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Paging Dr Jones.

- Paging Dr Jones.

- Lee.

Lee, you know I can only help you

if you're willing to take a step

towards me, Lee.

I thought that we had an understanding.

Was I wrong?

People need my help for

all sorts of reasons.

Some have broken hearts...

...others have broken heads.

Then there's those too young

to know better...

...those running away from their past...

...and those who are just lost.

Until you can tell me which one you are,

we're done.

We'll review things again

in six months' time.

Craig, if you could please

take Lee to the ward.

Certainly, Dr Jones.

Morning, Fred.

Be back with you in a minute.

You can put some clothes back on, Rosie.

Morning, Lee.

Er... This is a crime scene.

I live right there.

Oi, where you heading?

That way.

Where you goin'?

Don't know.

Need a ride?

No thanks.

It's gonna rain.

There's a lotta weird people around here,

ya know?

Yeah, I bet.

This is a lonely road.

You'll wait ages for another lift.

Excuse me, how much longer will this take?

I... I have other patients to attend to.

It takes as long as it takes, Dr Jones.

Bearing in mind that you run one of

the most secure facilities in the country,

how could one of your most

dangerous inmates escape?

They're not inmates, they're...

they're, they're patients.

They need treatment, they're ill.

Lee Hunting, born October 31st 1985.

Quiet child, never really bonded with

other children.

While a teenager... Excuse me!

Quiet child, never really bonded

with other children,

something about throwing darts

at their backs in the playground.

While a teenager, developed

a bit of a thing for knives,

self-harming for practice

before turning the blades on four family

members on Christmas Day 2002.

I guess the Queen's speech brings out

the worst in all of us, ma'am.

Just shy of the 18th birthday,

treated as a minor,

and kept in the cushy confines

of an establishment such as yours.

- All right, that's enough.

- Instead of rotting in a class A prison

- along with all other murderous nutters.

- Excuse me,

but we try to help our patients live out

normal lives as much as they can.

We try not to dwell too much on the past,

and we certainly don't like to call

our patients murderous nutters.

Call them what you wish, Dr Jones.

This dangerous individual is now free on

my patch because of you,

so excuse me if I'm being a little

curt with you today,

but I've got nutters to catch,

people to protect,

and in my experience, time is everything,

so stop cocking me around

- and let me do my f***ing job.

- You have no idea...

what you're getting yourself into.

Henry, you can give us

another chance, right?

I will promise you that the company

will make it worth your while.

Look, Tim, you're a nice guy, mate,

but I've had enough.

You and me, we do a deal on prices,

but then that cock boss of yours, Derrick,

moves the goalpost

every time an invoice shows up.

When I complain, he either sends me

an unsigned cheque

or one with the wrong f***ing year on it,

so I can't even cash it.

Right, okay, well look, Henry,

I am very sorry about that.

It's not your fault, Tim.

To be honest, we all feel a bit sorry

for you around here.

Workin' for an arsehole like that

can't be easy, but...

...I've gotta protect my business.

Quite right, Henry, quite right.

Okay, but listen, what if I...?

Your delivery guys only deliver

in this area on a Wednesday.

I play golf on a Wednesday.

- Could someone else not be here to...?

- No.

Toddle off.

Why have we stopped?

Regulations. Can only drive for so long

without takin' a break, it's the law.

Thanks for the ride.

You got a name?

Zoe.

Pretty.

I should really get going.

What's the rush?

- No!

- Oh yeah.

No, stop!

Stop!

Help!

Hello, Dexter.

I was surprised you wanted to see me, Max.

Of course I wanted to see ya.

I just always assumed that you probably

blamed me for what happened with Molly.

You know, there's...

There's not a day goes by

when I don't think about Molly.

She was my daughter.

My only daughter.

You were like a son.

Losin' her like that was, no...

tears me apart.

Me too.

But you have to move on, don't you?

That's the way she woulda wanted.

One million pounds.

What?

In two days' time, a jeep will be passing

through here on its way to the airport.

Onboard is six million pounds.

Our European cousins, they're movin'

some assets offshore.

At least that's what they think.

I want you to steal it.

How'd you even know about it?

And our money ain't

what it used to be, Dex,

but you can still do a lot

with a million pounds.

You can move away from

all these bad memories.

Go somewhere warm, buy yourself a bar,

spend the rest of your days

drinkin' the profits.

You just got to do one last job.

Who gets the rest?

Me.

Oh, and the tip, of course.

My own crew?

You can take Al and that lunatic Topic.

The other side want two

of their people on.

Just in case, ya know?

Guys I've never worked with?

Not exactly.

How'd it go with, er...?

- Probation?

- Mm.

Twenty minutes of playbook

before cuttin' me a benefits slip,

tellin' me to keep out of trouble

and away from bad influences.

You come to the wrong place then, mate.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Not quite.

Dex.

So... how was Her Majesty's pleasure?

Was she as good for you as she was for me?

You remember Al.

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