Tom Carver. I'm not here.
If you want to leave a message, please do.
This is Stanley at Maxim Publishing.
Um, we're getting a bit anxious about the deadline.
Ideally we'd like to get this all tied up by the weekend...
so that we can take the package to Oliver on Monday.
So, uh, if you could give me a call.
I'm gonna lie down.
Hey, come on. Tom, please.
If something has happened, you can tell me. No!
Is it something that's happened with Luca? No! No!
Is it something that he said?
It's not fucking Luca. It's not fucking Luca!
It's you. It's you! You've done this to me.
They raped me.
They... They raped me.
Your fucking adversaries, they raped me!
Are you satisfied now?
Are you?
They followed me.
Kids.
I tried to fight.
They held my hands down.
They took turns.
Each of them.
I just wanted to survive.
One of them threw that at me.
They said it must be...
They said it's for my boyfriend.
Is that you?
Is it you?
I want you to call the police.
I want you to tell them exactly what has been going on.
Will you do that for me?
I've given her something to help her sleep.
I wouldn't expect too much too soon. Thank you.
Have you got her initial statement?
Yeah. Gilmore took it all down. Okay.
I'd leave anything else till tomorrow. She's still very fragile.
Of course. Okay. Thanks.
Wanna tell me more about this?
How is she?
How do you think?
Have the police spoke to her?
Yeah.
Took a statement.
Said they'll speak to her in more detail tomorrow.
Did you speak to Penton?
Yeah. And?
Just told him everything.
He said it's gonna be hard if Christina can't identify any of them.
Can she?
They were all wearing masks.
What about the fucker who spat in your face?
Yeah.
I could probably find him.
They'd pull him in for questioning, but...
Where would that leave you?
I brushed off that kid,
and here we are.
I've seen them dealing, openly.
I saw four of them outside a house in Caldwell Street.
They had a sports bag. There were four of them. Then there were two of them.
Then 20 minutes later there were four of them again.
That house was robbed that night.
Yeah.
You should show this evidence to the officer investigating the break-in.
Look, do you think that any of these could be involved in Christina's attack?
I've no idea.
The only motive we have...
is the altercation at the flower stall with the as-yet-unidentified youth.
Well, if you find him... We'll want to speak with him.
About his whereabouts last night.
Definitely.
But if you're asking me whether this evidence in itself...
is likely to lead to a charge and a conviction,
it's unlikely.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
You've got a motive.
Of sorts.
And the evidence at the crime scene.
It's a matter of finding the right boy.
If we can place him in the right place last night,
if there's enough evidence from the scene to match his profile, yeah.
But we cannot haul every kid in off the street. There's kids everywhere.
You think one of these lads in there is the boy at the flower stall?
- Yes. - You shown this to Mr. Carver?
Yeah.
He doesn't recognize any of them.
Then we're still looking.
We now have Mr. Carver's description of the boy at the flower stall.
Get some sleep.
If I'm right, they'll show themselves.
Leave it with us.
You little shit. Listen now.
- Stay the fuck away from here. - Do you know what's gonna happen to you?
- The same that happened to your fucking brother. - And that girl?
- That's gonna happen to you. - Fuck off!
What? Listen, you best fucking stay away from here.
Let me go! Shut up!
Oi! What's going on?
Let me go! Let me go! Are they your mates?
What was going on there? Nothing. I've gotta go home. Leave me alone, will ya.
What's this? Nothing.
Who were those kids? I don't know.
Look, I'm gonna ask you a question. Okay?
A very important question.
Leave me alone. They'll kill me. Who'll kill you?
You know the woman who lived with me? The one who gave me the book?
No, the woman I lived with. The woman who was attacked.
I don't know anything about that. I'm trying to help you!
You're not helping me. You're hurting me.
Let me fucking go!
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. Come back!
Hello.
Hello, boys.
Shit.
Fuckin' hell.
You little fuckin' beauty.
You're fucked, son.
It's not going to stop.
Not now.
Not now they've done this.
So what's next?
It's you or them.
Do you have to be so dramatic?
It's not about being dramatic.
It's about closure.
Ending it.
If that's what you want, I'm there for you, Tom.
Yeah, I know.
Whatever it takes.
I know.
Well, if you want it, it's there.
Yeah.
You described him to me.
Yeah.
I found him.
I'm telling you, it's him.
If you don't believe me, take a look.
You know, you should hand those to Penton.
He can pull him in, see what he has to say about it.
Oh, yeah.
And then what?
What do you think we're talking about?
They're minors.
They'll get locked up in a facility...
with wide-screen cable TV,
Xbox, state-of-the-art fuckin' gym.
Better education than they'll get out in the real world.
Comfort. That's all they'll fuckin' get.
Listen, Tom.
How many times are you going to let these little fuckers piss on you...
before you realize you're wet?
Yeah.
Fuck him.
Mr. Carver!
Mr. Carver, are you in there?
Mr. Carver! Mr. Carver!
Mr. Carver.
Oi! Grady!
Oi!
You fucking cunt!
Come on!
What the fuck... Leave it, man.
Come on, man. Stop.
Shit.
Yes?
Hey. I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Mallon. Mr. Carver.
I'm looking for Jimmy, Miss Mallon. Jimmy Grady.
- Uh, Jimmy's not here. - It's kinda urgent.
- Did anyone phone up, or... - Is everything okay?
You all right?
Once we've got him, I'll do the rest on my own.
If that's what you want.
There he is, all on his lonesome.
Ah, fuck!
Fuck.
Get fuckin' up.
Where would you be if you weren't here, eh?
You fuckin' little animal.
What's your name?
I can't hear you.
Let's try another one. Yeah?
How old are you?
I said, how old are you?
How old? Fifteen.
I'm sorry? Fifteen.
What's your fuckin' name? Fuck you!
"Fuck you." Figures.
You know, I had a son.
He would have been 16 this year.
But he got killed last year.
Hit and run.
Just left there...
on a curb, bleeding.
You got any family?
A sister?
How do you think you'd feel...
if your sister...
was attacked,
dragged down an alleyway,
raped,
everything taken from her?
You'd want to kill whoever was responsible, wouldn't ya?
It's okay.
You're a man, aren't ya?
Any man would feel the same way.
Don't you think?
So...
here we are.
Not scared, are ya?
You never did say what your name was.
What you gonna do, bruv?
You ain't got a bottle, man.
People like you,
never.
Ah, a front. Very fuckin' impressive.
Oh, fuck you.
- Ain't you got nothing else to say? - I didn't do it.
- "I didn't do it"? - You can believe me or not, but I'm telling you...
Yeah, but you and me, we know each other, yeah? We've had our disagreements.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Uh-huh.
And the shit in the letter box, and the dead cat.
All your work. I didn't do it.
"It"? Your bird.
And young Jimmy?
We just wanted to scare him.
Oh, so it was you.
It was a way in to you.
Why me?
Why not?
You nearly killed him.
We was just fucking about.
Well, I'm not fucking about.
No, no. I'm not fucking around.
You look at me.
Do I look like I've got anything to lose?
Okay, so I'm gonna ask you, right, for one last time.
One fuckin' time.
Fuckin' answer me, cunt!
Or I'll kick your fuckin' head in!
What's your fuckin' name? What's your name?
My name is Carl. My name is fucking Carl.
Carl.
You're not gonna wimp out on me now, are ya? Eh?
Oh, you're such a hard man, aren't ya?
What's your fuckin' problem anyway? Eh?
I'm the one going to hell. You're just fuckin' standing there, watching.
Fuckin'... Fuckin' die!
Do it!
Don't touch that. Don't fuckin' touch that!
Eh?
You see that? See that?
My son. Yeah.
Worth 10 of you.
See, I can't go back now.
Not from here.
We've both gone too far.
What are you doing? What...
No. No.
I'd be surprised if you hadn't seen this stuff before,
a man of the world like yourself.
What are you gonna do?
I am going to fill you up until you are fit to burst.
You see, this stuff,
it's gonna take you on a dark, dark journey,
and you'll know what it is to feel true fear.
I've gotta be honest with you, Carl.
I don't think you're gonna be coming back from this.
You'll wander off.
Someone will find you... eventually,
out by the marshes.
It'll be done.
I can look up to the heavens and say,
we're equal now.
Oh, Ed. Ed.
Oh, hi.
Hi. Aren't they great? I just love fireworks.
Yeah.
Um, Josh, this is Ed, an old friend from way back.
This is Josh and his lovely little son Charlie.
Hey, Charlie. How are you doing?
Are you enjoying it? Yeah, it's great.
Wow, Dad, look at that one!
Oh, God, I can barely hear myself think.
Why don't I get us a bite to eat?
Yeah, yeah. Hot dog?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
How are you? Me?
Oh, I'm fine.
You look tired.
I am.
No Tom?
No.
How is he?
He's okay.
Look after him for me.
So, who's your friend?
You seem happy.
Yeah.
You know what? I am.
What's your secret?
I think you've gotta really want it.
Listen, I should be heading off.
Oh, okay.
Nice to see you. Yeah. Nice to see you.
You take care. Bye.
Hey!
Get out of my fuckin' way! Easy!
He didn't die alone.
Eh?
We was there.
You're losing me, Carl.
Stevie.
Steven.
His name was Steven.
Not to us.
What do you think you're doing? Do you not think you're in enough fuckin' trouble already?
When you told me your son died,
I knew it was Stevie.
Then I saw the photo.
You were a mate of my son's? How come I never met ya?
Met a lot of his mates, did ya?
Listen, I'm not the one on fuckin' trial here. Yeah? You are.
It wasn't a hit-and-run.
We nicked the car.
Who nicked what car?
Us.
Me, Stevie, Azza and Michael.
You'd fuckin' say fuckin' anything to get out of here, wouldn't ya?
No. Azza was the one who got the car started.
We drove it up to the petrol station, by the wasteland,
where Stevie wanted to play dodgems...
Where one of us...
would stand in front of the car with it speeding towards us,
dive out the way at the last possible moment.
He always was a nutter.
Michael was driving.
He heard police sirens and panicked.
He slammed on the brakes, but it was moving too quickly.
Stevie went straight over.
We panicked.
We drove till we must have been miles away.
Then we torched the car.
We didn't feel good about leaving Stevie, but...
he would have understood.
He was one of us.
- One of us? - Under-Fives.
- Don't give me that fucking crap. - It's true.
You're lying. What would you know?
- I was his fucking father. - Exactly!
Now, I know my son,
and you would say or do anything...
to save your stinking skin!
You didn't know my son.
He had a burn mark on the right side of his chest.
Yes.
How do you think he got that burn mark?
Accident. Science.
Initiation. Don't fucking give me that!
It's true. Have a look at the right side of my chest.
He was my mate. I knew him.
Get it?
What are you telling me?
Help me, Mr. Carver.
You'd help Stevie.
Now you know there's no difference.
You can only see the good in Stevie.
But what do you know?
You only see the bad in me.
What would you know?
You was never there.
He told us.
He had us.
And the other stuff?
Stuff? Yeah.
He was involved? Involved?
Yeah.
The attack on the woman...
by the canal... the tourist.
Yeah. The one that was in the papers.
Not last year.
About 18 months ago.
He was there. There?
Yeah. There.
He was there? He was involved?
Involved?
He was involved.
Can you help me, Mr. Carver?
It's boiling. I'm... I'm... I'm so hot.
P-Please help... help me.
I don't want to die.
I'm scared.
What's happening to me?
Could you...
Can you get somebody?
Can you get my mum?
Please...
Please get my mum.
Shit!
Fuck!
Fuckin'...
Oh, fuckin'... Uh, yes. Ambulance.
Yeah, um, overdose.
You've gotta come quick. You gotta come quick! 50 Middleton Stree...
Middleton Street. 50 Middleton Street, M1.
Okay. Keep him moving. I will.
Keep your fuckin' eyes open. Look at me. Look at me.
Just look at me.
Is it over yet? Can I leave now?
Look at me. Hey, look at me. What's your name?
Don't do that.
Look at me.
Don't close your fuckin' eyes! Look at me!
Tom!
Tom, it's me. It's Ed!
Let me in, Tom!
Tom! Tom, it's me! Let me in! Tom...
For fuck's sake!
Tom! Tom!
Fuckin' hell. Tom!
Tom, it's Ed! Tom?