Down Cemetery Road
Based on: Down Cemetery Road by Mick Herron
Stars: Emma Thompson, Ruth Wilson, Adeel Akhtar, Nathan Stewart-Jarrett, Tom Goodman-Hill, Darren Boyd, Tom Riley, Adam Godley, Sinead Matthews, Ken Nwosu, Fehinti Balogun, Aiysha Hart
Season 1 – Episode 4
Episode title: My Friends Don’t Like Me
Original air date: 12 November 2025
Plot: Sarah identifies Downey in a photo of Tommy’s regiment sent by Zoë, but a paranoid Downey smashes her phone. He collapses, and Sarah forces him to explain that his pills are an experimental treatment for a neurological condition. Researching the medication online, Sarah unwittingly alerts Amos to her location. He arrives in the guise of a delivery driver, but she and Downey escape the hotel and go to Gerard and Paula for help. Downey admits to Sarah that he is the government’s target, and the two of them set off to find Dinah, taking Gerard’s guns and Paula’s car. Arranging a new safe house for Dinah, Hamza hires a trio of hitmen to eliminate Amos. They ambush him at home, but Amos kills them instead. Zoë informs DI Ash Varma of her findings, and inadvertently convinces Wayne, who is on probation for computer hacking, to quit the morgue. Tracing Tommy’s autopsy to Dr Isaac Wright, a neurologist involved with C’s covert operation, Zoë steals Wright’s laptop. Wright notifies C and sends him a photo of Zoë, who returns home to find a threatening message painted on her curtains: “STOP”.
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Down Cemetery Road – S01E04 – My Friends Don’t Like Me | Transcript
[shower running]
[Sarah] Zoë, it’s me, Sarah.
[Zoë] What the hell happened?
Where are you? Um… Okay. So, um… [inhales deeply] Rufus tried to kill me, and then ponytail man who I told you about, well, he was following me and he shot Rufus.
Wait. Hang on, wait. [stammers] Rufus, hashtag hat, he’s dead?
Yeah, but he wasn’t ever Rufus.
Rufus was just made up.
So this ponytail man, I’m guessing you’re with him?
Uh, yeah. He’s trying to find Dinah too.
[Zoë] Any other details?
Um… Oh, oh, oh. He’s got a tattoo.
I think it might be regimental.
Okay, um… Okay, I’m gonna send you a photograph.
Just hang on, hang on, hang on.
[phone buzzes]
[gasps] That’s him. Third from the left.
Okay. [sighs, clicks teeth] His name’s Michael Downey.
Officially, he’s dead.
Could I interest you in getting the fuck out of there?
[sighs] Yeah, but I think he knows more than he’s letting on.
And honestly, he’s okay. He saved my life.
Listen to me, Sarah.
Find out everything you can and then get the fuck out of there,
wherever there is.
It’s fine
[Downey] Give me that. [grunting]
What? Ow! No! No! Stop!
Sarah.
[line beeping]
[sighs] Fuck.
[Sarah] Stop it! Stop it! No! Just
[grunting, groaning]
You all right?
[grunting] What’s wrong?
What can I do? What can I do?
What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What… [shouts] What can I do? What can I…
You want some water. Water. Water. Water.
Shit! There’s no water. How can–
Okay
Help me. Please tell me… [pants] [groans] Oh, good God, help me.
Tell me what to do. Tell me what
[knocks on door]
[receptionist] Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Welling?
[knocks on door]
Is everything all right in there?
[shushes] Okay, uh…
[Downey grunting]
[receptionist] Hello?
Hello?
Yeah, hi.
Uh, there was a bit of a commotion.
Is everything all right?
Yeah. We’re absolutely fine.
There was a lot of noise.
Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. Um…
We’re all good. We’re just, you know, having a really good time. [chuckles] Oh, okay.
Mmm.
Oh, I see.
Yeah, we don’t get away from the kids that often, you know. So when we do…
Oh, of course. Why not?
[chuckles] Yeah. Okay, so thanks.
Thanks, Sam. Yeah.
I’ll let you get back to it.
Okay, bye.
And don’t forget your safe words.
[Downey panting]
[“Woman’s Touch” playing]
♪ The light has shone on you tonight ♪
♪ But I’ll go walking through
The darkened streets alone ♪
♪ And fall asleep with a smile ♪
♪ Saving my pennies
‘Cause the oracle told me so… ♪
♪ I’ve learned to trust my head to turn ♪
Get on with it, you twat.
[phone buzzing]
[grunts]
Ugh. [sighs] Really?
[sighs]
Why didn’t you fucking listen to me?
I got these, um…
Some… Some pills in… in the bag.
[breathes shakily]
[zipper opens]
There’s hardly any left.
Can you just…
You know, I could help you if you told me a bit more.
I do know about painkillers.
Previous.
What is it you’ve got exactly?
Sports injury.
Right. Sure.
[Downey gulping, sighs]
Here.
Why are you being so nice?
You do have a gun.
And we’re both looking for Dinah.
[assistant] What exactly are we doing here?
Well, due to recent events at one of our safe houses, we’ve had to move an asset.
So, uh, let’s make it a little less Guantánamo, Clem, and a little bit more nursery.
Are you up for that? Yes?
Uh, y-yep. [chuckles] Good lad. Right. Follow me.
Right, let’s have a look then.
[beeps]
Three, two, one. Tada.
[electricity crackles, hums]
Whoa.
It’s just a…
It’s a bit of surface clutter, isn’t it?
Now crack it open, Clem, let’s see what you’ve got.
Yes, Clem. Yes.
It can be quite bougie.
Oh. Well, yeah. Um, and I’ve also got…
Oh… Oh.
…one of these.
Child friendly too.
That’s great. Your hard work and commitment do not go unnoticed.
So let’s keep supporting each other. Yes?
Yes. [chuckles] Yes.
Yeah.
And we can push on through. Can’t we?
Oh.
Yes. [chuckles]
Yes. Good lad.
Uh, what… what time will I be picked up?
[chuckles] When you’re finished.
[bird squawks]
[grunts]
[sighs] Yep.
[breathing shakily]
[gasps]
Okay. What’s the plan?
[grunts]
We should get going.
I’ll go get us some food to take with your pills.
Where’s the gun?
Um… Okay, so, um… Yeah, recent events have put me a bit on edge.
And so, uh… [inhales deeply] Having loaded guns lying around wasn’t helping with that.
On edge is how you should feel.
There are people after us. Where is it?
Okay, it’s in the safe. Where it’s safe.
What’s the combination?
I’ll give you the combination if you tell me what your pills are really for.
[sighs]
God almighty, okay.
Okay, they’re experimental, I’ve got a rare neurological condition.
What is the combination?
I’ll go get you some food.
No. No. You tell me the combination now.
Okay, okay. It’s 8008.
Boob?
What?
I’ve got a very sophisticated sense of humor.
[sighs]
Hello?
[Sarah, softly] Nice.
Histropine.
[Sam] Excuse me.
My computer’s not for guests, okay?
We offer complimentary Wi-Fi for use with your own devices. Thank you very much.
Yeah. Sorry, Sam. I was just, um, emailing the, um, the… the babysitter, you know.
Because we… we broke the phone.
Oops. [chuckles] Do you wanna…
Anyway. You know what? You know what?
Your chair is way too high, by the way.
Yeah, if you can’t place your feet correctly, you’re gonna get major back issues.
Thank me when you’re 40.
[clears throat]
Hello, are we ready to order?
Yeah, a flat white, oat milk please.
Anything to eat with that
I’m fine.
We’ve a range of patisserie.
Oh.
Can I have, um, your largest coffee?
And this is gonna sound a bit like a weird request, but could it be really hot?
Cause I’ve got no time for that sort of lukewarm, taste the beans nonsense.
And can I have one of those meringues, four times as wide as your mouth?
He’s paying. Eleven quid for coffee and a bun. You lot must be minted.
Thank you.
[Zoë clears throat]
Zoë, you can’t just wake me up in the middle of the night with a screed of texts.
It’s totally unreasonable.
Yeah, but worked though, didn’t it?
Here you are. What’s the news?
Well, I opened up Joe’s case first thing this morning.
Twenty minutes later my boss shut me down.
Did she now?
I’ve been told to leave it.
Is that it? Is that what you came all the way to London for?
To tell me you got fuck all?
Obviously not. [whispering] I’ve got this.
[normal voice] Now, it’s not about Joe and there’s nothing in the forensics report about the bomb.
But the John Doe in the morgue.
I’ve got his autopsy report.
Good boy.
Whoa, whoa. No photos.
I don’t want a digital trail.
A tiny bit paranoid.
It’s only paranoid if it’s imaginary.
Just read it. And quickly.
I need to get it back before anyone sees it’s gone.
[Zoë] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Isaac Wright, that’s odd.
Hang on, if… if the autopsy was in Oxford, why is it signed off by a London doctor?
Yeah, that’s not normally how it works.
Dr Isaac Wright.
Mmm. You’ve seen that name before?
Never. Thought I knew most of the pathologists covering this patch.
Ooh, look at that. Steaming, thank you.
Thank you.
So, we’re off to see Dr Wright.
What’s this “we”?
I’ve got a job, Zoë, which I am putting on the line by going AWOL with this file.
I can’t just run around after you like Doctor Who’s assistant.
That’s your choice.
I would treat you with more respect than your current bosses.
Ah. Well, thanks for the meringue, and, uh…
[grunts] Fucking hell.
That’s mad. That’s fucking mad.
That literally came apart in my hands.
[sighs]
[Hamza] So, gentlemen, ladies, let’s remind ourselves what kind of house this is.
A smelly house? Damp house?
Badly insulated house.
Safe house. It’s a safe house.
And it’s not very safe if you let this man in, is it?
Oh, yeah. He had a key, to be fair.
Mmm.
Details.
The point is, now we need to move her again.
Somewhere off the beaten track.
But we literally just settled in here.
I’m agency, all right? I’m not even staff.
I’ve only been booked for two days.
I’ve got to organize a hen party next week in Skiathos.
Oh. Skiathos is off, I’m afraid.
But your hard work and commitment do not go unnoticed.
So let’s… let’s just keep supporting each other.
[Ty, Nev] Yeah.
And we can… we can push on through.
Oh, my God. What have you done there?
Have you just asked a chatbot, “How do I motivate a workforce?”
No.
[chuckles] Oh, my God.
That is what you’ve done.
That is literally what you’ve done.
You’ve got 20 minutes to pack.
Right, let’s get you in the big birdie.
[grunts]
She’s five, she’s not stupid.
Chill out.
Hey.
This is gonna be an adventure, this.
Isn’t it?
[Dinah] Yeah.
It’s very loud.
Let’s pop these on your ears.
Okay? All right?
Exciting.
[Dinah] Bye-bye.
Oh, bollocks!
[computer beeps]
[automated voice]
Distance from tracker: 140 miles.
141 miles.
[phone chimes]
[partner] Amos.
Mmm.
You know that Histropine website I built for you? Well, it got a hit.
Where from?
Um… Hotel just outside of Reading.
Two and half stars on Tripadvisor.
Good work. Won’t kick you out just yet.
[chuckles]
See? You do need me.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
Almeida Inn. Sweet dreams and happy endings, guaranteed.
Oh, hi. It’s Julian from head office, and you are?
Uh, Sam.
[as hotel manager] Sam. I’m going through last night’s bookings, Sam.
And there’s a discrepancy I just need to iron out. Did anyone pay in cash?
Uh. Yeah. One couple.
Oh, there you go. There’s still a few dinosaurs causing me mischief.
[chuckles] I know. I could hardly remember how to open the cash box.
[chuckles] Sam. What’s the name?
Uh, it was Robert Welling.
Right. All I need is the room number and then I can get things to match up this end.
They’re in 217.
Robert Welling and friend in 217.
You are a star, Sam.
All right. Thanks, love. Bye.
Bye.
Bye. [stammers] Bye.
[licks, crunches]
[hotel guest 1 moaning] Ah, fuck.
Oh, my God!
And… that’s them done.
[hotel guest 2 moans]
For half an hour anyway.
Who are you hiding from, exactly?
The pills work quicker when I don’t have to answer stupid questions.
Okay.
Why is Dinah mixed up in all this?
Dinah’s the daughter of my friend.
Whose name you do not need to know.
What’s your name?
They got Dinah’s mum, okay?
It’s down to me look out for the girl.
But why did they get
No.
That’s all I’m telling you.
More than I should have.
[grunts] We need to go.
We can’t stay hiding here.
They’ll be coming after us.
Oh, great. Okay. Um…
[grunts] You know what? We could do with a change of clothes, you know?
Like, disguise ourselves, change identities.
You know. Might be worth a try, like
Are you getting off on this?
Bit of fugitive porn before you go back to your middle class life.
I’m just trying to lighten the mood.
The mood is pretty fucking dark.
Wait.
[sighs] You’re right. Um… a change of clothes would be good.
Ah. Great. ‘Cause my top is beginning to… [sniffs] …honk.
[door opens, closes]
[Sam] I have got you booked in for two nights in room 220.
And I’ve already got your card details.
Thank you.
And I can give you your key, which is…
Hi, Sam. Hi, um, I’m just looking for something.
You-You carry on. You carry on.
Uh… Sorry, that’s two nights in room 220.
Uh, breakfast is between 8:00 and 11:00 every morning and you are just into the lift, second floor, on your right.
And if you need anything else from me, I’m just gonna be tucked away behind this desk here for you. All right?
Thanks so much. Enjoy your stay.
Oh… Thank you so much.
Cheers, mate.
Thank you. Bye-bye, now.
[elevator bell dings]
What exactly have you lost?
Oh, no. I’ve found it. I found it, Sam.
Thank you, Sam. [chuckles] Help yourself.
No one’s coming back for that.
Excuse me. Can I help you?
Yeah, I’m just, um, heading up to…
[gasps, breathes shakily] Welling, 217.
[breathing shakily]
[Sam] Oh. Sure.
Sam. Psst. Psst. Sam.
That guy… That guy, he’s…
Um… [stammers] He’s my ex.
He’s been stalking me. And, um…
I don’t know. Can you…
Can you just stall him until I get back up to my…
[stammers] My… my husband?
What?
No, he’s not even a real delivery guy.
He’s a legitimate psychopath.
You have to help me, please.
[breathes shakily]
Come on, Sam. You’d want someone to help your sister, wouldn’t you?
I don’t have a sister.
Okay, girlfriend then.
Okay. Mother?
[scoffs] You do have a mother.
Come on, please, please.
You have to help me. Please.
[scoffs]
[grunts]
Hello, sir.
There’s been a change of practice on deliveries.
So, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I am going to need to see some ID.
No, you don’t.
I’m not throwing any shade on you in particular.
[stammers] It’s just policy.
[panting]
Oh, shit. Shi–
[stammers] It’s a security thing.
We just need to get the names on the system.
So I just need to scan your ID.
[panting] We have to go. Now. Now!
Get the gun! Get the gun!
[panting]
[Sarah] No, no.
That’s not the code I put in.
Boob. Boob. Boob.
I changed the code. All right?
[groans, grunts]
[grunting, whimpers]
[operator] Emergency, which service do you require?
Yes. Police, please.
[elevator music playing]
[beeps]
[Sarah] Fuck.
Was your hand shaking when you put the code in?
I will get it.
[beeps]
[sighs]
[breathing shakily]
[shushes]
[hotel guest whimpers] Oh, God.
[whimpering] Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
[breathing shakily] Where?
[hotel guest 1 whimpering]
[hotel guest 2 breathing shakily]
[police siren wailing]
Legs okay?
I’m fine. Fine. Go.
Come on!
[panting]
This is my me-time, Malik.
My secretary shouldn’t have told you I was here.
Sorry, sir. It is urgent.
Well, it’s always urgent with you, isn’t it, Malik?
So?
That charming accessory doesn’t reassure me you have your cavalcade of cack under control.
Well, actually, we’ve moved the child.
But Amos Crane has gone haywire at a hotel.
Something needs to be done.
So, sacking hasn’t worked.
Now you want him permanently erased.
Do you, Malik?
He’s on a one-man revenge mission, sir.
He’s a risk to us all.
[yells, whimpers]
Hmm.
Do you have someone in mind for the job?
Sir. Well, it can’t be anybody that knows him.
No. Of course. Can you imagine?
They’d be too fucking terrified.
[chuckles] No amateurs. Hmm?
Mmhmm.
And don’t piss this one up the wall, Malik.
I don’t want this coming back on me.
[grunts] And hold your nerve, man.
Yes, sir.
Ah, Isaac. I’ll thrash you first, then business, hmm?
And I won’t, sir.
Piss it up the wall, I mean.
Enjoy your tennis.
Off you fuck.
Mmhmm.
Elsbeth, I’m in Marylebone, why don’t I book us in for a chemical peel?
Mmm.
[phone rings]
Fuck.
Hello?
Yeah, it’s me, Wayne.
Wayne, could you not ring me when I’m just pretending to be on my phone, please?
Remember what you said the other day? Um, well, I’ve been really thinking about it.
Course I remember what I said to you.
But in the event that I didn’t…
[stammers] …what was it?
Uh, about how even though your dreams can get you in trouble, they’re, like, also your salvation.
[Zoë] Yeah. I’d just come from seeing my dead husband.
So, maybe don’t take it to heart, eh.
No, I have. I have taken it to heart ’cause I’m quitting so I can stream full time.
[Zoë] Please tell me it’s that quiet quitting thing that’s not quitting at all, but Gen Z bollocks.
Yeah. I just… I just did it, Zoë.
I just sent the email.
[sighs]
Good job, Wayne.
I’ve got to say that, haven’t I?
‘Cause the damage is done.
What? [stammers] What?
Well, no, I… [stammers] Zoë, I can’t unsend it now, can I?
I’d have to hack into their computer and I promised my probation guy that I’d stopped all of that.
Oh, wait, you’re on probation?
Oh! Well, maybe I won’t delete your number.
You might come in handy after all.
No, no, wait. ZoZoë, if I called this wrong then, Zoë…
Gotta go.
Z
[sighs] Oh, bugger. [sighs] Hello. Um, I’m here to see Dr. Wright if that’s at all possible.
Do you have an appointment?
Not as yet.
But I wondered if you could maybe sneak me in.
I’m sorry, he’s all booked up for this afternoon.
Oh, that is a shame. I’ve heard he’s absolutely the top man to see. [chuckles] Just supposing there was a no-show, could you maybe sneak me in?
I’m, um, I’m self-funding, if that’s of any help.
There really is nothing this afternoon, madam.
But if you leave me your name…
[car alarm sounds]
Oh, Lord, there’s somebody breaking into that car.
[gasps] In broad daylight!
What car?
Oh, you’d think this was a safe area, wouldn’t you?
Dr. Wright.
Broken Britain.
Small emergency.
That’s what that is.
[pants] Bastards.
[sighs] Hello. Sorry to interrupt, the doc had to pop out for a mo.
I’m IT support. [chuckles] What are you in for? Just out of interest?
RSI. Dr. Wright’s a nerve specialist.
Oh, yeah.
Much sought after, I’ve… I’ve heard.
Oof! That looks nasty. [chuckles] But, still, you’re in very good hands.
[chuckling]
Hands. [laughs] Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Don’t just stand there, Lara.
Call the insurance company.
No, um, call the window people.
I’m calling the police.
No, Lara, don’t call the police.
The police will just stand around and piss themselves laughing, won’t they?
[Zoë] Nice one.
That’s your man.
Pretty boy, isn’t he?
Ah, well.
Won’t be for long.
Ah. [chuckles] Speaking of which, do you want it done neat or messy?
Oh.
Neat, please.
Accidental or natural causes?
Natural causes.
Makes sense. I’m guessing he’s lived a, uh, stressful lifestyle.
[freelancer] Shit!
[grunts]
Is, um… Is your friend all right?
Don’t you worry about him, pal.
[stammers] I’d just feel better if I could brief you all at once.
We’re dealing with quite a dangerous individual.
For you maybe.
Look, just wire us the crypto and stop worrying.
We’ll take care of the up-setment, okay?
Okay, uh. Half in advance and half on completion.
Our terms of service state that we must receive the full balance before we start.
Unless, of course, you want to deal with this, uh, Amos Crane gentleman yourself.
[freelancer] Wank!
[grunts] All right.
Okay. Just, um… [breathes shakily] …give me an hour.
[phone rings]
Isaac, I’m extremely busy.
You have precisely five seconds.
Someone stole my laptop.
And that is my problem, why exactly?
It was taken from my consulting room and there were sensitive files on there.
I trust those sensitive files were firewalled to fuckery?
I am hearing the silence.
Someone smashed up my car as well.
[stammers] I think I’m being targeted.
What do you want me to do?
Have you checked the CCTV in your office?
[Wright]
I respect patient confidentiality.
Of course you do.
We’ve only got one hidden smart cam.
Was it all regular patients?
Anyone new on the list?
Regular patients. Oh, and some woman who my secretary says tried to self-fund with cash.
Send me a photo of her. Now. I’m a gnat’s cock away from putting this whole business behind us, Isaac.
This I do not need.
[line beeps]
Right. [sighs]
[phone chimes]
You really need to stop.
[Downey] I need a piss.
We should have left last night.
How did he find us?
I mean this probably isn’t it, but, um, I looked up your drugs on the hotel computer.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
But how would they–
Don’t you learn anything?
That’s traceable, everything’s traceable.
Fuck.
But then I saved you, didn’t I?
You’re assuming I would have lost the fight?
[scoffs]
[softly] Fuck.
[sighs]
Look, you want to find Dinah, I want to find Dinah.
We’re a team.
Let’s focus on that.
Mmm.
Pretty focused on the team not having a gun anymore.
Yeah, well, if you’d kept my safe combination…
We need to start assuming that people are gonna recognize this van.
Okay. So, we need new wheels and a gun.
Guns, plural.
[actor through TV] Morning, Mrs. Bucket. It’s Bucket.
[audience laughing]
I never knew that. Trust me. To me, people are usually just a name on a note.
[Mrs. Bucket] I will not have milkmen reducing me to a piece of paper.
[audience laughing]
[distant footsteps]
Is there something wrong, Mrs. Buck…
[lock clicks]
[Mrs. Bucket] It seems all right…
[audience laughing]
I can’t be quite sure about other bottles. So please inform the people at the depot that I want my own bottles back. The bottles are sterilized, Mrs. Buck…
Bucket. The milk’s pasteurized.
[freelancer grunting]
[Amos groans]
[Mrs. Bucket] …it’s sterilized, pasteurized, immunized or privatized.
[grunting]
[freelancer] You are fucking kidding me.
Guy’s a fucking unit. Fuck.
[freelancer 1 grunts]
[Amos grunts]
[freelancer grunts, groans]
[Mrs. Bucket]
Next door in Elizabeth’s house.
[groans]
I don’t see the significance. In Elizabeth’s house. A man. Yes, I heard that. Steady on.
Maybe she’s got the decorator in. Get off! Get the fuck off me! [grunts]
What’s this do?
[groaning]
[Mr. Bucket] Hyacinth, perhaps her husband’s come back from Saudi Arabia.
[groaning]
[Mrs. Bucket] It is not her husband. I warned her against watching Channel Four.
[audience laughing]
It’s definitely around here somewhere.
[Downey] What makes you so sure they won’t be home?
Well, I’m not entirely sure.
But they’ve got about five different homes.
London, Paris, New York.
They’re on permanent tour like Taylor Swift.
But with guns.
Yeah.
So, if the lights are off and there’s no big dick cars in the driveway, we’re safe.
Oh. Wait, wait, wait, wait. That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.
Okay.
[grunts]
[whispering] What are you doing?
See? No one home.
[sighs] Right, how do we get in here?
Can you get out the light?
Wow. Did they train you how to…
[lock clicks]
Yeah. That.
[Downey] Okay.
Oh, my God, look at his house.
Fucking hell. He’s got columns.
[magazine loading]
Stop or I’ll blow your heads off.
No! Gerard. Don’t… No. Don’t shoot!
Don’t shoot. It’s me, it’s me, it’s me.
It’s me. Gerard, it’s me, Sarah.
[grunts] It’s me. It’s me.
[Paula] Gerard.
Oh, for God’s sake, Gerard.
It’s Sarah. Sarah.
Well, who’s this?
Uh…
And why didn’t they knock?
I don’t bloody know. But I’m…
[inhales deeply]
I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason which Sarah will explain, won’t she,
once you put that sodding shotgun down.
I’m not putting anything down until she explains to me what she’s doing in my house and why she’s dressed like a 12yearold…
[stammers] …and who the fuck this man is.
Look-Look this man saved my life when Rufus tried to kill me.
[stammers] Hemp underpants Rufus?
[sighs] It’s a long story.
[Gerard] So, not a gas leak?
A bomb.
Planted b-by Just Stop Deodorant?
Rufus, yeah.
Mmm.
Darling, haven’t I always said–
Yep. Never trust a man who juggles.
I really need your help.
We wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate.
Well, I suppose we can pretend we didn’t see you.
You can rest here for a few hours.
Um, no… [stammers] …we might need a bit more than that.
Guns.
And a car.
Look. I don’t know what your name is.
It’s probably best that I don’t, so I’m gonna call you… Chris.
Don’t you think enough people have been hurt already?
So, no, Chris.
Just no.
What we should be doing is getting the police involved.
No.
Commissioner’s an old chum of mine.
Yeah, of course he is.
No police.
Look, we’re doing this for Dinah.
She’s a 5yearold girl and she’s out there somewhere alone.
Poor little thing.
Can’t we just help them, G? Come on.
Please?
All right.
[smacks lips] All right.
You can have a car. Not the Ferrari.
And no guns. Can’t have this traced back to me.
He’s not supposed to have half those guns, are you, love?
[Gerard grunts]
I need the toilet.
[Paula] Yeah, sure. It’s just down the hall and, uh, to the right.
[Downey] Okay. Thank you.
You’ll sleep in the Burmese room, Chris.
[Downey] Right.
[Gerard] It’s cultural appreciation, not cultural appropriation.
[door closes]
I’m worried about you.
You don’t know who this guy is.
[clicks tongue] Well, I spent half my adult life with Mark.
Turns out I didn’t know him at all.
Sometimes it’s easier to ignore all the evidence and just keep trying.
Hmm.
[line ringing]
[operator 2] Emergency, which service?
Hang up.
Drop it.
[beeps]
[sighs]
[scoffs]
[door slams]
[muffled] Help! Help!
[grunts] Oh, Sarah!
Fucking help me!
[pants] Uh…
[groans]
[groans]
You and your fucking boyfriends.
[coughs, breathes heavily]
He’s not my fucking boyfriend.
Well, untie me! It’s…
[coughs]
Paula!
[Sarah] Stop!
[Downey] Jesus!
What the fuck’s the matter with you?
Fuck’s the matter with you?
Pissing off without a word.
Look, I saved your life.
I brought you to safety.
I also saved you, if you hadn’t forgotten.
We’re a team.
We’re not a team!
Where are you even going?
You don’t know where Dinah is.
Well, I got… I got that guy Rufus’s phone, all right?
And when the time is right, I will call.
I’m sorry?
I’m sorry?
What, you had a phone all along?
Fucking arsehole!
Sarah, this is not about you!
They’ll be waiting to hear from me!
And they’ll tell me where she is because it is me that they want!
What? So, she’s bait?
That is just the way it is, okay?
And I need to finish this alone.
No, you can’t do this alone.
You’re ill and you’re weak.
Sarah, go home!
I don’t have a home, do I?
Sarah, I cannot be your escape route, okay?
I’ve done things.
I’ve… I’ve killed people.
Well, yeah. You’re a soldier.
That’s what soldiers do.
No, you don’t fucking get it, do you?
I am a marked man.
[inhales sharply] And I don’t need your death on my conscience too.
Bloody shitting hell!
You really have been the most gracious guests!
[Downey] Blame Sarah.
Now get the fuck out of my way.
Hey! No, no, no.
You’re not having Paula’s beamer.
Christ!
No fucking way! Not now, no way!
It’s just a cocking car, Gerry.
[pants] Here. Go. Good luck.
Thank you. Thank you. Sorry, sorry.
Did you not hear what I just said?
Yep, I did.
Even more reason for me to come.
Now, drive.
We’ll get another one.
It’s just a fucking
[exclaims]
[horn honks] Fucking hell.
[siren blaring in distance]
[“Go ‘Way From My Window” playing]
♪ Go away from my window ♪
♪ Go away from my door ♪
♪ Go away from my bedside ♪
♪ Don’t bother me no more ♪
♪ And bother me no more ♪
♪ Well, go on your way
Be happy ♪
♪ Go on your way and rest ♪
♪ But please remember ♪
♪ Honey, I really did love you best ♪
♪ I really did love you best ♪
