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I am going to lie down.

- Hey, come on.

- Tom. Please.

- If something has happened, you can tell me.

- No!

- Is it something that has happened with Luca?

- No! No!

Is it something that he said?

It is not f***ing Luca.

It is not f***ing Luca!

It is you. It is you!

You have done this to me.

They raped me.

They raped me.

They raped me.

Your f***ing 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 is for my boyfriend.

Is that you?

Is it 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 have given her something

to help her sleep.

I would not expect too

much too soon. Thank you.

Have you got

her initial statement?

- Yeah. Gilmore took it all down.

- Okay.

I would leave anything else until

tomorrow. She is still very fragile.

- Of course!

- Okay. Thanks.

Want to 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 going to be hard if

Christina cannot identify any of them.

She can.

They were all wearing masks.

What about the f***er

who spat in your face?

Yeah.

I could probably find him.

They would pull him in

for questioning, but...

Where would that leave you?

I brushed off that kid,

In addition, here we are.

I have 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 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 have 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 will 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 is unlikely.

For f***'s sake!

You have a motive.

Of sorts.

And the evidence

At the crime scene.

It is 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.

However, we cannot haul every kid in off

the street. There is a kid 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 does not recognize any of them.

Then we are 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 sh*t. Listen now.

- Stay the f*** away from here.

- Do you know what is going to happen to you?

- The same that happened to your f***ing brother.

- And that girl?

- That is going to happen to you.

- F*** off!

- What?

- Listen, you best f***ing stay away from here.

- Let me go!

- Shut up!

What is going on?

- Let me go! Let me go!

- Are they your mates?

- What was going on there?

- Nothing. I have to go home. Leave me alone, will you.

- What is this?

- Nothing.

- Who were those kids?

- I do not know.

Look, I am going to ask you

a question. Okay.

A very important question.

- Leave me alone. They will kill me.

- Who will 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 attacked.

I do not know anything about that.

I am trying to help you!

You are not helping me.

You are hurting me.

Let me f***ing go!

F***.

F***. Come back!

F***. Come back!

Hello.

Hello, boys.

Sh*t.

F***ing hell.

You little f***ing beauty.

You are f***ed, son.

It is not going to stop.

Not now.

Not now, they have done this.

So what is next?

It is you or they.

Do you have to be so dramatic?

It is not about being dramatic.

It is about closure.

Ending it.

If that Is what you want,

I am there for you, Tom.

Yeah, I know.

Whatever it takes.

I know.

Well, if you want it,

It is there.

Yeah.

You described him to me.

Yeah.

I found him.

I am telling you, it is he.

If you do nOt believe me, Look.

You know, you should

hand those to Penton.

He can pull him in. See what

he has to say about it.

Yeah.

Then what?

What do you think

we are talking about.

They are minors.

They will locked up

in a facility.

With wide-screen, cable TV.

Xbox, state-of-the-art

F***ing gym.

Better education than they will

get out in the real world.

Comfort. That is all

they will f*** get.

Listen, Tom.

How many times are you going to let

these little f***ers piss on you.

Before you realize you are wet.

Yeah.

F*** him.

Mr. Carver!

Mr. Carver, are you in there?

Mr. Carver! Mr. Carver!

Mr. Carver.

Hi. Grady!

Hi.

You f***ing c*nt!

Come on!

What the f***. Leave it, man.

- Come on, man.

- Stop.

Sh*t.

Yes.

- I am sorry to bother you, Miss Mallon.

- Mr. Carver.

I am looking for Jimmy,

Miss Mallon. Jimmy Grady.

- Jimmy is not here.

- It is somewhat urgent.

- Did anyone phone up, or...

- Is everything okay?

You all right?

Once we've got him, I will

do the rest on my own.

If that is what you, want.

There he is,

all on his lonesome.

F***!

F***.

Get f***ing up.

Where would you be

If you were not here.

You f***ing little animal.

What is your name?

I cannot hear you.

Let us try another one. Yeah?

How old are you?

I said, how old are you?

- How old?

- Fifteen.

- I am sorry.

- Fifteen.

- What is your f***ing name?

- F*** you!

"F*** you." Figures.

You know, I had a son.

He would have been 16 this year.

However, he killed last year.

Hit and run.

Just left there.

On a curb, bleeding.

You got any family.

A sister?

How do you think you would feel.

If your sister.

Attacked.

Dragged down an alleyway.

Raped.

Everything taken from her.

You would want to kill whomever

Was responsible. Not you.

It is okay.

You are a man. Are not you?

Any man would feel the same way.

Do not you think?

So...

Here we are.

Not scared. Are you?

You never did say

what your name was.

What you going to do. Bruv.

You not got a bottle, man.

People like you.

Never.

A front.

Very f***ing impressive.

F*** you.

- Are you nothing else to say?

- I did not do it.

- "I didn't do it"?

- You can believe me or not, but I am telling you.

Yeah, but you and me, we know each other,

Yeah? We have had our disagreements.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And the sh*t in the letter box.

In addition, the dead cat.

- All your work.

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