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Like sh*t! That's how you've treated

me! Listen, we're cousins, right?

If I drop my cousin in sh*t,

I'll get him out of it.

Right?

Yeah, we lied to you, but

you should be grateful,

because you can put your hand on

your heart and say, "I knew nothing.

"I knew absolutely nothing."

And we'll back you up on that.

We'll make sure everyone knows

you're innocent.

I'm innocent, Colin's innocent, but

you're even more innocent. Right?

So, what...so you'll tell them?

If we have to, yeah.

If you have to?! Nobody's been

picked up yet, have they?

As soon as they are, if

they are, we tell Kieran he's got to

cough for it, he's got to tell

the bizzies it was him.

Nobody else had a knife, nobody else

used a knife, least of all you. Right?

You've got nothing to worry about,

Johnjo. Eh?

Can we get them enhanced?

Yeah, we're trying.

This is the best we've got

of the other three.

Uh. Could be anyone.

Hello? DI Hastings here.

Is that you, Margaret?

Yeah. Just letting you know

we're arresting someone soon

and it's significant.

Who? Name again?

O'Shea.

'O'Shea.

'Mean anything?'

No.

So it's nothing to do

with money? No.

And nothing to do

with being on telly?

It's nothing to do with that. It's

just some girls are into footie.

Bollocks. Language.

So it's footie, yeah? Yeah.

So they play footie, so girls who are into

footie are gonna be attracted to 'em? Yeah.

That's your argument, yeah?

Yeah.

I play footie. So?

So how comes they're

not throwing themselves all over me?

Have you looked in the mirror

lately? Has Wayne Rooney?

I'm going to get a bird like his, am I, cos she's

into football and I play for the Dog and Duck?

They were childhood sweethearts.

Oh, bollocks! I won't tell you again!

It's about being famous and having

a load of dosh. Football gives you both.

It's nothing to do with

football itself.

That's just a means to an end.

It could be anything like that.

Singing, dancing, boxing, anything

that brings a bit of fame and fortune.

And of course they're gonna say

they're into it...

No bird's going to say, "I can't

stand football but I love the dosh."

Patrick O'Shea?

Johnjo O'Shea. Is Patrick in?

Who is it, Johnjo?

Yeah. We'll come in then, OK?

Who is it?

Patrick O'Shea?

Yeah? We're arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of

Thomas Ward. What?

You do not have to say anything.

However, if you do not mention

something you later rely on in

court... This is a joke, isn't it?

..it could harm your defence.

Anything you do say

may be used in evidence against you.

Do you understand?

It's a joke, right?

Do you understand? No!

I think you do but I'll say it

again. No, no... And sorry about

this, but it's murder, so...

If you do not mention something you

later rely on in court it could harm

your defence.

Is this the boy last night? Yes. But

he was with his girl! In that case

he's got nothing to worry about.

I haven't done anything! You've got

the wrong boy, you've made a mistake!

He hasn't done anything wrong!

Where are they taking him?

They're arresting him! Patrick!

Patrick! Patrick! Patrick, what's

happening?! Dad, what's going on?

I don't know, did he say anything to

you? He hasn't said anything to me.

Patrick, call us, all right? We can

get in there. Tell us where you are.

Patrick, what's happening! Did

he tell you anything? No, nothing.

Sh*t. I can't believe it.

NO!!!!!!

No! No...

No!!!

No!!

They're letting you go...?

Police bail.

Where's Johnjo?

He's in the car.

We're on double yellows.

What's going on? I'll tell you

when we get home.

Move. Now.

What's going on?

I've told you. When we get home.

Does it involve Johnjo? Yeah.

What do you think it is?

Sit down.

You're scaring me now, Patrick.

You don't know

the half of it, Mam.

Sit down.

Sit...down.

Tell 'em.

Or shall I tell 'em?

That stabbing in the pizza place -

the lads who did it used my car.

How?

He gave 'em a lift in it.

I've seen it on CCTV, Mum.

Oh, my God.

They...they told me they were

going for a pizza. Oh, Johnjo.

I wish I could smack you, you little prick.

I thought they were going for a pizza!

Kids at home?

Yeah.

How are they?

Over the moon.

Sorry.

We bumped into each other.

Two weeks ago.

What, he didn't mention it?

No.

Did he speak?

No.

He said hello.

That was all.

"Hello" was more than you deserved.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

What is it?

Did you have to turn him against me?

I didn't. You did.

I just told him the truth.

The truth was always going to

make it worse. How?

You were leaving us.

How could it get any worse?

You dying, maybe.

No, not even you dying,

cos you dying brings in money -

pension, insurance.

You leaving means we're skint!

You know what it is?

Guilt.

You feel as guilty as sin.

Well, you've always felt as guilty

as sin, ever since you left,

and now THIS.

This makes it ten times worse.

Well, sorry,

nothing I can do for you.

My kids were traumatised, you see.

You couldn't possibly know how

traumatised cos you were off

swanning it with your fancy piece.

I was looking at it day in,

day out.

So I made sure

they knew that it wasn't my fault.

And you'd have done the same.

It's not guilt.

Well, not...it's not all guilt.

I used to imagine

our reconciliation.

I'd meet him one day when he was

older...

..knew more about men and women,

and...

..we'd go for a pint...

..and I'd talk to him

man to man, you know.

Brutal honesty.

"One life, one shot at happiness,"

all that stuff.

And after that, he'd have some

sort of grudging...

Well, no, not respect, no.

A grudging acceptance maybe.

And I'd build on that, you know.

I'd build on it.

But he's gone.

And so has

the prospect of our reconciliation.

And that makes me so...

You know, it makes me...

Don't you dare cry!

You don't have the right.

You cry and I'll...

They, erm... They can do

an independent postmortem

for defence purposes.

So...you'll be able

to bury him in the next few weeks.

Thanks.

Did you decide which coffin...?

Yeah. The white one.

That's rather more expensive.

It's OK. If you were on benefits,

we could...

It has to be the white one

cos his friends want to write

little messages on it.

I'll get the money.

It needs to be up front, you see...

It's hard to talk money

at a time like this but...

Honestly, it's OK!

I'll be getting money from

Criminal Injuries, so I'll use that.

I don't think that'll come in time.

Could I... No! You gave us

nothing when he was alive!

I'm sorry about this.

You won't do it now he's dead!

I'm sorry...

'Tomorrow? Yeah.'

Why wait till tomorrow?

Two reasons -

one, they'll call him a grass.

What? They'll call him a grass.

A boy's just been killed,

for God's sake! I know that.

Everyone should be a grass

when a boy's been killed.

I agree... Everyone should tell

the police what they know!

That's what we'd want

if it happened to us!

Not everyone sees it that way.

We'd expect them to tell the truth

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