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(gentle serene music)
(lively upbeat music)
- Dispatch this is Davis, we're on site.
No sign of the incident.
- Yeah, this is not good.
We're gonna need an ambulance.
- Looks to be a little too late for that.
(indistinct radio call chatter)
- What are those?
- It's that new fracking plant by Griddleton.
- No wonder she reported her animals were going mental.
- Yeah, well, that doesn't explain
her husband going missing yesterday,
or her last 999, does it?
You need to think before you speak.
- Wanker.
(indistinct radio call chatter)
(slow tense music)
(Davis groans)
(policewoman screams)
(lively upbeat music)
(bright energetic music)
- Hiya babes, you coming back to work?
- Is West in?
- Yeah, out back.
He's expecting you. Eddie?
- Eddie. - Jimmy.
- How's the wife?
- Fuck you, Jimmy.
- He's expecting us.
- Through here.
- [Corman] So, what have you got for us?
- This is an important job.
If you fuck this up and get caught,
they will make you wish you were never born.
They will rip each and every one
of your fucking finger nails out.
They will--
- All right. I think we get the picture.
- I don't think you do.
You see, everything you have every done for me,
is nothing compared to this, nothing.
So enough of your lip,
or I'll have you back out there working the pole.
And your mum will be sitting on that NHS waiting list,
waiting for nothing but a slow death.
You're mules. You take things from A to B. That's all.
I give you a gun and I pay you well
but that doesn't mean you're any higher up the food chain
than you fucking are.
Do you understand?
- Boss, the job?
- You don't need to know.
You don't need to know where it's going,
or who it's coming from.
You just need to know it's fucking important.
Radio silence.
They'll be monitoring everything. Everything.
- Yes, Sir.
- Deliver this case, you'll be set for life.
- And if we don't?
- Then that's what it's gonna cost you, your life.
- At their hands, or yours?
- Depends who finds you first. Now fuck off.
(gentle upbeat music)
(car engine purring)
- How long have we been working together?
- About a year.
- No, three. Three years.
Now I know you've got your wits about you, that's for sure,
to get off that stage.
And when I saw you beating the shit out of that punter
who made the mistake of slapping you,
I knew this was the job for you.
Every year, every fucking day,
I tell you to quit pissing me off.
Just enjoy the downtime
and let me enjoy some piece and quiet.
(car engine purring)
(Corman moans)
- I wish they'd make these a bit more comfier.
- I've got some pink fluffy ones in the boot
if you want them.
- Why have you got fluffy handcuffs in the car?
Is it for your drag act?
I wonder what your stage name would be.
Gaynor Abandon. Ivor Biggun.
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. Dawn of Man.
- Fuck off. - Come on, I'm just messing.
- Shut up.
(Eddie groaning)
- Come on, Eddie. Let's end this.
- Fuck you.
- You don't owe West any loyalty.
- Fuck you.
- When he saw us coming,
he pissed himself and ran away. (chuckles)
- Fuck you.
- He left your sorry ass alone.
- Fuck you.
- I'm going to ask the question one last time.
Where is the case?
- Fuck you.
(drill buzzing)
No, please, no.
(Eddie screams)
- So. Where is the case?
- It's with Jimmy and Corman.
They have it.
They went west in Jimmy's car, at 11 o'clock.
Heading towards Wales.
They're keeping to channel 17 on the radio.
- Good. Good.
Now, which route?
- [Eddie] I don't know.
- Okay. Okay.
Let's just make sure, shall we?
(drill buzzing)
- I told you, I told you all I know.
(Eddie screams)
(car engine purring)
- [Jimmy] How's your mum doing?
- Okay, I guess.
- Treatment working?
- Doctors say it is, but she doesn't look any better.
- Look, they know what they're doing,
especially in that fancy hospital you've got her in.
- Spose.
- You're doing this for a good reason and don't forget that.
It looks like we're gonna have to stop soon.
- Why?
- We're running low on fuel,
and more importantly I need a piss.
- Emptying one tank and filling another.
- Something like that.
We best do it around here as well.
Less chance of distractions for you,
less chance of me getting trouble.
(sighs) - Let's do it.
(car engine roaring)
(dog panting)
- Hurry up, Poppy.
(sighs) Just wee anywhere.
(slow tense music)
Oh, you little shit. No!
Get back here.
No, not through there. Oh.
(car engine roaring)
- Were you texting?
- Yeah, but just my mum.
- It doesn't matter. You know better than that.
- All right! It'll be all right.
- Yeah, it better be.
(door slams)
- Can you get me some gum?
(gentle suspenseful music)
- What's up?
- Nothing. What took you so long?
- I needed to go for a leak, and thank you.
- Thank you for what?
- Thank you for my chewing gum.
- Thank you, Jimmy, for my chewing gum.
It's the best chewing gum I've ever had. (laughs)
- Yeah, it better be at those prices.
(car engine roars)
- Poppy.
Poppy.
Come on, Poppy.
Come on, Poppy, I'm missing Corrie.
(slow tense music)
Poppy.
Poppy?
Hey, you haven't seen a dog, a pug come by here, have you?
(creature bellowing)
Oh, shit.
(breathing heavily)
Shit.
(gentle music)
- Nope.
- Oh, come on. - Nope.
- It'll be fine.
- Three years and you still know jack shit.
Always be on guard.
Always be vigilant and always...
- Take a piss when you can.
- Correct.
(Corman moans)
Better get used to that, got a few more hours to go yet.
- Yay. (sighs)
(car engine purring)
What are those?
- Those are the fracking plants on the map.
- How do you know that?
- I researched the route, didn't you?
- Nope. - Why not?
- 'Cause I knew you would. (laughs)
- Tell you what? You need to get out of this job.
- Can't. - Yes, you can.
- And do what? Go back to stripping? No, thanks.
- No, I mean, I mean do something else.
- Like what?
- I don't know. Go back to school.
- (chuckles) Yeah right.
- You are one of those annoying people
who can pick up anything.
- Just drop it
- No, you need to listen.
- Drop it.
- No, whilst I've got you trapped in this car,
there's something I need to get off my chest.
- Watch out! (tires screeching)
(car crashing)
(birds chirping)
(oil spattering)
(Corman moans)
Oh, shit
Oh, Jimmy.
Jimmy.
(Corman moans)
Jimmy. Jimmy.
Oh, my God. (sobs)
Fuck.
Oh, fuck. (pants)
Fuck!
(Corman sobs)
Jimmy!
(Corman moans)
(slow tense music) (creature bellowing)
(Corman moans)
Hey!
Over here!
Yuck! (pants)
This is Corman, can anyone hear me? Copy.
This is Corman, can anyone hear me? Over.
Please, please, please.
Fuck!
Hey!
- [Blake] Anyone copy?
Jimmy?
Corman? Jimmy?
Anyone copy?
- Hello? This is Corman, can you hear me?
Hello, hello? This is Corman, can you hear me?
- [Blake] Corman, where are you?
- There's been an accident.
- [Blake] Where are you?
- I don't know. Ummm, we were driving, and, Jimmy's dead.
Umm. I don't know where we are.
- [Blake] Stay on the mic, and we can trace you.
- Okay.
Is that, Blake?
- [Blake] Yes. Do you have the package?
- Fuck.
- [Blake] Corman?
Corman are you there? Your mic is off.
- Go fuck yourself.
- [Blake] Well, that's not very nice!
- Blake, who the fuck is Blake?
- [Blake] Well played.
We will find you and we will take the package from you.
- Fuck. Fuck fuck.
(cocks gun)
(birds chirping)
(slow tense music continues)
- Hi there.
- Who are you? Who are you? What are you doing here?
- Just walking through, I heard something.
I could go if you want?
- No, no. It's fine.
Umm, I could really, er, do with a hand.
- Yeah, I can see that.
What happened? - I, I, I don't know.
Um, we hit a deer or a dog or something
and Jimmy lost control of the car.
- Jimmy? Who's Jimmy?
Ooh, look at that. He didn't stand a chance, did he?
Oooooh.
My daytime job used to be as a mechanic,
doing a bit of roadside assistance and suchlike.
I used to get called out to help clear up
after local road accidents involving animals.
Got me some nice cuts of meat to take home too.
So I've seen more than my fair share of deaths.
But this, this is one of the worst.
Oh, I wish I'd bought my camera.
- Hey! Hey!
- Oh, oh, yes, yes, of course.
- I really need to get out of here. Have you got a phone?
- Yeah, but I ain't got no reception.
- Look, we need to lift this car somehow.
- Oh, I don't think that's possible.
- I don't mean in the air,
just lift it enough so I can get my foot out.
- Oh, right, right.
- So, what are you doing here?
- Just rambling.
- Sounds, fun.
- You all right?
- (exhales) Peachy!
- If you're in pain,
I might have some paracetamol in my pack.
- Oh, no, no, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Please, can we just concentrate on getting me out of here?
- Mmm, right.
- So, do you know these woods?
- Got recommended this hike by a friend of mine.
- Where's the nearest town or village?
- Well, you're midway between Wanbrough and Dinklage.
What you got there then?
- A briefcase.
- What's in it?
- None of your business.
- Sorry, just curious.
You don't see many briefcases handcuffed to folk these days.
- [Corman] Please, can we just concentrate
on getting me out of here?
- Only in films and suchlike.
And then it's er, diamonds, or money.
Right, let's give this a go, shall we?
On the count of three,
I want you to try and pull yourself out.
- Okay. - Ready?
- Yeah.
- One, two, three.
(Corman grunts and moans)
- Fuck!
- Sorry, it's too heavy for me.
- Oh, Please, just try again.
- I cannot lift the car.
- Please, please, just one more time.
- Oh, no, no, no, I'll go for help.
- But how long's that gonna take?
- A couple of hours, maybe a bit longer.
- I don't have that much time.
- I know it must hurt but it's not life threatening.
- Oh, please.
- I mean, you might lose your foot, maybe.
- Please, you can't leave me here.
Look, there's some really bad people and if they come along
and I'm still attached to this case, I'm dead.
- I knew it, I knew that case was valuable.
This is gonna hurt a little. (screams)
(creature bellowing)
(birds chirping)
(Corman moans)
- Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
This is Corman, can anyone copy?
This is Corman, can anyone hear me?
- [Blake] Corman, I thought you weren't talking to me.
- Shit.
- [Blake] Now that's not nice.
We're getting closer, Corman.
(lively upbeat music)
- Fucking play something decent, at least.
(chuckles) Small mercies.
(slow tense music) (creature bellowing)
(birds chirping)
(Corman whimpering)
(creature bellowing)
What the fuck?
(gun firing)
Fucking hell. (panic breathing)
- [Blake] I was not expecting that.
- Just shut up and come and get me.
- [Blake] Oh, you flirt.
I'm curious though, why turn your radio back on?
- 'Cause I'm lonely.
- [Blake] Oh, bless. You don't even know my name.
- What's your name?
- Hmm, let's see. Let's go with, Blake.
- Good.
Now you've got that off your chest, do you know what I need?
- [Blake] What?
- A coffee, milk, one sugar, please.
- [Blake] Too late for that, I'm afraid.
I think I can rustle up some water
and some stale chewing gum.
- No, I think I'll pass.
- [Blake] Why did you turn your radio back on?
- Well, you said you were coming after me anyway,
so I thought, speed things up.
Oh, fuck.
Do you wanna know the truth? I'm trapped.
- [Blake] Trapped?
- Trapped. We crashed. I can't move.
- [Blake] Oh Corman, it'll be such a shame to kill you.
- You're gonna try but you're gonna fail, prick.
- [Blake] What are you armed with? A pistol?
Being one of that cheapskate West delivery bitches,
you'll have one, maybe two spare mags at best.
Please. My guys will take you down before you can blink,
and then I'm going to cut your hand off to get that case.
- Just shut up and come and get me.
- [Blake] And you will have died for nothing.
- Bear Grills, eat your heart out.
(water pattering)
I survive a car crash, big hairy fucker in the woods,
old man trying to kill me, and now, now you give me rain,
thank you.
(birds chirping)
(Corman groaning) Come on.
(creature bellowing)
Come on, you fucker.
(sighs) Fucking hell I'm so screwed.
(Corman groans)
(bullets whizzing)
- Hello, Corman. We meet at last.
I've been looking forward to meeting you.
- Can't say the same, I'm afraid.
- Time to take what's mine.
- Gladly.
(gun firing)
(creature bellowing) (man groaning)
(creature bellowing)
Fuck you. (gun firing)
(creature groaning)
- Get me that case.
It'll take more than that to kill me you little shit.
(guns firing)
(creature bellowing)
(man screams)
(Corman gasps)
(man yells) (creature bellowing)
(car engine starting)
(creature bellowing)
(slow tense music)
(door thuds) (creature bellowing)
- You are one ugly fucker.
(gun firing)
(Corman screams) (creature bellowing)
(creature yelping)
(creature bellowing)
Fuck.
(bright upbeat music)