All language subtitles for Happy Valley 206.srt - eng(3)

Congratulations. He's been charged,
that fella you tipped us off about.

Have you not heard?
Apparently another body's turned up.

I bet he'd love to see you.

- I wondered about writing to him.
- You should.

Couple of weeks ago,
that new miss wheland.

Asking Ryan questions about his dad.
Have you met her?

It's her.

- I've done things.
- Is it to do with those women?

You'll visit me, won't you,
mum, in prison?

Alison: I don't think you'd like prison.

Long story sideways.

Our Ryan's been coming home from school
talking about Tommy Lee Royce

as this poor misunderstood fella
that we all need to forgive.

Someone in this school
is putting ideas into his head.

Someone left a birthday present,

an expensive birthday present,
on our doorstep with a card, "from dad."

Now, he is starting
to think of that evil,

twisted, murdering bastard
as his father,

because some deluded...

Someone in this school
is filling his head

with deeply inappropriate ideas.

Do you recognise that person?

- No.
- It's a woman, it ain't a lad.

Our Clare thinks
it looks like miss wealand, your new ta.

Shafiq: You all right?
Catherine: Yeah.

Shafiq: You seem a bit preoccupied.
Catherine: I'm fine.

You do know we're not gonna get
a cup 0' tea, don't you?

Yeah, well.
I just want to make it clear

to Alison that I am still dealing
with them scroates,

despite Daryl's
sophisticated, delicate efforts

to take the law into his own hands.

Sarge.

Catherine: Was it like that
when you arrested him?

Shafiq: I don't know.

I can't remember.

I've an idea
it was parked the other way round.

Catherine: Hello?

Alison?

Daryl?

Hello?

(Groaning)

- Alison?
- (Alison groaning)

Alison? Can you hear me?

Alison, it's Catherine cawood.

Sergeant cawood.

Alison, listen, love, listen to me.

I want you to squeeze my hand
if you can hear me.

Check upstairs,
see if there's anyone else,

anyone injured and be careful.

(Switches on radio)

Bravo November four-five.
Urgent assistance required.

Far sunderland farm, up wainstalls,
off cold edge road.

I need an ambulance,
there's a 40-something woman,

Alison garrs, suspected overdose.

Diazepam, not sure how many.

She seems to have washed 'em down
with vodka and whisky.

Her pulse is weak,
but she's conscious and breathing.

Alison? Alison.

There's also a male.

I'm fairly certain it's her son,
Daryl garrs.

Fatal gunshot injury
to the back of the head.

Possible weapon at the scene.
I need f-sup here to prove.

I need the on-call di.
I need the duty sio.

I need a CSI.

I need any available troops
to come and secure the scene.

God knows what's happened,
but it's carnage.

Officer over radio:
I've got all that for the log, sarge.

Is there anything else?

No, I'll keep you posted.

- Alison? Who's done this, Alison?
- (Alison groans)

Who's done this to Daryl, Alison?

- Alison, can you hear me?
- No.

Come on.

Put your arm round me, come on.

- Upstairs is clear.
- Let's get her out of this.

I thought you weren't
supposed to move people?

- Just, just...
- Where shall I get hold of her?

Oh, man up, Princess.
Use your initiative.

Officer: Ambulance on its way
to you now, four-five, from keighley.

Eta 16 minutes.

Catherine: Keighley?

They're all tied up in halifax.

(Groans)

Catherine: Get your mobile out,
dial 999.

Alison!

I need a paramedic talking to me.

I need to know
what the latest is with an overdose.

Shafiq: Hello there,
it's constable shafiq shah here,

collar number 9242,
I've got a lady here, she's taken...

- Diazepam, whisky, vodka.
- Diazepam, whisky, vodka.

- We need advice.
- Stay with us, Alison! Come on, love.

You're not gonna fall asleep on me,
I need you awake.

Shafiq: Conscious, yeah,
but she's struggling to stay with us.

Alison, listen. Alison, who shot Daryl?

Who did that to Daryl? (Panting)

- I don't know.
- Who was here?

Did you see what happened, Alison?
Who was here?

Nobody. No one was here.

Right, you need to induce her to vomit.
Yeah, then what?

Then you... then clear the ainnay
and put her in the recovery position.

Okay. Tell you what, you go back inside
and get some water and a blanket.

And try not to tread on anything, like
the floor, any more than you have to.

Officer over radio: The request's
gone in to f-sup, four-five.

Cid've been informed
and they're on the way.

I've also put the request in for a CSI.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

What's the best way
to make someone sick?

Stick your fingers down their throat.

Oh, yeah, and get my hand bitten off?

(Sighs)

Okay, Alison. Listen.

I need you to be sick.

No, no, no.

No. Alison.

- I know it's not pleasant.
- I'm just...

(Weakly) I'm going to lie down.

Yeah, you can lie down,
but I just need you to be sick first.

No.

Can you stick your fingers
down your throat for me?

No.

I can't let you go to sleep
until you've been sick, Alison.

You're not lying down
until you've been sick.

Shh, it's fine.

-Alisonl -it's fine.

No. Stay awake, Alison!

Right. Who shot Daryl? Alison. Alison?

Alison.

(Softly) I shot Daryl.

You? You shot... you?

You shot Daryl?

- Mmm.
- You? You shot...

Why, Alison, why would you do...
Why would you do that?

(Retching)

(Groaning)

(Switches on radio)

Bravo November four-five.

Could you contact mr Shepherd
or d! Shackleton at norland road?

And tell them there's a vehicle here
that could be involved

in operation Syracuse.

It's a peugeot 205.

It's red, it's damaged.

Officer: Will do four-five.

Alison. Did you really?

Alison?

Mmm.

I'm going to have to caution you.
(Sniffles)

Okay.

Phew.

I'm arresting you. Do you understand?

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

I don't feel so good.

(Indistinct conversations)

- Steve, come away for a bit.
- Steve: Sure.

What's... has there been a development?

A woman, up wainstalls,

has just shot her own son
in the back of the head.

- By accident?
- Uh, no.

No, she'd taken an overdose,
pissed out of her skull.

And apparently, the reason she did it,
she's just told Catherine cawood,

is because the son told her about
what he did to those women.

- Is he dead?
- Well dead by the sound of things.

Jesus.

Jodie: (Clicks tongue) I know.

I need everyone in the briefing room.

Apparently, he also said
he didn't do that Vicky Fleming one.

Can I get everyone
in the briefing room now, folks? Please.

Thank you.

And he told his mother that he wouldn't
have had to do that last one,

if people hadn't kept thinking
that he'd done that Vicky Fleming one.

We need to reassess everything
that we've got on Vicky Fleming.

We need to find
this mysterious boyfriend

one of her colleagues at work mentioned.

The one we thought
Vicky must have been making up.

(Sobbing)

(Door opens)

(Footsteps approaching)

How's it going up there?

Like piccadilly circus when I left.
More detectives than prime-time TV.

I think they'll be there a while.

Are you okay?

(Sighs)

She shot her own child
in the back of the head.

- Are you still seeing that therapist?
- Yes!

Yeah.

I've got some intel for you.

Tommy Lee Royce's Scottish visitor
is a woman called Frances drummond,

45 years old,
she's a pharmacist from linlithgow.

Well, she was until very recently.

- (Mobile ringing)
- Shit.

Shit. Oh.

Clare: Hello?

You're not gonna believe this,
it's mental.

- She's mental.
- Who's mental?

Well, not miss wealand,
because miss wealand, cecily wealand,

a qualified teaching assistant
from linlithgow, is dead.

What?

Dead and had her identity stolen.

- So, who's...
- She is called Frances drummond.

Also from linlithgow, a pharmacist.
God knows, don't ask.

And she visits Tommy Lee Royce
in Gravesend

and now lives in hebden,
as cecily wealand.

Shit. Oh, shit.

- I know.
- No, I mean... (Sighs)

Do you want me to get round
to the school?

No, no, no.

I'm just waiting
for some intel from east lothian.

They're talking
to cecily wealand's partner.

Well, widower.

I need a copy of the death certificate,

then cid'ii go in
to arrest her for fraud.

Wow. Fraud?

Yeah. Fraud by false representation.

We'll have to deal with whatever
the hell she thinks she's been doing

regarding our Ryan
after we've dealt with that.

- Hang on, she's, she's, she's...
- She's targeted him.

It's properly creepy, she's obtained
a job she's not qualified for.

She's stolen a dead woman's identity

specifically because this woman
had the right kind of qualifications

to allow her to get close to Ryan

so that she could fill his head
with pap about Tommy Lee Royce,

who she, Frances drummond,
visits in Gravesend.

- (Phone ringing)
- Phone, I've gotta go, bye, bye.

- (Line disconnects)
- Oh.

Yeah, I've got polsa team
pulling the place apart.

There's all sorts of stuff
in his bedroom.

Chances are there'll be stuff
he's hidden as well, I think. (Sighs)

Dare I say it,
I'll be surprised if this isn't him.

Have you had time
to think through a media strategy?

Yeah, the minute we're in a position
to break the news...

Oh, oh, did you fast track that DNA swab
they took last week?

- Yeah, yeah, I did.
- Thanks.

Yeah, the minute we're in a position
to break the news,

I want images
of Vicky Fleming out there big time.

On every news channel.

I want the date that flat was burned out
seared into people's brains.

I want people thinking back to that
night, what they were doing that night.

We just didn't get that message
out there big enough last time,

somebody must have seen her.

Somebody must have seen
or heard something.

Yeah. Yeah.

Because if they didn't... oh, god knows.

You know, whoever burnt that flat out
knew exactly what they were doing,

as regards destroying evidence.

And whoever mutilated her body knew what
this lad was doing to these other women.

I'm looking at who's here.

All doing their jobs.

And I'm thinking about everybody there,

everybody on the team,
my team in the office.

Might not be a man.
Which one of 'em would do that?

Which one of them
would be capable of it?

Well, there are other explanations.

Yeah, but address the question.

Well, your first instinct is nobody.
Nobody's capable of that.

But then, the truth is
anybody's capable of anything.

In the right circumstances.

So, come on. Who?

- Why would I do it?
- Oh, you?

Yeah, let's start with me.

Under what circumstances
might I end up doing that?

You'd do it if you wanted to
get rid of somebody and disguise it,

somebody who'd upset you, obviously.

I mean, the way she was strangled,

it's not like it wasn't an accident,
was it?

Vicky Fleming had John Wadsworth's
number on her mobile phone.

He accounted for it.

He, uh... he did an investigation
at the building society three years ago

when he was
with the economic crime unit,

and it isn't even
like the number was ever used.

Well, there you go,
that's a perfectly, reasonable...

But people use secret shagging phones,
dontthey?

That they could destroy in a fire.

And the thing is,
his marriage's been a bit shit lately.

Oh, well, better arrest him then,
eh, boss? (Chuckles)

I know.

I've known the man 23 years,

you feel like washing your mouth out,
dontyou?

After you.

These gentlemen need to talk to you.
This is miss wealand.

Frances Elizabeth drummond.

Sorry?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of fraud
by false representation.

Contrary to
section 2 of the fraud act 2006.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Do you have a mobile phone?

Ryan cawood needs
to talk about his father.

He needs someone who will listen to him.

- You've been here under false pretences.
- Think about Ryan.

I have to explain that to the parents
and to the governors

and to the children.

Clare: So, what'll happen?

They'll charge her.
And then they'll bail her.

And then what?

And then

somebody might need to pop round
to her house on upper brunswick street

and have a quiet word with her about
taking the high road back to linlithgow.

And will that be you?

Well, you know me, I wouldn't want her
to break her bail conditions.

She won't be allowed within 500 yards of
Ryan and/or members of his family, so...

Ey, you'll not credit.

I looked in on winnie.
She's only gone and got ilinka a job.

How?

Clare: Cleaning at white lion.

How?

Clare: Gordon popped round.
Four doors down.

And he knows Tanya.

I think he's her uncle
and she's the manager.

So, ilinka went round there with him
and Bob's your uncle.

I said, "can you get me a job, winnie?"

So, what? Is she stopping?

I know, that's what I said.

And winnie goes, "well,
we've got the alarm now, haven't we?

"And I have asked Catherine

"to not bother
sleeping in that conservatory any more."

Are you all right?

Just an odd day.
When I got there this morning...

Shot her own kid's head off.

Your own kid.
What does it take to do that, eh?

I mean, obviously, it takes finding out
you've given birth to a serial nutter.

But then, after she'd explained that,

she goes, "only he didn't
do that fourth one, that Vicky Fleming.

"He wanted people
to know that wasn't him." Like...

"Oh, well, that's all right then.
As long as he didn't do that one."

God alone knows what she's been through.

So, who did?

Well, that's the 64-million-dollar
question now, isn't it?

Frances, I'm not here as a police
officer, I'm here as Ryan's grandmother.

I want to sort this out.

I want to understand you,
and I want you to understand me.

I know you've never had
a criminal record.

I know you've held down
a very responsible,

perfectly respectable job
for the last 15 years.

I want to understand why you've done
what you've done,

I want to know what you want.

And I want you to know things about me.

- Can I come in?
- (Mumbles)

Or we can go down the road
and get a cup of tea somewhere,

if you'd prefer.

Your people came here. They took things.

You've had a long day.
Probably quite an unpleasant one.

I won't take up
any more of your time than I need to.

Okay.

What I think, you see,
is that you're not a bad person.

Far from it.

And you believe what you've done,
you've done for the best.

Ryan should have
a relationship with his father.

However difficult things are.

Look, I realise everything
you know about this, us,

you've been told by him.

Tommy Lee Royce.

And I... do you mind if I sit down?

And I realise you're in
a relationship of some sort with him.

We're getting married.

I know you're probably
not going to accept

a lot of the things
I'm going to tell you right now.

But obviously I have a very
different perspective on it all to him.

And I want you to hear it.
Whether you accept it or not. Okay?

- He's a sex offender.
- (Mumbles)

He raped my daughter.

He was very fond of your daughter.

Oh, no. No. He took advantage of her,
brutally. Brutally.

And after Ryan was born,
she took her own life.

That was nothing to do with him.
He was in prison by then.

It had everything to do with him.
She was traumatised.

We are going to have different versions
of the same story,

but please credit me with...
I was there.

When she gave birth and after.

And I know what she went through.

You deprived him
of having a relationship with his child.

You never even
let him know he'd been born.

Tommy Lee Royce is a psychopath.

No.

He's a murderer and he's a sex offender.

And you must know,
you must realise, that I think,

you have allowed yourself
to be deluded by this dangerous man

because you're infatuated with him.

You might not want to believe
that he raped my daughter,

but you do know, you do know,

that he raped Ann Gallagher,
murdered Kirsten mcaskill

in the most hideous manner,
and Lewis whippey, and Brett McKendrick.

And he tried to murder me.

Lewis whippey was the one
who raped Ann Gallagher.

And he was the one
who murdered Kirsten mcaskill.

- Not Tommy.
- That's not what the court decided.

On very solid forensic evidence...

Tommy did kill Lewis whippey
and Brett McKendrick,

but only in self-defence.
He attacked you only in self-defence.

Okay, so, obviously that's his version,

and clearly that's what
you're choosing to believe right now.

Which worries me, Frances,
because it makes you

a woman who all your life appears
to have been law-abiding,

logical, kind, normal...
It makes you seem a little bit unhinged.

And certainly misguided if that's
what you're prepared to believe.

Do you want to know what I believe?

I believe that no one is born evil.

Yes, he will inevitably have put
his own slant on it all

and made it seem not as bad
as it might really have been.

But we all do that, we're all human.

But he isn't evil.

He's a product of his childhood,
and he had an awful childhood.

But he isn't intrinsically evil.

We condemn the sin, not the sinner.

With help and kindness,

I believe he'll become the person
he was always capable of being.

Good and kind and gentle and thoughtful.

Surely it would benefit him and Ryan
if they could have a good relationship.

Frances, you're old enough
to be his mother.

I think you are actually older
than his mother was when she died.

Does that not ring alarm bells?
Does it not worry you?

No. Why should it?

He's using you.

He's used you just to get close to Ryan.
He's groomed you.

You've been groomed. You've been picked,
you've been chosen,

for what he can get out of you.

He could be very fond of Ryan
if you'd let him.

No, no, no, Frances.

You can't begin to imagine on
how many levels that will never happen.

- Why are you so angry? So negative?
- No, I'm not.

It's you who's deluded about
this dangerous man, because he's pretty.

Oh...

- You're jealous.
- Oh, no. No.

No, I'm shocked, I'm disappointed

that a woman of your obvious
intelligence and ability

can allow herself to be fooled
by this... this... this...

You know what, tell me this.

If he looked like, I don't know,

Ian Brady
or Peter sutcliffe or Jimmy savile,

or some other sad, twisted fuck,

would you believe a single word he said?

- But he doesn't look like them.
- (Sighs)

On the inside he looks
exactly like them.

And one day, maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,

but soon, the scales will fall away
from your eyes, because they always do.

And you'll realise how much damage
he's inflicted on you.

A nice, kind, normal person who
this really shouldn't have happened to.

Male reporter:
At 17 minutes past 4:00 this afternoon,

the remains of the dead man
were removed from the farmhouse.

A woman who also lives at the address

remains under police protection
at a hospital in halifax.

I'm not in a position at this moment
to tell you any more about the body

that was found at far sunderland farm
this morning.

However, I can tell you
that at this time

we're not looking for any suspects

in relation to the deaths
of Ana vasalescu,

aurelija Petrovic, Lynn dewhurst
or Elise may Hughes.

We are, however,
still appealing to the public

for any information
regarding the death of Victoria Fleming.

We're asking people to think back
to the evening and the night

of Thursday, the 12th of September.

Anyone who lives in ripponden,
or visits ripponden

to check their diaries,

and think of anything suspicious
that they might have seen or heard.

If anyone was out in ripponden
that evening,

particularly anyone out
into the small hours

on Thursday the 12th of September,

we would be very keen to talk to them.

- Everything all right?
- Clare: Yeah.

Just“

Neil wanted to tell you something.

I knew Vicky Fleming.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I was just nipping through
to talk to one of your lot actually.

I've got some information that might
be relevant about Vicky Fleming.

I don't know that it helps.
But it's interesting.

- If you could pass it on to mr Shepherd?
- Sure.

He's a friend of me sister's,
this, um... uh, bloke.

Are you all right?
You look like you've got flu.

Yeah. Uh, I think I'm starting with it.
Go on.

Yeah, he's called Neil ackroyd,
he lives down hebden bridge.

He's happy to come in
and be interviewed, although...

Well, it's sensitive.
He knew Vicky Fleming.

This is about four or five years ago.
He was having a fling with her.

He was married and apparently,

she tried to blackmail him...
Well, she did blackmail him.

She must have drugged him
and then taken photos of him.

Compromising photos.

And then threatened to e-mail them
to everyone he knew,

all his family and friends,
if he didn't pay up,

'cause she'd downloaded his contacts.

Anyway, he couldn't pay
what she was asking,

and she ruined his life.

He lost his family, he lost his job,
his dignity. He became an alcoholic.

That's his name and number
if you want to pass it on.

'Cause whoever killed her could've been
someone she was blackmailing.

Thank you.

You want to get yourself home to bed.

Uh, I know. Yeah, thank you. Thanks.

- Morning.
- Morning, ma'am.

(Ann speaks indistinctly)

That John Wadsworth.

He's not this detective
you told our Daniel about, is he?

Why?

No, I just...
I think you did well to avoid that one.

Why?

I just gave him some information

that I thought might be pertinent to
theinvesflgafion,

about this fella that Vicky Fleming
blackmailed years ago.

And he has this
glazed look in his eye. Like... durr.

- What, and you think it's him?
- Who?

The fella she blackmailed?

No.

No. But I'm thinking...

Whoever did it
could be someone else she's blackmailed.

Whereas he's... really not interested,
right over his head.

You can do a lot better than that, love.

Well, I didn't fancy him
if that's what you were thinking.

Catherine: Good morning,
you lucky people.

(Breathing heavily)

Oh!

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversation)

Morning.

- Can I help?
- Uh, yeah. I hope so.

Uh, I'd like to speak to someone.

I've got some information
that might be relevant,

uh, regarding the, um...
Victoria Fleming.

Right, this morning. We've got
two people who've come fonnard.

We've got, uh... Gary sugden.

Yeah, who's the landlord
of the wills o'nats pub up slaithwaite.

And Gemma tomkinson, who works at
the travel inn at ainley top.

Both of them are saying
they've seen a woman

who they believe
might have been Vicky Fleming,

at their establishments, with a man.

Both are talking about
a man smartly dressed, professional,

shirt and tie, suit, clean shaven,
white, late 40s, early 50s,

at around the time she went missing.

She, this Gemma, describes the man
as not looking very well.

So, interviewing those two this morning
takes priority.

This Gemma also reckons
they might still have some cctv,

even though it's more than
28 days since it happened.

She's checked her records,

and this was, uh, three days
before the flat was burnt out.

Three days before Vicky Fleming
last turned up at work.

We've also had a number of calls from
people who were in ripponden that night,

these are all new people, people
who did not come fonnard last time.

(Indistinct conversations)

Sorry. This is probably mad.

But when we were doing house-to-house,
weeks ago, me and John Wadsworth...

And I'm not just saying this
because he stood me up.

He was never off his phone,
making furtive phone calls.

And I remember saying to shaf,
"he's having an affair."

And then like, a couple of days later,
a week after my mother died,

he was asking me how he could
get his hands on a £1,000.

And he looked like shit.

I know everyone's busy
thinking outside the box,

but the fact does remain
that it'd make a lot more sense

if it was someone inside
theinvesflgafion.

Like, he was being blackmailed.

Catherine. Uh, there's a fella.
I've put him in there.

He says he's got some information
about Victoria Fleming,

and he wants to see a detective,

but they're still all up in the briefing
and he's itching to get off to work.

- So, could you...
- Sure.

It might be relevant.

I'll mention it.

Mr tattersall? I'm sergeant cawood.

If you want to give me
a few brief details,

I can pass your information on to cid,
and somebody will contact you.

Uh, okay.

Uh, well, the thing is, I've been
having a... in a... having a...

In a... relationship.

Uh, she's married and I'm married.

And her husband's
having an affair with someone else.

Anyway, he was away from home
one night, "on obs," he said.

He's a police officer.
And I was round at her house.

'Cause normally when he's on obs,
he's out all night.

So, um, this particular night, uh,

he turned up 1:00 in the morning.

Yeah.

Which was exciting.

The point is she rang me last night,
Amanda, his wife did.

And we checked our diaries.

And it's the same night
Victoria Fleming went missing.

Well, the same night
her flat was burnt out.

Sorry, you think this bloke might have
something to do with Vicky Fleming,

because he caught you in bed
with his wife at 1:00 in the morning?

Yes.

- What's his name?
- John Wadsworth.

Jodie: Paul, can you interview
this Gemma tomkinson?

John, can you phone these people back
who've left messages?

I'm just gonna go to the chemist
and get something for this, uh, cold.

Jodie: Oh, yeah.
You do look like shit warmed up.

I shan't be long.

- Jodie: Go home.
- (Stutters) I'm fine.

Jodie: Alastair.

He did this.

After they'd arrested that lad,
that first one, that Saturday morning.

He must have thought
he'd got away with it.

He came round our house
and he knocked me about.

And that was interesting in itself,
'cause he was going,

"where is she then? Where's this woman
I've been having this affair with?"

I shan't be long.

Obviously by then she was dead,
so he could say that.

John?

John!

John.

(Exclaims)

John, wait.

I just want to talk to you!

John! I just want to talk to you.

John!

- Fucking idiot! What you doing?
- (Car horn honks)

Jesus.

Bravo November four-five.
I'm chasing, it's complicated,

but I'm chasing ds John Wadsworth,

who I believe has been
involved in the murder of Vicky Fleming.

Follow that BMW. Put your foot down.

Units to sowerby bridge railway station.

(Police siren blaring)

For once in your life in the right place

at the right time,
doesn't it feel good, eh?

God knows what his plans are,
but this is a dead end.

Oh, bollocks!

(Tyres screech)

Oh!

Catherine: Throw it broadside!

Hand brake!

That's b-r-a-k-e.

He's heading straight for the tracks.

Mike over radio: Four-five.
Do not follow.

Brava November four-five, do not follow.

Bollocks.

(Panting)

Oh, fuck.

Oh! Oh! (Panting)

You don't come near me!

John, it's not that high.
You're not gonna...

You're just gonna break your legs
and make a mess.

- Piss off!
- Shit.

He's on the bridge opposite the Nick,
he looks like he's gonna jump.

Shit.

Come on, we both know
she was blackmailing you!

And I burnt the evidence, didn't I!

There's other people's evidence.

There's this Neil bloke I told you
about, for one. And there's...

More than likely there's others.

She spiked my drink!

She took photos of me looking stupid and
she was going to send them to people!

- I know.
- Everybody!

People I work with, my mother, my kids,

people I don't even know that well!
They're just people...

People you don't even like,

just people you've had
on your phone for years!

Yeah, I know! I know.

I asked her to just let me go
and she wouldn't, and I begged her!

And I didn't mean to kill her.

Well, I didn't go in there to kill her,
it just...

And so I did
this ridiculous thing to her.

Hideous.

And god knows...

That's not me. That's not what I'm like.
I'm not.

I'm not a monster, I never have been.

John.

You come any closer,
I'll take you with me!

You were blackmailed.
It was provocation.

That's mitigating circumstances.

And it sounds to me like manslaughter.
It's 10 years, less.

And you and me both know
you could be out.

Yeah, but I'll neverwork again.

Have you got children?

Oh! (Sobbing)

- No, I'm sorry. I am sorry.
- Shut up!

Sorry. Sorry.

I've...

(Stuttering)

I've not done any negotiating courses.
Have you?

Yeah.

Suicide intervention training.

So...

So, what should I be saying to you?

Well, you should be telling me

that you're here
to make sure I get out of this alive.

Yeah, well, I am. I am here for that.

You should use my name a lot.

Okay. John.

You've got to be assertive.

Reassuring.

Empathetic and kind.

And you've got to listen.
You've got to be a good listener.

And you tell them that even though
they can't see a way fonnard, you can.

And that in 24 hours' time,
it'll all seem very different

to what it might look like now.

But you see, it won't.

This can only get worse.

So, what you gonna do?

Mess my record up
before I've even started?

You take your time, and I'll just...
I'll just stand here. Okay?

I'm not going anywhere. All right?

I'll just listen. Or I'll talk.
Whichever you prefer.

You tell me, John.

I love my kids.

Yeah.

Oh!

(Catherine cries)

I really need an eta on the ambulance.
Thank you.

- Y'all right, sarg?
- Yeah.

(Police radio chatter)

(Siren wailing in distance)

There but for the grace of god.

Really?

He stuck a broken bottle inside her
and then prayed to god

someone else'd get copped for it.

That isn't what I said to him,
by the way. I did try and talk him down.

I'm pleased to hear it.

You all right?

I thought I'd got through to him.
I thought he was stepping down.

Then he just went limp.
And this odd look came over his face.

(Voice breaking)
He said, "I love my kids."

(Cries)

What a shit week!

Sorry.

(Door unlocks)

Officer: It's all right, son, sit down.

It's bad news, I'm afraid.

Pending an inquiry into
some of the people who visit you,

it's been decided
by the wing supervisor, and others

that your visits and your phone calls
will be suspended for a while as of now.

Why?

That's all I can tell you.

Suspended? What? Everyone who visits me?

- As I've explained.
- Phone calls?

- Yeah.
- Why?

- I've told you everything I can.
- (Shouts)

Officer: Calm down.

Don't do that, Tommy.

You fucking bastard!

- Calm down.
- Fucking bastard! (Screams)

- Hello, Frances.
- What do you want?

These are some of Tommy Lee Royce's
other visitors.

That one, Gina Flynn,

she's a 45-year-old accountant
from wannick.

Turns out he's engaged to her
as well as you.

And that one, justine niewinski,
she's from essex.

A student. Major in politics. She's 23.

He's engaged to her as well.

And that one, Lena Dixon,
fitness instructor from leicestershire.

Also engaged to him.

You take care of yourself. Okay?

(Door unlocks)

Officer: There's your post,
sweet cheeks.

(Door closes)

- (Sighs)
- You okay?

It was odd the other day
talking to Alison in the hospital.

Why?

She told me her story.

You know...

Yet another everyday story
of country folk.

Herdad.

He interfered with her.

Daryl was his son, not his grandson.

Jesus.

She brought up this kid, this child,

this aberration

that she loved and hated

because what else could she do.

And she was terrified of him
finding out,

so she tried to stop him bothering
with the local lads.

So, they picked on him.

And they knew anyway.
They knew something. Somehow.

So, they became like outcasts,

panahs.

Something to poke fun at.

I said, "did he ever know?"

And she said
she thought he'd worked it out.

Although they never talked about it.

She said,
"because I never had the language."

And I thought, "yeah".

"I know."

Ryan: Can we get a dog?
Clare: No.

Ryan: Why?

Clare: Because you wouldn't
look after it.

Ryan: No, I would. I will.
I'll walk it and feed it and everything.

(Chuckles) Yeah, for the first week.

- So, I was thinking maybe a rottweiler.
- Oh, are you?

- An alsatian then.
- An orangutan.

Perfect.

- Okay, a doberman.
- Yeah, right.

- A great Dane.
- Nope.

- Ryan: A siberian husky. A st Bernard!
- (Clare laughs)

Ryan: Is that a yes?

- Why can't you get something smaller?
- Like a pit bull?

No, like a goldfish.

Fish are rubbish!
You can't talk to a fish!

I need something
with some more personality.

Granny. Granny.

I'd get him a dog just to shut him up
if I was you, mother.

(Grunts)