01x03 - Episode 3

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All along, I've been wrong.

How could I have been so thick?

Words. Need. Music.

Bardy, this girl is Jeannie.

She looks like that

but she writes music.

You used to sing those rebel

songs at parties with your dad.

And I remembered you had

a good voice.

If you stayed sober for even

a month,

Dad could ask permission for you

to move back onto the estate.

I still love her.

Deuce, I know you've been to the

same corner of hell where I am

and I just wanted to

ask your advice.

Jeannie, come and dance.

Sorry, she's busy.

When you collect the insurance money

and reopen your nightclub

When it reopens, it won't be a

nightclub, it will be a music venue.

Fiona, last night I wrote a poem

that could also be a song.

It's about you.

All we need now is our lead singer.

He's trying to bring me in.

I need you to go

and make a phone call, son.

In half an hour, a b*mb will go off

inside Coventry rail station.

Coventry branch of the IRA

has been activated.

I'm not asking you to

spy on your own family.

I'm ordering you.

I'm thinking of leaving for London.

Sorry, you can't do that.

You've got to sing my song.

I've got to do something to stop

myself thinking

nothing is worth doing.

OK.

Worst-case scenario.

PLAYS NOTE

And this is a pretty heavy

worst case.

PLAYS SINISTER CHORD

Our lead singer didn't show up today

because he's been arrested

for being in the IRA.

SINISTER CHORD

MUSIC ON RADIO: Are Friends Electric

by Tubeway Army

Do you mind if I smoke?

You know the Gate pub?

Yes.

Do you?

Yeah, I do.

My dad's the treasurer.

And I am social secretary.

Oh, f*ck.

Someone on the estate saw you with

a sign walking toward the motorway.

They said you looked like

you needed a lift.

Yeah, to London. What's in London?

Freedom.

Beloved to all true patriots.

I am going to London.

It's not a topic of conversation

nor is it a matter of speculation.

I agree.

Your destination is not

a matter for speculation.

You've taken part in an operation

as part of an active service unit.

You have obligations to other

members of that unit.

You want to jump? Jump.

Dead, you're harmless.

Alive in London, you are

a potential threat to security.

You've nowhere to hide.

Your dad says he needs a hand.

He has some diesel to process.

I told him, I need him.

He's from Coventry.

He probably got the days mixed up.

Dante!

Other people were not put on this

planet purely to be of use to you!

Went to the lock-up.

Bardon didn't show up.

Might have been a mix-up.

More probably a f*ck-up.

KNOCKING

DOOR OPENS

Why you not in college?

I found out today, Dad,

that apparently,

other people were not put on this

planet purely to be of use to me.

I also found out today how important

other people can be to other people.

Especially if they can sing

and you can't.

I'm going to have to think of a way

of explaining it to her.

Sorry I'm late.

Dante, you said

you had something to give me.

Something important.

Well, I don't.

I don't have anything for you.

I took a day off college

to come here.

So did I.

I took a bus full of mad people

to get here.

The number 24.

I actually like it.

So, what was it you were

going to give me?

I don't want to think about it.

About what?

Look, I have a lock-up garage.

I was going to make

this thing for you

but events outside my control

got in the way.

And you're not going to tell me

what it is?

Have you ever considered

the possibility that none of us

are real and we're all just

invented?

No. I was going to make

this thing for you

that explores that possibility.

It expresses the idea that

none of us are real

and that loving someone is actually

just making somebody up.

I had to invent my mum

because I never knew her, so

I made her perfect to make it

easy to love her.

Do you see what I mean?

I know you don't.

But try it.

It might stop the words.

Dante, are you also a virgin?

I don't know.

How can you not know?

Well, I'd have to take

into consideration previous lives.

You believe in previous lives?

I have recently become convinced

that once, in a previous life,

I was a singer of songs somewhere.

And bit by bit I am remembering

the words of the songs I once sang.

And when you remember the words,

do you sing the songs?

No.

Because I can't sing.

That's a shame.

That's a real shame.

Because even though you are very,

very strange

you're also very, very beautiful.

And if you ever showed up at one

of the gigs I go to in Erdington,

and if you got up on stage

wearing this hat

and if you could sing

man Man what?

I'd dance naked to any song

you sang.

I say no! f*cking no!

I will not be forced to dance to

anybody else's f*cking tune!

I swear to God, I'll blow this

entire enterprise to f*ck.

And take us both with it?

I will not be part of your plans

to m*rder people.

Your particular role in this

enterprise isn't to harm anyone.

Your job is to save lives.

10p a time.

You make the calls to warn

the Crown Forces

f*cking "Crown Forces"!

so they can clear innocent people

out of the way and our devices

simply destroy the infrastructure

of the system that oppresses us.

I promised Nana

and I will keep that promise.

Where did she sleep?!

What?

Your mother. After the funeral.

Where did she f*cking sleep?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about some of the boys

stayed over in the Wood

after the funeral

and they said they saw your mother.

Saw her what?

She went to Dante's house.

Dante's dad let her in.

She had no shoes, Dad.

No shoes? If she went to

Dante's house it's probably

because she had no shoes

and nowhere else to go.

You care where she sleeps?

Yes, I f*cking care!

I still get

these scenarios in my head.

Another man touches her.

Then he's lying dead, you know?

Jesus.

You can't let anybody go, can you?

The same person who saw

her go there,

said he saw her leave

in the morning.

She was wearing a pair of old

football boots.

Yeah. She probably borrowed them.

Because like I said, Dad,

she had no shoes.

I can picture her in

football boots

None of it is any of your business.

Take that look of love

out of your eye,

you threw her off Hillside estate.

That was a decision of High Command.

Your love lives in two rooms

on the f*cking hard shoulder.

I saved her f*cking life!

They were going to put b*ll*ts in

her knees for talking business to

people outside the organisation,

while she was intoxicated.

These friends of yours.

These bosses,

these f*cking "freedom fighters".

You'll be needing this.

Before the week is out.

There's going to be another

wee bang.

Wires are buzzing.

Coventry is alive with

overheard conversation.

w*r.

Rumours of w*r.

Have you made your decision,

Sergeant?

Yes, sir, I have made my decision.

I've decided I do not want to

go back to Birmingham

and spy on my own family.

OK, relax.

I want to be totally open

and transparent with you here.

If you decide not to return

to Birmingham

and accept an attachment to the

Special Branch anti-terrorism unit,

these photos are going to be

used in evidence.

Now, we can be pretty sure

that it was this man

Boy. t*rror1st,

who phoned in the b*mb warning

20 minutes before the Coventry

train station expl*si*n.

So we can therefore assume that it

was him also who planted the b*mb.

That's not how it works.

Yeah, I'm going to explain to you

right now how this works.

Bardon Quinn's going to be picked up

about midday today,

he's going to be taken into custody

charged with terrorism offences.

He's going to be interrogated

by the Branch, MI5

and the West Midlands

Serious Crime Squad.

If he survives that encounter,

he's going to be charged with

the Coventry bombing

and he will be convicted.

We will then see to it that he is

sent to Long Lartin maximum security

prison, where he'll be joined

by other senior IRA prisoners.

Once inside the prison,

a rumour's going to emerge

that he co-operated

with Crown Forces.

And he'll be serving a 30-year

sentence, so

I'm really going to doubt

he'll make it that long.

That is not all, Sergeant.

On the strength of these photographs

and other evidence which

I myself will manufacture,

you'll be charged with conspiring

with an enemy of the Crown.

You'll be charged with passing

classified information regarding

military procedure in Belfast to

operatives of the IRA in Coventry.

And you will be convicted

You f*ck, you set me up.

You'll be convicted

and sentenced in a civilian court.

You gave me permission to attend my

grandmother's funeral to set a trap.

Yeah, yeah. And snap

snap

snap.

Alternatively go home.

Go for drinks with members

of your family.

You get drunk, they get drunk -

you don't get too drunk,

you report back to us,

we gather intelligence,

and together we rinse Coventry

of the bad smell of rebellion.

Oh, and you get a medal.

So let me ask my urgent question

again, Sergeant.

Have you made your decision?

I asked some kids and they said

"Dante's on his bridge".

They think this is your bridge.

It is.

Nobody else ever uses it.

You know why?

Cos there is nothing on that side,

and there's precisely f*ck all

on the other side.

A bridge from nowhere to nowhere.

Which means it is

of no use to anyone

except somebody who likes bridges.

And on the whole of the estate,

that's only me.

And me. Where's your hat?

I don't wear my hat here.

Like you don't wear your hat

to church.

Were you singing the words?

You should sing.

Cos Bardon might be gone for good.

I can't sing.

I came here

so nobody could hear me try.

I'm just glad my hat

wasn't a witness.

Everybody can sing.

In their own way.

It's like swimming.

Not everyone can swim.

But everybody floats.

I probably don't.

You do.

It's not possible to be somebody

who doesn't float.

So instead of trying to sing,

just float.

It's only me who can hear,

and what does my opinion matter?

FLATLY TALK-SINGING: There is

a house

in New Orleans

That's you talking.

What's the tune?

There is a house

In New Orleans ♪

More tune

They call ♪

and less of you just being you.

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin

of many a poor boy ♪

Come on, Dante!

And me, Oh, God, I'm one ♪

You got it.

And the only thing

a gambler needs ♪

Good!

Is a suitcase and

Good! OK now, f*ck it. Belt it out.

Fight the traffic. Sing!

And the only thing

a gambler needs ♪

SHOUTS: f*ck the tune, just shout!

Louder!

LOUDLY: # ..is a suitcase

and a trunk!

And the only time ♪

Louder!

It's Wembley f*cking Stadium!

He's satisfied,

is when he's all drunk!

BELLOWS:

So Mother, tell your children! ♪

Oh, f*ck!

Never do what I have done ♪

Dante.

Or spend your lives in sin

and misery ♪

QUIETER:

In the House of the Rising Sun. ♪

My boyfriend.

Dante, they will have knives.

Is that the person I beat up?

Yeah.

With his brother and his friend.

Then that's good.

If that's the person I beat up,

I want to apologise to him.

Dante, now is not the time to be

f*cking weird.

Run.

This is between me and him.

I am going to apologise.

I have a question for you.

What the f*ck are you doing

with my girlfriend?

Just been rehearsing.

I'm speaking to this c**t.

I asked this c**t a question.

Well, does the c**t speak?

I don't know who you are,

but I'm glad you've come here.

Yeah?

Glad I came here, are ya?

SHOUTS: f*cking glad I came here,

yeah?!

I'm glad you came

because I want to say I'm sorry.

You f*cking what?

The last time we met,

something happened inside me.

Something I don't like.

I became a person I'm not.

I'm a poet.

I don't mean harm to anyone.

Is he taking the piss?

No, he's really not.

This is how he is.

He's harmless.

All right,

he lives in his own world.

We've had this idea

about making music.

Jeannie! Jeannie! You come back!

Stop it! No! Get off him!

f*cking stand him up!

Stand him up! Come on!

My arms are by my side,

I will not fight.

f*cking fight back!

He told you he doesn't want to

fight, all right? Leave him alone.

f*cking

Get your animal brother off him!

Please, just leave him alone!

You would be doing my work for me.

What the f*ck did he say?

I've apologised,

I want to leave now.

I'll cut his f*cking face off.

If you leave him alone

f*cking move, out

If you leave him alone,

I will never see him again!

I swear to God. I swear to Jesus.

Leave him alone

Move out the f*cking way.

And I will never

go near him again.

Tyro, I swear.

Stop! f*cking wait!

Just f*cking wait a minute.

You know what I'm like

about swearing to God.

If I swear to God, I mean it.

I swear by Almighty God,

if you leave him alone,

I will forget the music and I will

never, ever go near him again.

So help me God.

Karl, get off him.

You ever go near her again,

I'll f*cking k*ll you, OK? OK?

Just leave him.

He's nothing.

I just felt sorry for him.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

HE SPITS

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many

a poor boy

And me, oh, God, I'm one ♪

MUSIC: House of the Rising Sun

by The Animals

OK, driver, take me down to hell.

KNOCKING

Who is it?

It's Estella.

Bardon's mum.

Holy sh*t, what happened to you?

Come in.

You been fighting?

No.

I've been not fighting.

Let me look.

Nothing broke.

You swallow any teeth?

No.

I used to be a nurse.

That's how I met Bardon's dad.

Helped sew his thumb back on

after a fight.

You seeing double? No.

What are you doing here?

Come and sit down in the light.

Let me see if you need stitches.

You're not getting involved

in drugs? No.

So who you been fighting?

It's called reaping what you sow.

That which you do unto others

will be done unto you.

Is that from the Bible?

Comes out of me like sweat.

I listen to my dad preaching.

His preaching is why I'm here.

Your dad says God can help me.

Though I think I'll be a tall order,

even for God.

He says he knows people

who can cure me.

Then my dad's your man.

Yep, he's my man.

Ouch. Shh.

He hasn't touched a drink in

four years, and do you know what?

He looks really sad

most of the time.

Oh, that's fantastic motivation,

thank you, Dante.

He'll have you praying

and confessing.

I'll do whatever it takes.

My, you are a handsome boy,

even after a beating.

Today, she said I was beautiful.

Who did?

Then someone comes along

and beats the beauty out of me,

as if summoned.

This is some life we live

in these rough places, isn't it?

Yeah

Yeah, it's some life we live.

I don't want my dad to find out

what happened.

What will you do, wear a mask?

I've decided to go away

for a bit.

Go away where?

Dad's at the soup kitchen

until three.

I'll be gone when he gets back.

You can wait here for him.

Where are you going?

You can help yourself to anything.

Dad doesn't allow booze,

so there's no temptation.

Dante, I'll have to tell him

where you've gone.

Tell him

tell him

I'm going to the place

where it all started.

MUSIC: A Message To You Rudy

by The Specials

HORN BEEPS

MACHINE BLEEPS

Will bloom once again, said she. ♪

APPLAUSE

CONVERSATIONS END

Holy f*ck.

LAUGHTER

What are you doing here?

Finding you.

Why you wearing sunglasses?

f*ck.

What happened?

I had a very thorough

and eventful singing lesson.

What happened to you?

Something came up.

More important than singing my song?

Yeah, more important than that.

So you've decided to start smoking.

Think it will help my voice

when I sing.

Or float, as Jeannie calls it.

Except Jeannie is gone

because she swore to Jesus that

she would never speak to me again,

and I got the feeling Jesus

is important to her.

And soon Jesus will be important

to your mum, if my dad has his way.

What are you talking about?

Your mum is at my house.

She came to see my dad.

Dante.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Hello, Uncle Eamonn.

I was wondering if I could

stay at your house for a few days.

That probably isn't a very good idea

right now, Dante.

We've got quite a lot going on.

OK.

Or maybe I could

stay at your mum's place, Bardon.

I know she's not there tonight.

What? Bardon's mum is at

Dad,

Dante is having a hard time at home.

Show him your eyes, Dante.

He needs a place to stay,

let me sort him out, OK?

Keep him out of the way.

What did he say about your mother?

He's not quite right at the moment.

He's not making sense.

We were just now this far

from my dad going home,

picking up a g*n,

driving up the f*cking M6 motorway

and sh**ting your dad

through the head.

Why would he do that?

It's called "love", Dante.

Let me explain

SHOUTING

It's like you

with a girl from Sutton Coldfield.

She likes my hat.

It's f*cking ridiculous.

Writing a song for her

is ridiculous.

Some middle-class girl

who'll drop the cassette in the bin

and go on to become a surveyor

or an estate agent,

who wouldn't look twice at trash

like us when she reaches 21.

But you do it because of love.

Love makes you do mad things.

Where are we?

We are now in a place where no door

is locked, because no-one has

anything to steal, and anyway, the

locks themselves have been stolen.

So the madness of love is what

has my dad in its grip.

He's still in love with my mum

and he can't stand the idea of any

other man going anywhere near her.

This is your mum's flat?

This is my mum's flat.

Prepare yourself. She's been drunk

ever since she moved in,

so it might not be pleasant.

DOOR BUMPS

Clean, at least.

And tidy.

No booze.

She's trying this time.

She must really believe

your dad can help her.

LOUD TRAFFIC

Dante? What's wrong?

This place.

This place is f*cking heaven.

You should write a song about it.

Already have.

Just this second.

And you'll sing it yourself?

No.

We'll sing it together.

That's why I came here.

To explain it to you.

They call it harmony.

You'll do the tune

and I'll sort of talk and growl.

That's not what harmony is.

And I need to think of a way

of getting Jeannie back.

All I need is something

stronger than Jesus.

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE TONE

EAMONN: Estella, my darling.

Are you there?

I know you hate me

and you blame me for your exile,

but when I saw you at the funeral

and I heard you sing

Dad, you poor stupid f*ck.

I don't have the words

to express my emotion myself,

so

I'll sing the song

we danced to at our wedding.

They say I'm poor,

they say I'm young

I tell them

all to hold their tongue

If they can part

the sand from the sea

Then they can part my true love

from me. ♪

Goodnight, my darling.

A poet called Philip Larkin

wrote a poem.

"They f*ck you up,

your mum and dad."

That's it.

That's the whole poem.

BARDON CHUCKLES

OK, Dante, let's try it.

Harmony.

The song my stupid dad just sang.

OK.

You start.

One I love, two she loves

Three she's true to me

BOTH IN UNISON: # They say I'm poor,

they say I'm young

I tell them

all to hold their tongue

HARMONISING: # If they can part

the sand from the sea

Then they can part my true love

from me

One I love, two she loves

Three she's true to me. ♪

Not yet stronger than Jesus,

but not bad.

SCREAMS

Hey, Virgil.

All right, Wire.

How's your brother?

They fixed him up? My brother?

I thought maybe that's why

you came back.

What you talking about, Wire?

On the estate, they're calling it

the m*ssacre under Dante's bridge.

CHEERING

It was one against one, in here,

on this dance floor,

and my brother won.

Then it was three against one

on a bridge and my brother lost.

Now it's me against three.

But I've been asked by management

to take it outside.

So?

Let's f*cking 'ave it!

MUSIC: Clampdown

by The Clash

One, two, three, four!

Taking off his turban,

they said, is this man a Jew?

Working for the clampdown

Picking up a poster,

saying, we earn more than you

Working for the clampdown

We will teach our twisted speech

To the young believers

We will train our blue-eyed men

To be young believers

The judge said five to ten,

but I'd say double that again

I'm not working for the clampdown

No man born with a living soul

Can be working for the clampdown

Kick over the wall cos

government's to fall

How can you refuse it?

Let fury have the hour ♪

You. You leave my brother alone.

It's OK, I already

made a promise to Jesus.

Welcome home, Virgil.

You grow up and you calm down

You're working for the clampdown

You start wearing the

blue and brown

You're working for

the clampdown. ♪

Gregory?

You OK, Dad?

You didn't just leave the other day?

What you doing back here?

What you doing sleeping on the sofa?

We have a guest.

Your Auntie Estella.

The 12 steps no work for her,

so she's trying God.

Is it working?

She sing beautiful

but she giggles a lot.

Come on, man,

you know better than that.

Not in this house.

Talk to me now.

What is going on?

You see when

you sorted out my life, Dad,

and I promised you

I'd never lie to you again.

You can't lie to me,

I will always know.

So don't ask me why I'm back here.

Cos the truth is dangerous.

Truth could get you k*lled.

But it's going to be OK, though,

Dad, cos I'm a soldier.

And I have a plan.

Listen, I'm tired.

I'm going to get some sleep.

Hold on.

See, this one's legal, I promise.

I've got it on

a Ministry of Defence license

Not in this house.

I understand, but I'm so tired,

Dad Gregory.

BABY FUSSES

FUSSING CONTINUES

Me and Belinda take it in turns.

When it's me, nothing works.

Shh, shh.

Listen, I need use of the Zulu

safe storage facility.

Don't ask, don't tell.

And, Wire, put word around the Wood

that my brother Dante is now

officially a Zulu

and is under Zulu protection.

Maybe that'll stop the stupid

b*stard getting himself k*lled.

Morning, Nan.

MUSIC: Love Of The Common People

by Nicky Thomas

Living on free food tickets

Water in your milk

from a hole in the roof

Where the rain come through

What can you do? Uh-huh

Tears from your little sister

Crying because she doesn't have

a dress without a patch

For the party tonight

But she knows she'll get by

cos she's

Living with the love

of the common people

Smile from the heart

of the family man

Daddy's gonna buy her

a dream to cling to

Mama's gonna love her just

as much as she can ♪

Morning, Nan.

And she can ♪

On the road to next time's better.

Driving away from

nothing f*cking matters.

Foxes and taxis

and drunks in tatters,

sent to bed by bird song chatter.

EAMONN: Bardon, get up.

There's been a delivery.

Broken glass,

g*ns, dope and concrete.

Mix in bass and drum and then sing.

Like the M6 was Orange Street.

Sorry, God.

This blackened shell

in which you now stand

will soon become a cathedral.

The broken stage and scorched

dance floor will become altar,

font and pews, dedicated to the

worship of live music.

Through that hanging door,

the whole of Birmingham will come.

And from beyond, from all over

the f*cking country,

and from America, and we will,

we will be ready to greet them.

Now, they will come for the music

but they will also become customers

for other merchandise

associated with live music venues.

Now, I'm told by my friend that

you are people who can be trusted,

people he has known for many years,

people known on the streets where

you live as Zulus.

So, on his word, I'm going

to invite you all today

to join me in my holy enterprise.

And as high priest

I will now initiate you with

this holy sacrament.

Leave it!

"Hey, that mad b*stard Robbie Carmen

"blew £50 worth of cocaine

in my face.

"Yeah, and then he stared into my

eyes, as if looking for something."

I am looking for something.

A willingness to accept my madness

and obey my rules.

And here are those rules.

Any customer

entering my establishment

will be searched

for ill*gal substances.

Thank you, Mr Carmen.

All substances you confiscate will

be collected and stored for re-sale.

The customers will then be offered

our own merchandise,

at very uncompetitive prices,

which they will accept

for want of alternatives.

There will be

no alternative sources.

Because any customer found dealing

their own merchandise on my premises

will have both their arms broken.

Accept.

Now, it is my intention to use this

place to sell hashish, cocaine

and heroin to both young and old

on an industrial scale,

so that the music on the stage

will become secondary

to the powder in the cloakroom.

Now, then.

Now the high priest

passes judgment.

Anyone who works for me

needs to have the same attitude

and outlook as this space man.

HE SNIGGERS

He does not laugh,

he does not cry,

he expresses no opinions,

offers no objections,

he simply stands in the place

where I put him.

He does not speak to the police,

he does not confess to a friend

or tell his mother where all

the money is coming from.

Because money, there will be.

Lots and lots of money.

You may now wipe your faces.

The one who took two blows of coke

would cause us trouble.

The woman third from the left

has an addiction in her eyes.

And the last in line,

who laughed at me, smells of whisky.

Get rid of them three.

And then there will be seven.

And maybe there'll be one more

to add to the seven.

Guess who's back in town?

KNOCKING

Bardy? No, it's me.

What are you doing here?

Bardon phoned Dad

and told him where you were,

in case he was worried.

Why aren't you in Belfast?

Because I need you to

do something for me. What?

I need you to f*cking grow up.

Not possible. Or desirable.

Listen, if someone fights you,

you fight back.

Does Dad know?

I never tell Dad anything

but he always finds out anyway.

I need to speak to Bardon.

Phone him up.

No, I need you to phone him.

Why?

For the next few weeks or months

the question why is forbidden.

Just phone Bardon and tell him

you want to meet him

and talk about something.

Talk about what? I don't know.

What do you normally

talk to him about? Music.

So phone him and tell him

you want to talk about music.

Listen, I thought she was a drinker.

Is there no f*cking booze

in this house?

Brother, it's 8:30 in the morning.

Yeah, well, for me, it's still

last night. Just phone Bardon

and tell him you want to meet him

at Coventry Cathedral. What?

Tell him you want to meet him there

right now. Why Coventry Cathedral?

Cos no-one from Coventry goes there

and I don't want us being seen.

No more whys, just phone him.

ECHOING: Ba.

Bo.

Ba.

WHISPERS: Dante?

The acoustics in this place

are amazing.

Listen.

Ba.

Ba.

My brother came back from Belfast.

He wants to talk to you.

Go and talk to him.

Apparently, I'm not allowed to hear

what he has to say.

Close enough. Sit down.

You don't need to speak,

just listen.

You're in a lot of trouble, Bardy.

They have your name

for the train station

and I've been sent back to nail you

and your dad

and the whole Coventry cell.

Holy

Look, they'll have

my handler in place soon,

so I can only say this once,

so please just shut up and listen.

You're going to have to trust me.

I need to give 'em a big fish

so they let you and your dad

off the hook. It's how they work.

They send you after your family

so you deliver commanders instead.

You're going to have to be hard,

Bardon.

You're going to have to become

a man fast.

Real fast.

I need you to get me information

about when and where.

I can't do this.

I have college. I have exams.

Bardy, if you're picked up

for the train station,

you're looking at 30 years.

I just put a f*cking coin in a slot.

Yeah, and now you're on the hook.

To get you off the hook,

I need the commanders.

I need to know who's giving

the orders.

In Birmingham, some of the gangs do

have contact with the 'Ra

so I do have ways in. But I will

also need information from you.

If you get information they can use,

then maybe we can make a deal.

I am in the middle of my final

f*cking exams.

I am not made for this kind of work.

Come on, Bardy,

no-one was made for it.

You make yourself.

I'll get you out of this and get

your dad off with five to ten,

but I need the commanders.

It will get worse before

it gets better.

But it will get better,

because I'll make sure of it.

Why don't we ask the priest if it's

OK for us to record my song here?

It's unbelievable.

A recording studio made by God.

OK, God.

I'll rehearse it on my own.

The song I want to record

is called Birdsong.

And it goes like this.

Well, they tell me

of a pie up in the sky

Waiting for me when I die

But between the day you're born

and when you die

They never even seem

to hear your cry

But as sure as the sun will shine

I'm gonna get my share now,

what's mine

And then the harder they come

The harder they fall, one and all

Ooh, the harder they come

The harder they fall,

one and all.