01x02 - Random Acts

[bunniefuu]

♪ There once was a place
with my little lovely ♪

♪ Whey, hey, h* ♪

♪ And I seek and I search,
and I know that I'll find it ♪

♪ Whey, hey, h* ♪

♪ I know the wind, she blows ♪

♪ I know the tides are low ♪

♪ But you'll find me at
the Whitepost ♪

♪ You'll find me
at the Whitepost ♪

Oi, what time do you finish,
sweetness?

You'll be passed out by then,
so it don't matter.

I'll bring the bill.

-Five shots of Sambuca.
-Bunch of creeps.

Anyone would think
they've had enough.

Shots, shots,
shots, shots, shots, shots!

Oh, well, lads, sorry, you've
missed last orders, I'm afraid.

Tell you what, though.
Bit of local knowledge.

If you take a right out of here,
keep going, you come to

The Salty Dog,
guaranteed lock-in.

-Alright!
-There you go.

You'll leave town,
but just do keep going, yeah.

-Cheers, darling.
-Night.

It's in the middle of nowhere.
You can't miss it.

Salty Dog?

Hm, they'll be in Herne Bay
before they realize

I made it up.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't
let them get to me.

Oh, it's fine. You're bound
to feel fragile at the moment.

How's she doing?

She's good.

You think?

Maybe she shouldn't have
come back to work so soon.

She needs the distraction.

It's not distraction.
It's denial.

You could've died.

Don't be daft.

It'll catch up with you, Pearl.

Just make sure you get
all this over here, as well.

Sir.

Anonymous 999 call.

Thought it was odd
the lights were on.

Now, the house is on the market,

owners are abroad,
a Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.

Thank God for
nosey neighbors, eh?

Yeah. You missed Marcus Devlin.
He's at A&E.

Uniforms found him tied up.
But get this.

He's in a diabetic coma
after being force-fed marmalade.

You making this up?

It's like something out of
"The Godfather."

Well, I'm not sure
the mafia have much business

in Whitstable.

-No.
-What was he doing here?

He's the estate agent.

There's gonna be a long list
of suspects then.

No forced entry?

-No.
-Nothing taken?

It doesn't look like it.

What about the CCTV?

Well, state of the art system,
cameras everywhere but...

-But they were switched off.
-Yeah.

So whatever Marcus Devlin
was doing here,

he didn't want anyone knowing.

And whoever tried to k*ll him
was invited in.

I've got a client
arriving in a minute.

Oh, I thought you said
you'd stop all this for a while.

No, I said I'd think about it.

Mm.

Yeah, I meant to ask you
about these.

Did I make that?

No, I don't think so.

Where did you find them?

Vinnie's house.

There's a key for ours and one
for somewhere else.

Why is there a key for ours
at Vinnie's?

It's just a spare
in case we get locked out.

-Mm.

I'll get it.

Jinty, how are you?

It's Pearl I'm after.

Here we go.

It was just put through
the letterbox, no name, nothing.

£5000, Pearl.

It might be a gift,
or it might be a curse.

Do you think I should take it
to the police?

No chance.

Well, if someone's being
generous, then maybe not,

but then it could be a scam.

Someone might knock, say they
made a mistake, wrong house,

and then make out
there's £500 missing.

Who's gone missing?

She's a bit deaf.

Aren't you, Jinty?

Alright, I'm not deaf.

You know, it's funny 'cause
yesterday somebody told me that

Donny Morgan was given a load
of money to buy a fishing boat.

Well, what would you
like me to do, Jinty?

What's that?

What would you like Pearl to do?

Will you stop shouting, Dolly?

You're like a bloody foghorn
over there.

I was just hoping you could
find out who did it

so I could get it back to them.

Or -- or to say thank you.

Well, I'll do my best, Jinty.

Hearing test?

Yes, I had a test
when I got the hearing aid.

How's your Sidney doing?

Oh, he's not good, Dolly.

His lungs are shot.
He can't get the breath.

Here, let...

I'm all right.

I've got a hearing aid.
I can still walk.

Mum, you've got a visitor.

-Oh.
-Ms. Nolan.

What are you doing here?

Yes, I'm fine,
thank you, yeah.

Sorry.

I'm just checking in.

And I, uh...

Well, I just wanted
to see how you are.

I'm good. You?

I meant after your near fatal
run-in with a drug dealer

and all that holding your head
underwater business.

Well, like I said, I'm good.

I'm fine, really.

But thanks for asking.
I appreciate it.

What's all this I heard
about Marcus Devlin?

Finally choked on his
inflated ego, did he?

How do you know about that?

Well, it's Whitstable.

Found unconscious with
a mouth full of marmalade.

Artisanal preserve no less.

Ongoing investigation,
so I can't talk about it.

Well, it's a classic
sex game gone wrong, isn't it?

You know, orange in the mouth,
belt round the neck,

but didn't have an orange so
marmalade's the next best thing.

This is a serious
incident, you know.

Well, he's a DFL
and an estate agent, so...

DFL, remind me?

-Down From London.
-Oh, yeah, that's it.

Pratts. Like you.

Be all right though, won't he?

Devlin? Nah.

Stress led to a heart attack
in the ambulance.

They've put him in
a medically induced coma.

Oh, I heard it was just a prank.

Attempted m*rder.

Well, I assume you're talking
to Joseph Conroy.

He's a builder.

Him and Devlin have been
flipping property for years,

pricing out locals.

I'm not sure how legit
it all is.

-I'll look into it.
-Yeah, you should.

'Cause they've pissed a lot
of people off round here.

And what about you?

Any new cases I need
to worry about?

Maybe.

Whenever I use a contractor,

the least I expect
is that e-mails

should be at least acknowledged
the same day, Ms. Nolan.

It took you 48 hours
to get back to me.

Sorry. Last week was busy.

Uh, shoes off, please.
I've just had the floors done.

Actually, uh, no point.
It's over here you need to see.

Excuse me.

So, the recycling bin is always
on the left,

the main bin on the right.

When we got down here
on Friday afternoon,

they were the other way around.

It was Hero who spotted it.

Is that your dog?

My son.

Right.

It's obviously some kind
of intimidatory

psychological tactic
from a disgruntled local,

so I want you to look into it.

I was thinking on
a no-win-no-fee basis.

The floor's all finished,
Mrs. Marston.

Shoes.

Devlin's mum and dad
have been his only visitors,

and I've been looking
into this Joseph Conroy.

-Anything?
-Conroy built the house

we found Devlin in.

Could have kept the key.

And it seems he's
won every tender

that Devlin's put his way.

So he had opportunity,
but no motive?

Every tender until now.

Devlin just gave a full
million pound contract

to a new firm in Broadstairs.

Right, we'll have a word
with him after this.

Go on.

Going through Mr. Devlin's
phone records, Ms. Hurst,

you exchanged two calls
with him last night,

before the attack.

Yeah.
I was on a viewing.

He was showing me a house.

He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

You seem very concerned, Emily.

Well, yeah, I saw him
yesterday, so...

On a viewing.

You're a student
at Canterbury Uni,

and you work part-time
at a takeaway in Tankerton.

-Yeah.
-And you're house hunting?

I mean, five bedrooms,
three en suite

and an asking price
of £2.3 million.

Interrupt me
anytime you like here.

I'm studying
interior architecture,

so I like to go and view
high-end properties,

get inspiration.

And what time were you there?

About 5:00.

Looked around, then went home.

Who do I ask
to confirm that?

Well, me.

I live alone.

You do this a lot?

I mean, your number appears
a fair bit on his phone.

He's shown me a few, yeah.

And he knew you had
no intention of buying?

He likes showing off.

Especially to a young woman.

And did you see him
on other occasions?

Socially or...

No.

And you never felt threatened,
alone, on these viewings?

I'm a woman.

I feel threatened all the time.

Mum, why is the
restaurant full of pensioners?

Is that Donny Morgan?

Seems like him and Jinty
aren't the only ones.

Oh, I-I put a post on
the community Facebook page.

I've spent it already.
Double glazed the whole house.

Well, how much did you get?

I got £5,000.

So you got money to get your van
repaired, is that right?



And there's your boat, Donny?

I couldn't believe it.

An anonymous benefactor.

See, it says he has
to call the boat

"Marion" after my dear
departed wife.

Well, that's weird, isn't it?

Yeah, thanks, Mum.
I think I can handle it.

And what about you, Monica?

Oh, my care home.

I know it's expensive,
and my daughter

won't tell me
how we can afford it.

It's bad luck to rename a boat.

And you think
someone else is paying?

I don't know, but maybe.

And look at Edith Stan.

She and Bill have just
come back from the Canaries.

Bill said he won it
on the horses,

but he's a terrible liar,
isn't he?

Right, so, we've got
a secret millionaire in town.

A what?

A secret millionaire, Jinty.

You need to turn it up a bit.

And listen, I could do
with a facelift.

So, uh, if you find him,
give us a shout, yeah?

Okay, I need to get
all these details down,

so, uh, why don't you make
everyone a cup of tea, yeah?

Right.

You ought to get yourself a gaff
like this, boss.

Nah, not if it doesn't have
a fancy trouser press

like the one in my hotel room.

How you doing, mate?

We're here to speak
to your governor.

Wait here.
I'll go and get him for you.

Shocking news.
Proper upset when I heard.

Yeah, I bet you were.

-So, what is it you want?

We've just heard...

Can he give us a minute?

We're on a penalty clause
program here.

So no. Sorry, mate.

Tell us about the tender
you lost.

Oh, here we go.

Oi!

Give us a few minutes, yeah?

Okay.

Penalty clause program
or not, turn it off.

You were saying?

That Devlin's a right
piece of work.

Meaning?

He tried to shaft me,
so I walked away.

Cut me out the last one,

got some Poles in
to do it for cost

so they could
keep in with him.

Big contract to lose.

I've plenty of other work,

so don't go worrying
about me, darling.

Still, must have pissed you off

after all that work
he's given you over the years.

I know what you're thinking,
but come on.

Why would I try and k*ll him?
It don't gain me nothing.

Well, people aren't always in
the most rational frame of mind

when they do
these things, are they?

Devlin was involved
with a lot of dodgy people.

The scum who invest
in his developments

can drum up
millions in a heartbeat.

They're, uh, well,
how do you put it?

Very organized.

You're sniffing 'round
the wrong tree, mate.

Where were you last night?

I was in the golf club bar
drinking my winnings.

Very good CCTV in there.

We installed it
when we did the refurb.

You can carry on, Robbie.

-Go on, get a move on.

It's all right, Monica.
I get paid to do this.

Oh, there's Kane
and Dimitri for me.

-Hello.
-Oh, hello again.

Oh, hi.
Just picking up my nan.

She's a bit fierce,
isn't she?

My nan?

No, little Miss Perfect
from this morning, Fi Marston.

Ah, tell me about it.

She wants everything
to be done yesterday.

Mind you, she gets me a load
of work with all the posh mums.

Mm.

Can I ask you a question about
your nan's care home costs?

What about them?

Well, she thinks that
a stranger's paying for it.

Yeah, but she can't
find out who it is.

Oh, you know who it is?

Me.

It means a 60 hour week,
but it's worth it.

She'd hate it if she found out.

She keeps on going on about me
and Dimitri buying a flat.

Why do you ask us about that?

Oh, it seems Whitstable's got
some mysterious benefactor,

and, uh, Monica thought
she was one of the lucky ones.

Nah, sorry.

No worries.
Keeping Mum busy.

Come on, Nana.

Mum, what you doing
with my book?

-See you, Monica. Take care.
-See you later.

All right. Yeah.
Cheers.

Everything all right?

We need to speak
to Emily Hurst again.

Right.

Just looking at all this
secret millionaire stuff.

What do you know about
Jinty's husband?

Sid? Poor soul.
He's got asbestosis.

Given him months.

Do you know where he got it?

He worked for Conroy,
and they reckon

there was loads of asbestos
when they cleared

the old factory site
to build the new houses.

No health and safety back then.

Well, I think there was.

Nice car.

Why didn't you tell us
that you were in a relationship

with Devlin?

What makes you say that?

We've been
in his computer.

The e-mail exchanges.

Ones with the pictures.

You have no right
to look at them.

When we're investigating
attempted m*rder,

we have every right.

So?

I -- I just...

I didn't think it was relevant.

Everything is relevant until
we decide otherwise, all right?

How long's it been going on?

Couple of months.

It's just a bit of fun.

Oh, for both of you?

It's a nice place
you've got here.

Very fancy.

That your car out there?

Student loan and a part-time job
at a takeaway.

Come on, Emily.

Did Devlin pay for all this?

Marcus liked to treat me.

Quid pro quo?

You can't talk to me like that.

I'm just trying to understand
the dynamics

of your relationship
with him, that's all.

Well, if he wants
to spoil me then so what?

I'm not gonna refuse.

Maybe he thought you were
taking him for a ride.

Did he start to cut back
on the generosity?

No?

You weren't just trying
to scare him?

You knew he was a diabetic,
made it out to be

some kind of game,
but it went wrong.

-Is that what happened?
No!

He was fine when I left.
I told you that.

And I'm just supposed to take
your word for that, am I?

Something's not right
about any of this.

Doing my head in.

Yeah, I can tell.

Any plans tonight?

Oh, I don't know.

See what the meal deal
at the petrol station

is and stare at the wall
until I'm less annoyed.

Think you've been doing that
a bit too much recently, boss.

I'll leave these with you,
okay?

Twice in one day.

Petrol station was out
of sausage rolls.

How was your skate?

Really good, yeah.

You're busy tonight.

Oh, it's Dolly's night off
so I'm running the floor.

Looks like Ruby's
doing all the running.

Hiya.

She doing okay?

Yeah, brilliant.

I mean, I was worried about her
after everything,

but I think she's just
one of those people,

whatever she's doing,
she's doing it 100%.

Even the bad stuff.

Exactly.

Any, uh, progress on
the Marcus Devlin case?

No, nothing.

God, it's a --
it's a strange one.

No forensics, no leads.

Yeah.
What about you?

Any cheating husbands?

Well,
I've got a second homer

who's had her bins
interfered with.

That a euphemism?

Mm. And, uh...

...this.

Someone seems to be
going 'round

Whitstable secretly
giving away thousands.

-What?
-I know.

-Why?
-Well, from what I can see,

it seems like a lot
of the people

who have benefited
have been screwed over

by Whitstable's G*ntrification
one way or another.

Was someone making amends?

Well, I did wonder that.

A few of them are connected
to Joseph Conroy

and his dad before him.

-No, he doesn't seem the sort.
-No.

And anyway, some of them
have got nothing to do with it,

like Donny Morgan
and his boat.

So it's not
a guilty property developer.

I've just persuaded table
four to go for a bottle

of the 87 Montagne.

Ooh.

Oh, Charlie, can you chase up
starters with table 8

and tell Chef that table 12
loved the lobster.

-Sure, no problem.
-Thanks.

Well, Ms. Nolan,
you ever fancy a career

in C.I.D., don't bother.

What do you mean?

I don't think it's a friendly
local millionaire.

I reckon you've got a Robin Hood
on your hands.

There's Robin.

And he wants the boat
called Marion.

Really? Do you think?

Well, I think he wants
to leave clues.

Doesn't make him any easier
to find but, well,

it's kind of an explanation.

What, he's stealing
from the rich?

Might be.

I think that deserves a beer,
Sherlock.

Hang on a sec.

Do you, uh...
do you know her?

Yeah, that's Emily.
It's Conroy's daughter.

-Emily Hurst?
-Yeah.

She took her mum's maiden name

after their mud-slinging
divorce.

Why you asking?

No reason.
We spoke to Conroy.

I understand why she'd
take her mum's name.

Mm.

It's a nice place
you've got here.

Hm. Yeah, maybe we could do
with a few more

sausage rolls on the menu.

Well, always room
for improvement.

Are you not much of a cook?

Mm, not really, no.

What about your wife?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
She liked to cook.

She died.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Uh, so, uh, what's --
what's the damage?

Oh, it's on the house.

Are you sure?

Don't tell the boss.

Where you going?

Hairdressers.
See you later.

No, he won't like his daughter
seeing someone like Devlin.

Well, I hate to rain on your
parade, but his alibi is solid.

Yeah, well it doesn't mean
that he didn't get

one of the boys to do it.

Yeah.

Pearl.

Was anything taken
at the Devlin scene?

No.

I was just thinking about your
Robin Hood theory,

you know, rich folks house,
plenty to steal.

No, I...

I can't help you, sorry.

-Ms. Nolan.
-I've got to go.

Did you get my e-mail
about my friend Abigail's

scratched surfboard?

The vintage one they keep down
the side of their house.

So, it's not just me,
it's looking like,

I don't know, a hate campaign.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

So, chop-chop, Pearl,
if you don't mind.

Hello? Yes.

Well, yes, that's what
I asked you to do.

Is he in?

-Uh, wait there, I'll check.
-Nah, nah, nah.

I found out she was seeing him.

Must have pissed you off.

Course it did.

So what was it then?
Just some kind of warning?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, come on, Joseph.

Man like Devlin
and your little girl.

-She's a grown woman.
-She's still your daughter.

Yeah, well it don't feel
like it.

My ex won't speak to me.

Emily won't speak to me.

And if I ever want
her to change,

I need to not judge her
or stop her living her life.

You got kids?

-No.
-Married?

We're not here to talk about me.

Oh, I took it
all for granted.

Now I just work every hour,

go home, watch TV,

then back to work.

The minute Emily was born,
I worried about her.

That never goes.

So you'd do anything
to protect her?

If I thought she needed it,
then yeah, any father would.

But I respect her.

I don't want her seeing
someone like him.

But it's not up to me.

I'm done judging.

It's her life.

He talks a good game.

Yeah. As much as I hate to say
it, I believe him.

Yeah, well,
it might be his guilt

that's getting him
all dewy-eyed.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe we're just
missing something.

Like what?

Well, motive.

Not just the k*lling.

I get that Conroy
might be a good fit,

but why try to k*ll him
in such a weird way?

Yeah.

It's too intimate.

Well, Emily and Devlin
were intimate enough.

Yeah, but unlike her old man,
she hasn't got motive.

Who else was Devlin
intimate with?

Anyone?

Well, we checked.

No recent exes, no dating apps,
no mysterious texts.

Well, maybe the crime and the
motive aren't directly linked.

I don't know what you mean.

Let's go back to the scene.
I want to check something.

Something Pearl Nolan said.

The local busy-body?

You're taking advice
from amateurs now?

Well, what if it was
a robbery, hm?

Well, we checked
with the owners.

The valuable stuff is all here.

That's it.

Hello.

So I was right?

Or it could have been sold
after the pictures were taken.

Or the glass might have
got broken.

It's a line of enquiry.

Hm. I preferred it
when I was right.

That's the gallery.

-Houlihans Hardware?
-Hm.

They thought it'd be cool
to keep the name.

Jesus.

I know.

More DFL smart-arsery.

Oh, hello.

Hi. It's Dimitri, isn't it?

How can I help?

What can you tell us about this
painting in this picture?

Oh, it's a Gregory Wolfe print.

We sold it to them.

How much?

Uh, it was £8,000 I think.

So worth stealing?

No.

Uh, well, what I mean is
the Jacksons own a lot of art.

If it was me, I would steal
the 30k Lynn Chadwick Maquette

or the £90,000
Bruno Munari painting.

Right.
Thanks for your time.

No problem.

That's not Dolly, is it?

It's an iconic
Whitstable image.

Flash and Dolly
at the tug-of-w*r.

Is that your dad?

Yep.

Really?
I did not know that.

Flash?

His name was Harry.

See ya.

Bloody hell.
Are our cases linked?

Is my Robin Hood an art thief?

What, and not take the most
valuable artworks?

Well, only if you know
what they're worth.

Then why not take more?

And then there's a bizarre
m*rder attempt.

How does that fit?

All right, you made your point.

What happened to you?

I thought you went
to the hairdressers.

Oh.
I was a week early.

I've got a memory
like a sieve these days.

What?

Um, Charlie, can you help me
set up a table for 12, please?

Certainly can, Rubes.

Did you just call me Rubes?

Yeah. Do you like it?

Oh, hello.

I know it's late, but I just
wanted to let you know

that we found
the Gregory Wolf print.

-Oh, great. Where?
-At the house.

-What?
-Wrapped up.

Well, why was it wrapped up?

Just back from the framers
it looks like.

We're checking with
the owners, but...

Do you want a beer?

Yeah, thanks.

Uh, no, actually, uh,
something stronger?

Vodka?

Perfect. Suits my mood.

Yeah, if it's any consolation,

we're nowhere
on the Devlin case.

Mm.

There you go.

Thanks.

To dead ends.

Dead ends.

Ooh.

Haven't had one of them
for years.

-Put hairs on your chest.
-Yeah.

I used to nick it out of
the cupboard when I was little.

And then top it up with water.

Yep. Yep. Forgotten that.

I've caught Charlie doing that
at home.

Well, at least
the next generation

-are carrying on the tradition.

Yeah, used to do it
with gin, too.

My poor mum. She had
no idea I was nicking it.

What?

Well, it looks like Vodka.

Until you drink it you've got
no way of knowing it's not.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

Yeah, like the print.

It's lost, then it's found,
then it's wrapped up.

Come on, I mean,
if I get your application

as a private investigator,

I'm gonna put it
straight in the bin.

Go on.

Well, maybe the reason
that there's been no significant

burglaries and nothing reported stolen

is because no one knows
anything's missing.

-Like the vodka.
-Exactly, like the vodka.

So maybe the Gregory Wolfe print
is a replacement.

It's a forgery.

Yeah.

Are you sure it wasn't
just re-framed?

Well, maybe,
but we need to be sure.

It looks like to original to me.

Yeah, but the original's
a copy anyway, isn't it?

It's a print.

I wouldn't call it a copy.

It has a distinct quality
to the surface

from the giclee process.

This has that quality.

These numbers and the signature,
they're in pencil, right?

-Yes.
-Have you got a rubber?

Oh, so if you rub it out,
it's an original.

Uh, yes, but if
you rub off the signature,

it's worthless,
so please do not try this.

I'm going to get this back
in its frame.

No, don't! Are you crazy?!

It's a copy.

If you were gonna steal
a picture from that house,

how would you do it?

I wouldn't go in
the front. It's too visible.

Probably over that fence,
'round the back.

Why?

Well, how would you get over?

Is this your bin woman?

Shoes off,
if you don't mind.

I'm glad you brought
in the professionals, finally.

Yeah, we think
you might have been robbed.

Really?
Why would you think that?

You got a rubber?

He means a pencil rubber.

They moved the bins so they
can get 'round the back.

They probably know
you're not here in the week.

Then they take the print
and replace it with a copy.

If that signature was real,
it would have rubbed off.

But there was no break-in.

Who's got keys?

Goodness.

Yvonne and Magda, the gardeners,
but they're this week.

Tommy Grainger,
who does maintenance.

Anyone else had access
to the house?

Kane Bishop.

He does all the second homers'
floors so he can case them,

and then his boyfriend knows
exactly which prints to take.

-And has a copy.
-Mm-hmm.

Look.

Dimitri must know
we're on to them.

Let's follow them. They might
have a lock-up or something.

I'm worried, Kane.

It'll be okay.

Stop them.
Arrest them.

Hang on.
Let's let this play out.

Let's get the car.

It's not exactly
high-speed pursuit, is it?

It's called surveillance.

Nikki.

Guv, I'm at
the hospital with Devlin.

He just told me what happened.

He had a hypoglycemic attack.
He caught them --

Yeah, two males, 20s,
IC1 and IC3.

In pursuit now heading
to Ramsgate Harbour.

Send back up.

Yes, guv.

Look, that's them.

They must have the prints
on a boat somewhere here.

They're making a run for it.
Come.

Right, you go that way.
I'll go this way.

I only have to call out.

Look, I know it was you stealing
the original artwork.

You've got access to all
the second homes,

and you know when they're empty,
and your nan's care home fees,

they're way beyond
your means, Kane.

And you've got connections
to all the copy printing people,

and you know
how to shift the originals.

You're Whitstable, aren't you?
Like me and my nan.

They come down from London
and take what they want

and do what they like.

If I stop paying, my nan will
get moved to a council home

anywhere in Kent.

I can't let that happen.

Sid Stevens, he's doing
an honest days work

for Conroy,
and it's k*lling him.

I'm just trying to help
a few folks, that's all.

Look, I get it.

No one knew.

No one got hurt, and no one
could tell the difference.

But someone did get hurt.

He wasn't supposed to be there.

We tied him up because
he was attacking us.

He was raging, then things
started to get all weird.

He was mumbling,
saying that he needed sugar.

It was us who called
the ambulance.

We stayed with him till
they got there, then we ran.

We were just trying to do
something good.

Kane, get the rope.

Come on, let's go.
Come on.

Let me go.

Turn the engine off.
Out of the boat.

You're nicked.

-All right?
-Hello.

I just wanted to
drop this off for you.

You did good.

Oh, cheers.

You did good yourself.

Do you want to come in?
I'm having some wine.

I better not, nah.

Need a clear head get the full
SB on our Robin Hoods

in the morning.

Okay.

Maybe another time.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Earlier at the marina,
were you gonna let them go?

What about Thursday?

What about it?

The other time.

What, like a date?

Well...

I don't know.

No, I suppose it wouldn't
be on a Thursday, would it?

'Cause that's a school night.

Yeah.

Is that a yes?

All right, well, uh, night.

See ya.

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