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in the machine room.

Rosey managed to get out.

I don't know really...

Your granddad got stuck in...

and he fell somehow. Kevin?

Shall we go up and use your

granddad's old camera tomorrow?

Oh, Christ!

- What?

- His gun. Hospital!

- Mam, I've got to...

- He's taken the gun, Kevin!

- But, mam, I have to tell you something.

- Let's go!

I know, but granddad's

dead though, isn't he?

He knows he's not in hospital.

I know, but that's where

Rosey is, man, Kevin!

Mam, please stop,

I have to tell you...

Shut up, Kevin,

we've got to find him.

Mam, it was me, I did it.

- Mam!

- What? What was you?

It was me.

I started the fire.

Up in the...

I didn't mean it, it was...

It just happened.

Excuse me, miss... Excuse me.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

He's a copper.

Inspector Emson here.

Anybody near the County Hospital?

Hold it.

Hello. Are you going

to shoot that thing?

Rosey...

Tell him to leave us alone.

This is Jimmy, Pat's son.

Jimmy, Rob.

Easygoing insomniac

with a few other ailments.

Asthma, sore feet in shoes.

I like fishing. I like reading.

And trying to remember things

that most consider best forgotten.

I was responsible,

more than anyone for the death

of Patrick Mulcahy.

- Rob, you're wrong.

- I'm sorry.

Jimmy, I'll tell you this.

I used to think that

it took guts to admit you were wrong.

But, I was wrong.

Sometimes it takes guts

to stand your ground.

Jimmy, point the gun at me.

It was me.

Jimmy!

Look, Jim, before we go

any further I must tell you

I've done all this before.

Okay, and you know what's the best solution in these

situations?

Is just to wait. Wait.

So, that's what we do.

We just wait.

Now, so I'm told,

end in surrender

with no casualties..

I fancy some fish and chips, me, eh?

Away...

Well, what shall we

talk about, Jimmy?

I could ask you things like

why do you wanna do this?

But I tend to find that,

that would only make

you think about the reasons

why you're here.

And, as I'm sure you understand

they're not the things that we would

all wish to dwell on at this moment.

And hopefully out of just chatting

we can get to a solution.

- Are you going to shoot?

- Rob, please!

The principle behind this,

Jimmy, is... Let's relax.

Let's put the gun down and talk.

Let's just put the gun down.

Rob, will you just f*** off

and leave us alone.

Did you tell me to f*** off again?

- Those were the words I used.

- To say what?

Jim. Jimmy,

please don't shoot, okay?

Chrissy, will you just tell me

what you want me to do.

Because I cannot keep coming

back here for more, now.

You do though, don't you?

You just keep on coming back!

Yeah, and it's not because I pity you

or I think you may need the company.

It's because, Chrissy

for the first time in a long time...

I, me... have actually found somebody

who I think that I might spend

some time with.

- Why?

- Well, I don't know why!

Okay, you're right, I analyse everything.

Everything far too much.

But I haven't actually analysed

this particular feeling.

But I know I'm right because you,

you, for years you can look and

look for a solution to your problems...

it's not till you sit down, you wait,

you look around... you realize

it's staring you in the face.

Oh, sh*t!

All I know, Chrissy, is that I've

spent years... Iooking for something,

something... something you don't

expect to find on a Friday night.

When you're called out to a crisis

and you'd rather be watching

the end of 'Cheers'.

All I really want to say is...

will you go on a proper date with me?

With restaurants and ice-cream and,

and perhaps sore bees, perhaps.

But me! Chrissy?

Chrissy.

Yeah.

- Hey, come here, chum. Come here.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You okay?

Me? Yeah, yeah. Cos...

- Really?

- No.

Sounded good though, didn't it?

Made me sound gutsy.

- F*** off!

- Okay.

- Jackie.

- What?

Roseanne's sister, Jackie.

I just remembered her name.

- Oh, Rob man.

- What?

- Just shut up and come here.

- Okay.

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