Pierre (2026) s01e06 Episode Script

1
You've not returned my calls.
I'm doing all that I can.
VOICE MESSAGE: I have urgent
information regarding Mark Tanner.
Whoa. It's just a small thing
I need to take care of.
Any funny business
and I'm out of there.
HE GRUNTS Whoa!
I'll send you them, mate,
hand myself in, give you the phone.
You just make sure
I get a plea for manslaughter.
Well, if he contacts you again,
let me know.
I don't want any more
bloody heroics.
I don't feel very heroic.
That's not Granger.
Your mate Ronnie. Yeah.
He ain't what you think.
To my oldest and greatest friend,
Pierre Joseph Jeffreys.
I've never seen that one.
Is that Ronnie?
I was going to bring it tonight,
but I just totally forgot.
What is all this in aid of, Pierre,
this field trip down memory lane
in the middle of the night?
Are you going to share with me
whatever it is that's bugging you?
What do you make of him?
Ronnie.
As long as I've known you,
you've never asked me that question.
So?
I think he's great.
He loves you, he adores Eli.
Gets a bit much sometimes.
That's all part of the Ronnie charm.
How come you're asking me this now?
No reason. Pierre.
It's probably nothing.
What's he done?
I don't know yet.
I think you do. Cee, come on.
Is it serious?
No.
I mean
I don't know.
Then come to bed.
Come on.
PHONE BUZZING
DCI Craig, hi. Granger showed up.
Did he have the phone?
No sign of the phone.
Well, at least we got
his testimony, right?
Granger won't be saying anything.
We got a tip-off and found him dead
in a lock-up.
Looks like a heroin overdose.
SIREN WAILS
I'm sorry. I've got to go.
HE SIGHS HEAVILY
DOOR CLICKING
What are you doing loitering?
Miriam's been arrested again.
Let me guess. Uh, shoplifting?
She scratched the arresting officer.
Oof! Should we call Pierre?
For what?
You're on call. It's your case.
This could be my first
to lead in court, though.
First time for everything, Daniel.
Off you go.
Ron! Oh! What?
Sorry to disturb your preparations.
Oh, my putting's
been atrocious all year.
I've got the yips.
Oh, look at all this lovely mint.
I've been making some
banging mojitos.
You'll have to try one
when you're back on the sauce. Here.
You've never been much
of a gardener, have you?
Celeste is the one
with the green fingers, Ron, not me.
When I hang them all up,
this is me
pottering around the garden.
You're still banging on about
all that retirement bollocks.
We've done our shift,
all the sacrifices,
weekends working.
No. Now it's time for us
to sit back and enjoy what we got.
What is it? I always know
when it's something.
You told me you didn't really
keep in touch with Jimmy Vale.
I can see what you're thinking.
And when I asked you about
Mark Tanner,
you said you didn't really know him.
I said I knew who he was.
You said you'd heard of him.
Not that you were drinking champagne
with his uncle,
arm in arm at his christening.
Look, half the officers in West
London were invited to that. OK?
He was an arsehole.
And I'm embarrassed that I knew him.
But you used to go to those things
because you knew top brass
was going to be there.
You and Vale look really cosy
in that photo.
What do you expect me to do,
have a scowl on my face?
That's how you got ahead
in those days.
By networking with scumbags?
Look, did you ever defend a murderer
or a nonce?
That's totally different, Ron. No.
You do things in work that you
don't like, it's part of the job.
Look, I have an obligation
to defend people.
That's the law.
I have zero obligation
to drink champagne
with a bunch of racists.
What do you want me to do? OK.
I knew what your reaction would be
if I told you I knew him,
and it's exactly how
you're reacting now.
Did I have my suspicions
about Tanner?
Yes, of course I did.
But did I have any evidence? No.
I would do anything for you.
Anything.
But I'm a serving police officer.
I can't just start
sharing wild theories
about colleagues or ex-colleagues,
no matter how much
I think they're pricks.
Hang on, hang on.
Did you know that Jimmy Vale
arranged the attack on Eli?
Not exactly, no.
What the fuck does that mean, Ron?
You don't have to be psychic
to realise
that if you're poking around
Jimmy Vale's nephew
and someone has a pop at Eli,
then Jimmy Vale
is probably behind it.
Yeah, but I didn't know that Vale and
Tanner were related then, you did.
So why didn't you do
something about it? Like what?
Oh, gee, Ron, let me think.
I don't know, you're the police,
investigate it!
Fuck you! You do not realise
how dangerous Vale was.
I think I do, Ron.
He attacked my son.
Yeah, and my daughter
was with him, right?
What happens
if something happened to Shell?
Your obsession
has put my daughter in danger
and I'm struggling big time
to forgive you for that.
Sorry, all right.
It's emotional for me too. Clearly.
I can't bring Michael back, Pierre.
We all know that this was Granger.
It's only a matter of time
before we find him.
And when we do,
we've got the DNA evidence
to nail that bastard.
Granger's dead.
Craig told me before I got here.
Heroin overdose.
Oh, good. Problem solved.
I hope the bastard rots in hell.
So what more justice
do you need, Pierre?
Why are you putting
our families in danger?
Michael's aunt doesn't
want him remembered as a drug dealer.
The kid doesn't deserve that legacy.
No, no, no, no, I understand that.
I get it. But we've got
our own families to look after.
I love you,
but you need to let this go
before someone we love gets hurt,
like proper hurt.
HE GROANS
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
PHONE RINGING
Hello. Alecia, hi.
Listen, we need to get a hold
of Mark Tanner's phone.
On what grounds?
I believe it may have messages on it
evidencing him planting drugs
on Michael Felton.
It's a long shot, I know,
but file the request anyway, please.
Charlotte made an application
for discovery
of a police officer's
private property in the Mann case.
Ask for her help if you need it.
Straight away on this one, please.
Yep. All right, on it.
Thank you.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
Is Pierre OK?
I heard he was unwell.
I'm praying for him.
I'll pass that on for you.
But, Miriam, let's talk about this.
Let's talk about what happens next.
I know, plead guilty,
accept the fine.
Don't reoffend.
You drew blood close to his eye.
It's not going to be
that straightforward
this time around.
You see, you're being accused
of assaulting an emergency worker.
OK? It's a much more
serious offence.
And because you've got form,
they may very well
not grant you bail.
The police are ready
to interview you,
and they probably will
charge you straight afterwards.
You'll be sent to court
this afternoon in custody.
Then I go home?
If you plead not guilty,
the magistrates
will set a trial date.
And then they'll decide
whether or not
you can be released
in the meantime.
But if you plead guilty
there's a strong possibility
of a custodial sentence.
I can't go to prison.
No. No. No. No!
Miriam, I need I need you
to hold it together.
It's Pierre I want, not you.
He's not coming.
He's not coming. I need Pierre!
He can't come, all right?
But listen to me, you've got me,
and I'm gonna do everything I can,
I promise you.
Now, tell me,
what do you want me to do?
Fancy a posh coffee?
I would, but, um
What, you're running around
when you should be resting?
Actually, I've got
a diabetes class, so
Right. Listen
Pierre, um
Look, I know this is the worst time,
what with your health
and everything,
and Michael Felton, but, uh
I'm leaving.
Leaving?
David's firm has offered me a job,
and I've accepted it.
What is it? A lot of tax,
a bit of employment law.
When? A couple of months.
Although, you know,
obviously I can take
Why? Why?
Better hours, better pay, more
respect. What do you mean, why?
Don't look at me like that.
We founded this place, Charlie,
me and you, from the ground up
to make a difference.
Yeah, I know that.
And I know you still care.
Yeah, but I can't do this anymore.
Do you want to see me beg?
Oh, look, just behave.
Is that what you want?
How many chances have I given you
just to sort yourself out
and respect me for
I will change! Come on!
I know you won't!
Michael, Miriam, Amir,
you will always
put these people first.
Those people need our help.
Is that such a bad thing?
Well, for you, no. It's our job.
No, it's your job. It's what
you've always been good at.
I'm just a bean counter.
No, you're better than that!
You belong here. Pierre.
No, no, I'm not listening.
I'm not listening. No, Pierre.
Look, I'm going to my diabetes class.
You are not leaving.
No, I am. No, you're not.
Oh, for shit's sake!
MUFFLED CHATTER
HE BREATHES DEEPLY
PHONE BUZZING
Hiya. Leesh.
I'm shitting myself. Where are you?
Why is there an echo?
I'm in the toilets.
Are you actually shitting yourself?
No, I'm hiding in the toilets
because I'm shitting myself.
I ain't been in yet.
Miriam's due here any sec
but the magistrates
are hearing her case.
So what are you doing in the toilet?
I'm scared, all right.
You want me to say it? I'm scared.
It's my first lead case in court,
and I'm scared.
So, go on, have a good laugh.
I'm not laughing.
Alecia, You should have
seen her face, mate,
when I mentioned
she could get a custodial sentence.
She looked terrified.
I don't reckon she can cope.
What if I let her down?
Listen to me,
you're a good solicitor, OK?
You can do this.
You reckon?
Yes. Believe in yourself.
OK. Yeah, I will. Thanks.
You're welcome.
Now piss off.
HE SIGHS HEAVILY
Sometimes it's hard
to maintain good intentions.
The question is, when old habits
are years in the making,
how do we form healthy ones?
See you all next week.
You, um
You got time for a cup of tea?
Thank you, Danny. See,
I told you you'd be fine with me.
Your first court case alone, right?
That obvious?
You remind me of my son.
He's about your age.
I didn't know you had a son, Miriam.
And a daughter. Both grown up
living their lives somewhere.
You couldn't give me a lift home?
I I don't have a car.
But it would be my very great honour
to escort you by bus.
Oh. Madam?
Thank you, kind sir.
HE CHUCKLES
When I asked you if there
was anything
you needed to tell me about Ronnie
you didn't say anything.
But there was something
you wanted to tell me, wasn't there?
But you weren't ready to hear it.
Well, I'm listening now.
Are you ready to HEAR, Pierre?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
It's like a game to them.
25 points for a confession.
15 if we cry, 10 if we plead.
Whoever got the most points wins.
Confession? Mm, burglaries,
muggings, you name it.
Whatever was on their slate
that they wanted to clear.
"Get on your knees, black boy.
Get on your fucking knees!"
"You gonna cry now?"
"Does it hurt?"
"You don't know what pain is."
"But you will."
I skipped from one corner
of that room to the other.
The floor was cold.
I smelt bleach.
Like it had just been cleaned.
No, not bleach.
Disinfectant.
Yes. Pain was unbelievable.
I was writhing in the corner
like a snake.
I had blood filling up in my mouth.
I was trying so hard to breathe
as every single one
of their punches landed on me.
They put a plastic bag over my head.
Tightening it on the back.
Again, I couldn't breathe.
It was suffocating me.
I thought, that's it,
they're gonna kill me.
I'm gonna die.
Then they started on my knees.
Kicking, stamping.
It was like they knew
I had just turned pro for Spurs
and they wanted to fuck that for me!
And they did.
My one true chance to be someone.
They took it away.
But then I was confessing
to every bullshit charge they had.
They didn't care
that I was innocent.
Neither did I.
Even though I was.
I just didn't
I just didn't want
that bag over my head again.
I just wanted him to stop.
Ronnie?
I was wondering when
you were gonna ask me about him.
Was he there?
Yeah, Pierre.
He was there.
Are you sure?
I saw him. Your bro, your mate.
So
what are you gonna do, Pierre? Hm?
What's the plan?
What is it you think you can do?
MUSIC PLAYING
Fancy seeing you here.
Fancy a drink?
Well, it's my local.
Same again, please, Teri.
What do you want?
Uh, lime and soda, please. Crisps?
Uh, no, probably best not,
with your condition.
Thank you.
Your, um
Uncle Jimmy drink in here?
Sometimes he does, yes.
Sorry to hear about your cousin.
Not breaking any news to you, am I?
My sergeant told me.
But to be completely
honest with you,
he's my cousin by marriage.
I barely knew him. Well enough
to give him money, though.
Jase was an addict,
and I know you're not supposed
to enable.
But, all said and done,
he was family.
I met him. I heard.
He told me that you planted
those drugs on Michael.
Why would I do that? I don't know,
misplaced family loyalty.
Only it would appear that some family
are more important to
Uncle Jimmy than others.
That's why Jason got killed
to protect you.
HE LAUGHS
Who do you think we are, the Mafia?
It was a heroin overdose.
It's convenient, though.
Not for Jase.
It's a shame, though, innit?
I mean,
if you'd have got Jason on record,
he'd have been considered
a very reliable witness.
But what if
What if there was
some other evidence?
I don't know,
something on Jason's phone,
talking about this with someone.
Or even better, discussing it
with the people involved.
Jason's phone went missing.
See, that's the thing
with police work.
Nine times out of ten,
it's clear as day who did it.
And then some slimy solicitor
turns up giving it the,
"Where's your evidence?"
And if you haven't got it,
you got to let 'em go.
Good old British justice, eh?
It's a new phone.
My old one got lifted last week.
I'd had a few too many bevvies,
took my eye off it.
My fault.
It's probably halfway to China
by now.
I had to wipe it. And you know what,
I hadn't backed it up.
Lost my contacts, messages, everything.
Real pain.
Why are you so important
to your uncle?
What's he got in mind for you?
Don't know. He just wants to know
that the future of the police
is in safe hands.
That's you, is it?
Well, it's people like me.
People with my values.
And let me guess,
those values don't include
black or brown people.
I don't care what you look like,
who you're shagging, any of that.
As long as you abide
by our way of life.
And what is
"our way of life" exactly?
Integration, pride in the flag,
learning the language,
freedom of speech.
It's not much to ask for.
But I just want to bring back
a country
where people feel safe
to walk home at night.
I hate to break it to you, Mark,
but people stopped feeling safe
walking home late at night
a long time ago.
Mainly because of your lot.
Are you gonna judge us all
because of a few psychos?
Well, it's not just
a few psychos, though, is it?
All right, you tell me this.
When you and your mates get mugged,
who are you gonna call?
Apparently your Uncle Jimmy.
He's the one arranging them.
Freedom of speech! You, my son,
are an old-fashioned racist.
You call me son again,
I'll call you my fucking boy!
Yeah, go on.
All those primal feelings
you got raging inside,
let them out.
Can your heart not take it?
You're not gonna win.
There's more of me
than there are of you.
And when I say me,
I ain't talking skin colour either.
I'm talking about people who believe
in, and call me old-fashioned,
proper British values.
Community, diversity,
respect, acceptance, tolerance.
Is this a John Lewis
fucking Christmas ad?
People like Michael and his aunt,
whose boots you and that scumbag
uncle of yours aren't fit to lick!
You talk about values.
Your uncle is a ten-a-penny thief
taking backhanders
to pay for his villa in Spain,
a country whose language he can't
even be bothered to fucking learn.
Fuck you
My Uncle Jimmy
sends his best to your mate Ronnie,
remembers him from back in the day.
He said he was a smug little prick
even back then.
Did what he was told though.
You know what?
This place could be really great.
Just needs a bit more imagination.
PHONE BEEPS
What are you doing?
Get off me! Get off me!
Help me!
ENGINE REVVING
HE PANTS
HE GROANS
Stop moving, please.
HE GROANS
HE PANTS
How many black boys have you
beat up down here, I wonder? Hey?
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
It's my turn, is it?
OK, OK, let's get it over
and done with.
Oh! Oh, shit. Shit. No!
No!
HE GROANS
Enough!
HE SCREAMS
HE COUGHS
Do you understand what's
happening, Pierre?
For what it's worth,
none of this was supposed to happen.
Not Michael, not your son,
none of it.
Be that as it may
PIERRE COUGHS
I know you think
you can get to us.
I'm sure you know by now
I can get to you
and your loved ones any time I want.
Now, if there's some way
of resolving this,
like you backing off, for instance,
leaving my family alone,
you protecting yours,
let's do it, hey?
Hey?
Go back to your job, Pierre,
look after the little people.
PIERRE GASPS
From what I hear,
you're blinding at it.
Respected.
You never know,
I might even
throw some work your way.
Now
I suggest
you have a long, hard
think about what I just said
and don't bother reporting it
because I have friends
who'll say I were 200 mile away
when you were grabbed.
This
This never happened.
Hm? Mm.
PIERRE GASPS
This is your last warning.
Ah!
DOOR CLOSES
HE GROANS
Ah! Ah.
HE GROANS
HE GROANS
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
PHONE RINGING
Alecia. I've looked into our options
about getting hold
of Tanner's phone.
There's no Are you all right?
There's there's no point.
There's no point.
Is it your heart again?
He got rid of
He got rid of the phone, OK?
He got rid of it. It's too late.
It's done.
What about the SIM card?
Did you not hear me, Alecia?
It's done. It's too late.
The phone is gone.
Fuck's sake. Yeah, you're scaring me.
Are you OK? I'm sorry. I'm fine.
I'm absolutely fine.
I'll call you later.
I want him to be remembered
for who he was,
Not how the police
want to paint him.
Listen, Brenda.
Nothing's going to happen to Tanner,
is it?
No. Hm.
Thank you for coming
to tell me in person.
There'll be an inquest
into Michael's death.
They'll name Granger as the killer.
But we're not going to get Tanner
even though we know
he planted drugs
we can't prove it.
And if you or anybody else says
that he did,
there's a good chance
that Tanner will sue you.
Maybe even get his federation
to back him.
And you won't win.
So, on top of everything else,
you'll probably end up
having to pay Mark Tanner money.
And that can't happen.
I let you down.
I made a promise
that I couldn't keep.
I wanted to clear Michael's name,
but
as always,
I'm out of my bloody depth.
Pierre, has something happened
to you?
HE SIGHS HEAVILY
We know who he is, Pierre.
And I've lived in this world,
I know how it goes.
We don't always get what we deserve.
But that's the history.
We have to keep fighting, yeah?
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It's OK.
This is your grief, not mine.
This is all our grief.
I don't own it.
Any time this happens to one of
our children, we are all grieving.
Trust me, I've cried plenty.
You're allowed tears too.
I should
I should probably go. OK.
Thank you.
BOYS CHATTING
Take the shot.
Eli and Shell are upstairs
and Pam's on the phone, so
I know I've let you down
and you're disappointed,
but I will make it up to you
no matter how long it takes,
I promise.
Do you remember Soloman Crosby?
He had dreadlocks back in the day.
Do you remember him?
He had trials to go pro. Spurs.
That's right, yeah.
He's a school caretaker. I remember.
Had you seen him elsewhere
before we saw him the other day
at the school.
Every now and again, yeah. Right.
He says he was arrested
by Jimmy Vale back when he was a PC.
Yeah. Said Vale took him
down the cells at Fenwick,
and, to put it mildly,
beat the shit out of him.
Vale was with another officer,
Neil Harmon.
I remember Neil.
He said they really
went to town on him.
Apparently it was just a game,
you know,
like whoever beats up
the most coons wins.
Mate He said everyone knew
what Vale was like.
So as soon as the beating started,
he just gave him everything.
He didn't even try to front it out,
confessed to some burglary
he hadn't even done.
Well, they all say that, don't they?
Have you spoken to him recently?
Today, actually. I mean,
it all ties in with the dates.
Vale was there and Harmon was there.
Yeah, well, I don't know
how to say it,
but Soloman's had his own issues
over the years.
He said that you were there.
He told me about the amount of blood
that was pouring out of his mouth,
about lying on a cold, hard floor
whilst they were
stamping on his knees
and putting a plastic bag
over his head.
Mate I mean, why would he lie
about something like that?
I'm not saying he is lying.
So you were there?
You saw what they did to him?
Just because he's not lying,
it doesn't make it reliable.
Well, why would you make
something like that up?
I'm just saying, you know
what witnesses are like.
You put an idea in their head and
Oh, no, Ron, Ron,
I didn't suggest you were there.
He saw me the other day.
I'm not saying what he said
Jimmy and Neil did didn't happen,
I'm just saying I was not there.
You told me you barely saw
Jimmy Vale once you graduated.
But you were at Fenwick with him
for six weeks.
I hated it,
and I put in for a transfer.
Were you in the room, Ron?
When they beat him like an animal.
When he was writhing around on
that floor begging for them to stop,
were you in the room?
You know me. You know me, mate.
Yeah, I know you.
And I know when you're lying.
I swear to you, I was not there.
Ron I swear.
Don't lie to me!
Keep your voice down.
Please, Ron.
Please don't lie to me.
I know you were there.
RONNIE WEEPS
I swear I never
laid a finger on him.
They wanted me to, but I didn't,
I promise.
And that makes it OK,
that you didn't touch him,
you just let it happen?
What did you want me to do?
You were supposed to stop it, Ron.
Stop Jimmy Vale? He was a psycho.
I mean, you could have reported it
or something.
What would that have done, hm?
His dad was a copper,
his uncle, his granddad.
They were fucking worse than he was.
Where would that have got me?
I mean, you could have tried, Ron.
You're not being fair.
I was a young man. I was just young.
So was Soloman Crosby.
So was Michael.
That could have been me. No.
That could have been Eli.
I need you to know that Soloman
has expressed
a wish to make an official
complaint about this incident.
And you'll be named.
You can help him.
My relationship with you
means I can't,
but I will help him
find representation.
All right, you two,
what is going on?
Don't do this. It's done.
It's done.
I just wanted you to hear it from me.
How could you be so weak, man?
What's happening?
Why are you both shouting?
Ask your dad.
Are you OK?
What did Eli say?
He listened.
He's pretty upset with Ron,
but I think with me also.
It's a lot to take in.
You know, the worst thing is
I can't help wondering
if the roles were reversed
would I have done anything
different from him?
You know, am I asking too much?
If the roles were reversed, you
would need to be held to account.
But they weren't. And you aren't.
The world is what it is.
Thing is, Cee
I don't really know
what to do next. Yes, you do.
It's what you always do.
You fight.
You fight, my love.
PIERRE WEEPS
Wow, you look fantastic!
Thank you. Likewise.
Ooh, here is my other handsome man.
Oh, looking sharp, kid. Mm.
You look all right yourself,
old man.
Mm.
HE LAUGHS
Come on in. Come on. Come on.
Group hug.
Ah!
Mm. OK.
Let's go do this.
Michael was kind and funny
and always generous with his time.
He loved sport,
especially basketball.
He was cheeky and smart
and annoying.
Today is not a day for anger
or sadness.
We've had plenty of those days
and there'll be more to come.
Today is a day for laughter and joy.
Love and life
and light and music, yeah?
Yeah! So let's celebrate Michael.
To Michael.
ALL: To Michael.
Oh, thank you. You know what,
I'm going to miss you, Charlotte.
The swagger. Don't!
Sorry, what's this?
Have I never told you two?
Yeah, and they don't need to know.
Well, yeah, I think we do now.
All the stations in the manor
used to have a nickname
for Charlotte back in the day.
They called her Miss Swagger.
Who called you Miss Swagger?
I don't think there was a cop around
who didn't tremble with fear
at the sight of Charlotte
swaggering through their station.
And you promised me
you wouldn't call me that anymore.
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
Come on, Mr Headman,
do you want to show me those moves?
Right you are. Come on.
PIERRE CHUCKLES
Ah, this is great. Yeah, it is.
Oh, don't. Don't.
Look, come on, don't make me cry.
I'm not gonna cry.
All right, cheer up.
You know you're gonna find someone
to replace me soon enough.
I'll find someone to take over
from you, Charlie, for sure, 100%.
Replace you? You're having a laugh.
You're just telling me
what you think I want to hear.
Yeah, and I hope it's working.
Stop it.
Can't blame me.
Maybe you'll change your mind
and stay. Not a chance.
Either way, what I said stands.
Barrett and Warnock
are bloody lucky to have you.
PHONE CHIMES
Enjoying the celebrations?
I am actually.
It's strange, isn't it,
enjoying something like this.
That's what Brenda wants.
I need you to do something.
Not for me, but for Brenda.
When the police
re-release their statements
about Michael's death
and Granger's involvement,
don't mention drugs.
Don't let that be a part
of the public accounts
of what happened. Please?
I can do that. Thank you.
Such a waste. I know.
Come on, let's go.
Careful, Pierre.
Is this some kind of joke?
This is still my manor.
I wouldn't let them people
in there hear you say that.
Or see you, for that matter.
I suggest you leave.
I'm exactly where
I'm supposed to be, on duty.
You here to issue another threat?
I have no idea what you're
talking about, Mr Jeffreys.
But if you feel as if a threat
has been made against your life,
I suggest you report it.
And I am very sorry to hear that.
I bet you are.
Errand boy.
I came here alone.
No one tells me what to do.
No one.
You think you know me, Pierre,
but you don't.
And it is in all of our interests
that we avoid
any further unpleasantries.
Don't you think?
I believe the party
is in there, Pierre.
Not out here.
Off you pop then.
HE SCOFFS
The absolute brass neck of him
showing up here like that.
Yeah, well, he's going now.
What did he want?
Was he trying to scare you?
What are you going to do?
You know me, Cee.
I'll do what I always do.
MUSIC PLAYING: 'Ain't No Mountain High
Enough' by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell