All language subtitles for Happy.Valley.S02E02.1080p.BluRay.x265-PGW

The victim is a Lynn Dewhurst.

We are now looking at
a serial offender.

Clare?

Do you remember Neil Ackroyd?
We were at school together.

We've not seen each other
since fifth form.

Lynn Dewhurst... Whoever did it
raped her with a broken bottle
and mutilated her.

Now, they're accusing me of strangling
and bottling Lynn Dewhurst.

How do you know I'm not going to
make life difficult for you?

- What do you want?
- £1,000 a month.
- I can't, Vicky!

She's ruined my life.
She's untouchable.

Right, take your seatbelt off.
We're here.

Here.

Just along here.

So you told him?
You could have just said nothing.

- He kept on at me, he kept asking.
- And did you tell him the rest?

"And she used to shoot crap
up her veins" as well?

No, of course I didn't!

You know he's going to go
repeating that at school?

This is Ilinka.

Ilinka, this is Daniel.

Say hello.

Hello.

- And this is Clare.
- Hello.

Sit down. Sit.

She doesn't speak any English, so...

- Tea. Do you want any tea?
- I've just boiled the kettle.

Great.

Some tea?

Jako ste ljubazni.

OK, yeah. So, Ilinka came into our
nick this morning - try and smile -

and she'd escaped from
a house up Peveril Lane,

where she was being kept prisoner,

along with 21 other women who've
been trafficked from Croatia.

You're kidding?

She's been shunted from one house
to another for over four years.

Eight of them in every room
at this last place.

She's been doing a ten-hour shift
six days a week for £10 a week

at Bowen's biscuit factory
up Rastrick.

- That's...
- Slavery, yeah.

Anyway, I got an interpreter on
the phone - that took three weeks -

then I got the OSU, spoke to
the trafficking unit in Sheffield

and we busted them out, the women.

The only trouble now
is housing them.

Managed to get ten of them in at
a women's refuge in Huddersfield,

six have gone to a hostel in Leeds
and five are at the Mission

waiting for the council to
sort out their flights back home

and Ilinka's going to stay with...

Winnie? Hi, it's Catherine.
Do you want to come across?

Yeah, she's here.

I have indeed got the
kettle on, Winnie. Ta-ta.

I always thought Winnie were Polish.

She's Yugoslavian... as was.

What's up?

He has told our Ryan
that I... am an alcoholic.

It wasn't so cut and dried as that,
as I have tried to explain.

Nine years old, and he's telling him
stuff he never needed to know.

He asked. He used the word
"alcoholic".

- Did he?
- I didn't...

- I didn't know what to say.
- When was this?

Last week. It was when you were
at the hospice - when Helen died.

Right, well, tell him
you misunderstood,

you got the wrong end of the stick,
and she's not.

But that's... That's lying.

He'll think I'm someone
who makes stuff up.

No, he'll think you're someone
who gets the wrong end of the stick.

He's not daft. In fact,
he's the opposite of daft.

He's very bright,
he's very perceptive.

And he'll know straightaway that
I'm talking shite - sorry -

and that'll just reinforce
the fact that she is...

Was... an alcoholic.

It's only me!

Come on in, Winnie.

Where is she?

Oh, jadnice!
Sto ti se dogodilo?

Moram razgovarati sa svojom
obitelji! Treba mi telefon.

Da, mozete doci kod mene kuci
I koristiti moj telefon.

Ova policajka je bila jako
ljubazna prema meni.

And it is just for
two or three nights,

till the trafficking unit sorts
something out. She knows that.

She's saying you're very kind.

Mi cemo se brinuti o tebi,
draga moja.

And I am saying you're wonderful...

as long as we all stay
on the right side of you,

cos, if we don't,
you're a pain in the arse.

Trouble Town
by Jake Bugg

Light left on
in the bathroom, again.

- His bedroom light on,
her bedroom light on.
- I'm going back up there!

- You're not up there now.
Who's left that?
- He did.

So what? I can't find my calculator.

So don't pour so much cereal
if you're not going to eat it!

It's all to pay for -
it doesn't grow on trees!

He needs to calm down.

I do not need to calm down!

I need to not be surrounded
by people who take the p...

Who take the mickey all the time.

- See you.
- Yup.

What's up with him?

- God knows.
- Eh?

It's this killer, it's this bloke
who's murdering prostitutes.

They're tough jobs to work on,
I suppose. I don't know.

No need to take it out on us.

'In Calderdale
in West Yorkshire,

'police chiefs have called for
increased vigilance in the community

'following the linking of the murder
of three women in the area

'over the last five months.'

Catherine, you're not going on
the house-to-house, are you?

No. That would be unethical,

what, with me being
prime suspect, etc.
- Just checking.

They're going on the house-to-house,

so, unless you can find
any more staff,

I'm going to arrest a 15-year-old
at Salter Hebble High

for dealing skunk behind
the science block.
- OK, good.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning.

Do you know how it's grown?

You don't know and
you don't care, I know.

I'm going to tell you anyway,

because, you never know,
it might serve as a wake-up call.

They find a terraced house,
rip everything out -

including the bathroom,
all the fixtures and fittings -

and fill the whole place
with cannabis plants.

Then they employ a load of illegal
immigrants - well, I say "employ",

I use the term loosely - to chuck
a load of seriously unpleasant

illegal chemicals on them
to make them grow far too fast.

And not only that...

Once they've ripped
the bathroom out

and there's nowhere to go
and do the necessary,

they shit on the plants.

No, they really do.

That's what you're
dealing with here.

That's what you've been handling.

Human faeces.

Get in, idiot.

'Catherine?'

Boss.

You busy?

No.

OK. So, I've just heard,
and I thought you'd like to know -

'the Home Office have
given Tommy Lee Royce

'permission to attend his
mother's funeral tomorrow,

'at the crematorium in Elland.

'I've just heard, just now,

'so I thought you deserved
to know in advance,

'before you saw it on the news
or in the papers.'

Right.

♪ Orangey carrots and turnips cream

♪ Reddening tomatoes
that used to be green

♪ Brown potatoes in little heaps

♪ Down in the darkness
where the celery sleeps

♪ The apples are ripe
The plums are red

♪ The broadbeans are sleeping
in the blankety bed. ♪

Woo!

Sit down, everyone.

Now, this morning,
I'm delighted to tell you

that we have a new
member of staff joining us.

Miss Wealand has come all the way
from Linlithgow in Scotland

to take over from Mrs Etherington
as our new teaching assistant,

and I'm sure you'd
all like to join me

in giving her
a really big, warm welcome.

One, two, three...

Welcome to our school,
Miss Wealand!

Thank you, I'm delighted to be here.

Is that an approved technique?

For getting people out of bed, yeah.

Do you enjoy this job?

- It's not all house-to-house.
- Only, you never look happy.

If you had to lay your hands
on £1,000, just like that,

what would you do?
- Ask me dad.
- What, and he'd just shell out?

He's a millionaire, so...

probably not.
- Your dad's a millionaire?

He's, like, so rich it's boring.

Wow.

So, how does he feel
about you being a PCSO?

Oh, you know.

"Hundreds of millions of pounds
spent on her education

"and she wants to be
a bloody policeman."

Only not so polite.

Why do you need £1,000?

It's complicated.

You're not exactly a barrel of
laughs yourself, you know, kid.

Yeah, well, it's my mother's
funeral tomorrow.

Is it?

Oh, God. I'm sorry, I had no idea.

- I haven't been advertising it.
- You shouldn't be at work, Ann.

I'd go mad at home.

Was it sudden?

Cancer.

I'm sorry. I am sorry.

You could always buy
a lottery ticket.

- You're joking.
- Nope.
- Sarge?
- Yup.
- How do you know?

Gorkem read it on the box,
just before it got classified.

She's been questioned cos
she left threatening messages

on Lynn Dewhurst's answering
machine days before she died.

That'll be why she's not
been on the house-to-house.

- She can't do anything connected
to the murder inquiry.
- That's mad.
- It's stupid.

Yeah, but is it? Lynn Dewhurst.

So what? She strangled her and stuck
a broken bottle up her f... andango.

I'm not saying she did it.
I'm just saying they questioned
her over a week ago,

and she still isn't being given
any duties on the job.

That's how she were the only
one off on that raid yesterday

with the trafficking unit.
- What raid?
- Yesterday!
She tasered a bloke.
- Seriously?

You people need to get your ears
glued to the ground better.

- You tasered a bloke, Sarge?
- Er, food.

I did, yeah. How much do I owe you?

£2.25. What did it feel like?

Good, yeah - given that, one minute,

there's a bloke coming at you
with a baseball bat,

and, the next, he's flat on the
floor, quivering like fucking jelly.

Sarge, Sarge, Sarge!

Get back! Get back!
Drop the bat!

Taser, taser!

Oh, shit.

Obviously, I was trying to
shoot him in the chesticles,

not in the family jewels.

But you know...

If you're going to wave a baseball
bat around in front of a woman

who's just completed
her taser training,

you're asking for
a bit of excitement.

Careful, Ann!

Sarge's got a bottle in her hand,
keep your legs together!

Mr Tekeli...

Perhaps you'd like to
take yourself outside

and check the oil and water
in all the patrol vehicles.

Oh, sorry. Were you in the
middle of your dinner? Bad luck.

Perhaps you'd like to clean your
mouth out whilst you're down there.

- Ann, can you step into my office,
love? I need a word with you.
- Yup.

Chop chop!

It were only a joke.

Nobody in their right mind
thinks that you did that.

The Home Office are letting
Tommy Lee Royce out

for his mother's funeral...

...which is tomorrow.

Your FLO will be in touch to
tell you all this, but I heard,

so I thought you ought to know.

He'll be closely guarded,
there'll be an armed escort,

he'll be handcuffed at all times.

They'll have done
a full risk assessment

and an operational order
will be in place.

He'll be in, out,

and straight back to the same
nasty little cell in Gravesend

that he'll be occupying
for the next 500 years.

Where?

Where's his mother's funeral?

Elland.

Before...?

No, it's after.
Later in the afternoon.

- Right.
- You won't see him.

I said I don't need any help.

You do need help, love.

You need all the help you can get
with your reading.

I don't, not if I'm going
to play for Man City.

I told her. I said...
I spelled it out for her.

Did you, indeed?

- Hiya.
- Hiya.

- She talks funny, and all.
- Funny in what way?

- She's Scottish.
- Who is?

- His new TA.
- Miss Wealand.

Well, it sounds to me like
she's trying to help you,

so you just try and be nice to her.

I hate reading.

Winnie wants you, before you
start pouring yourself any tea.

Don't do that, love.

Only me, Winnie.

- Here she is. Now, then, Catherine...
- Aww.

- Thank you, Catherine.
- How's she been?

She's been absolutely fine.

Good, good. Did you want to see me?

Look at this.

To je Aurelijina odjeca.
Moja prijateljica Aurelija.

- She had this friend, Aurelia.
- Aurelija Petrovic.

They were shunted from one house
to another every few months

by these people, these men, but they
always managed to stay together,

her and Aurelia,
and they became very close.

Aurelia, as well as working at
the biscuit factory, she... They...

- They made her...
- Prostitution?

Da. Then, one day,

she thinks about
12 or 13 weeks since,

she never came back,

and she has not seen her since.

And these - and she seems very
certain about this -

are HER clothes.

The girl they never identified.

She says they didn't have
many clothes, any of them.

- Aurelia?
- Petrovic.
- Petrovic.

OK. Tell her...

We're going to have to go
back down to the station

and talk about this to the
team working on the murders.

Catherine, zeli otici u
Sowerby Bridge s tobom njom

I razgovarati o ovome sa ljudima
koji istrazuju ubojstvo.

- Policijom?
- Da.
- Ne, ne, ne, ne.

She does not want
to talk to the police.

- Why?
- Knezenvici ce me ubiti.

She says the Knezevics
will kill her.

She's mentioned these
"Knezevics" more than once.

How? How did she mention them?

Well... Just as a threat.

Did she see any of
the Knezevics? Ask her.

Jeste li ikad vidjeli
neku od Knezevica?

Ne, ne, ali jedan od njih je dolazio
u kucu ponekad spavati s Aureliajom.

- What?
- One of them used to
come to the house, to...

...do the business with Aurelia.

But she never saw him.

Who are they?

The Halifax mafia.

Of course it'd be the Knezevics
trafficking women.

That'd be... right up their alley.

Tell her... this is murder...

...Knezevics or no Knezevics.

In fact, good - anything
we can get on the Knezevics,

we have to report it.

We have to do it for Aurelia...

...and we have to do it now.

I don't know why they won't let me
sit in and translate for them.

It's protocol, Winnie.

They'll have me
written off as senile.

Do you want me to take you home?

No, no, no, no.

No, no.

I'll wait for her.

Poor lass.

How do they get into
a pickle like this?

Do you really want to know?

Now you'll think I'm senile.

They promise them a better life,
and a job.

Then, when they get here, they take
their passport and their papers,

siphon off their wages...

...tell them they're sending it
all home to their families,

along with any letters they write -
which, of course, they aren't -

and they don't know any better.

The penny only drops months later,

when they've never had any letters
back from their families.

And then, when the penny does drop,

there's very little
they can do about it...

because the only people
they've had any contact with

are the ones that trafficked them
in the first place, and each other.

- It's evil.
- Yep.

Well, if you know damned well
it's these Knezevics doing it,

why don't you arrest them?
- Oh, Winnie...

They're clever, clever... bastards.

It's one thing knowing
somebody's done something.

It's a different kettle of fish

having the evidence
to arrest them for it.

How...

How did she escape?

She was on a fag break from
Bowen's biscuit factory.

Ilinka Morati mi pomoci!
Ako me uhvate ubiti ce me!

Molim vas pomozite mi.

Language line.

'They don't run, normally,

'because they've got
no idea where they are, '

and they don't speak any English,
and they're terrified.

So, effectively, they're trapped.

All they know is where they live
and where they work.

They're taken there and back
in a minibus every day.

That's all they know.
That's their life.

She got over the wall
and just ran and ran and ran.

She'd got no idea
where she was going to,

and, if they'd caught her, they'd
have beaten her black and blue.

Sergeant Cawood.

- Oh, is this Mrs Babic?
- Winnie.

Andy Shepherd,
Detective Superintendent.

We're very grateful to you, Winnie.

This has opened up whole
new lines of inquiry for us.

- I wanted to say thank you.
- It's my pleasure.

Can I have a word?

Ilinka's concerned that
she may have been followed -

here, to the nick.

- How, sir?
- I don't know,

but you let her go outside for a
comfort break, yesterday afternoon?

- Yeah.
- She thinks she saw a car,

which disappeared as soon as whoever
it was driving it saw a uniform.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So, the concern is that,
if she's right,

whoever it was may have followed you

when you drove her back to
your house later in the day.

- Oh, shit.
- Yup.

But I'd have noticed, I'd have seen
if somebody had followed me.

How sure can you be?

It isn't as if you were
looking for it, is it?

So, what you've gone and done,
inadvertently -

and I'm sure with
the best of intentions...
- No...

There was nowhere else to take her.

Nowhere else had any space.

What you've done is put
that little old lady in there

in a potentially very vulnerable
and dangerous position.

If it's who we think it is,
these people don't muck about.

If they think Ilinka's told us
stuff that could compromise them -
and she has - they'll kill her.

They'll put a petrol bomb through
the door, they'll do something.

I've contacted the security people.
They're going to put a CP alarm
in Winnie's house.

They're going over there right now,
they'll be there when you get back.

I'm not going as far as
an Osman warning
I don't want to freak her out

but perhaps you could explain
to Winnie what they're doing

without causing her any more alarm
than we need to.
- Yeah.

And do yourself a favour, Sergeant.

Hurry up with your alibi for
either of the first two murders,
and then we can eliminate you.

No-one is doing this to
embarrass you, Catherine.

It's ticking boxes.
We all know it's ridiculous -

you've got the QPM, you're
a credit to the police service.

We all know you're not a killer.

Please, just do it. OK?

Sir.

Oh, shit.

You all right?

- Dad?
- Yep.

You coming downstairs?

In a minute.

People keep asking after you.

Mm.

- I wish we didn't have a full house.
- Yeah.

Well...

...they'll all be gone
after tomorrow.

And then it'll be just you and me.

I'm sorry we don't always
see eye to eye,

because I do love you, you know?

And I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

I sacked this fella at work
the other day.

It's been bothering me.

- What did he do?
- Oh, he made a mistake

and then he didn't handle it so well
and I had to pick up the pieces,

so I gave him his marching orders.

- So?
- So...

So, your mother would have persuaded
me to give him another chance,

even though he's had loads already.

You see, she never gave up
on anyone, your mum.

She never stopped seeing
the good in folk.

It's Tommy Lee Royce's
mother's funeral tomorrow.

They're letting him out.

It's at Elland.

I know.

Alec rang.

The Family Liaison Officer.

I had to do house-to-house
on Bateman Street this morning.

- Up King Cross.
- They should never
have made you go up that street.

I'm not scared of that street.

And I'm not scared of him.

I'm not scared of anything.

See you later. Goodnight.

Drive safely.

So, you know where I am.

And I'll sleep in our conservatory
tonight, then I'm handy.

Don't be so damned silly,
you'll freeze.

Tell her to get some sleep.

- Catherine kaze san.
- Not to worry...
- I ne brinite.
- ..about anything.

I'll tell her, I'll tell her,
I'll tell her.

I'm sorry about this.

You get some sleep yourself, lady.

- Night-night.
- Night-night.
- Lock this door.

Oh, I thought
I might leave it wide open

and put a sign out.
"Traffickers this way" (!)

Oh, and an arrow.

Boop.

Yeah, OK. Night-night, Ilinka.

Night-night.

Night-night.

Good morning.

Morning, boss.

I've come to let you know
you've been given

permission by the Home Office
to attend your mother's funeral.

- When?
- Today.

You'll be leaving in half an hour.

You'll be driven there
under armed escort.

You'll be handcuffed at all times.
OK?

You came straight here from court
after your conviction,

so I'm assuming you've
got a suit of some sort?

Yeah, yeah...

- They took it off me...
- I've sorted that out.

I'll leave it with you.

You all right, son?

Tea?

Ooh...

I got the note. Why?

Oh, er...

I didn't want to disturb you...

No, I don't mean
"why did you leave a note?",

- I mean "why are you sleeping
in the conservatory?"
- Oh.

Winnie. We put an alarm
in her house last night,

in case anybody unsavoury
followed Ilinka.

So... I just thought
I'd keep an eye out.

- You never knock off, do you?
- I shouldn't have brought her here.

Well, I should, because
she needed to be somewhere,

and I don't think
they did follow her, but...

I was stupid not to think about it.

He's gone -

Neil.

He starts his shift at the shop
at half past six.

I had a really good chat
with him last night.

Oh, is that what it was?

I told him...

I've got a bit of history.

It turns out he does too.

- I know.
- You know?

A couple of drunk and incapables,
yeah. I PNC'd him.

- I didn't think you were
supposed to do that.
- We're not.

- Not for personal...
- It's a sackable offence.
Don't tell him.

Why didn't you tell me
that you knew?

I didn't know whether you'd
want to hear it or not.

- When was this?
- Five or six years ago.

You see, that's when
his marriage broke down.

It sounded awful.

He had a good... I mean, a really
good job at the building society.

- And then he got involved
with this woman...
- Oh...

Oh, and you're whiter
than white, aren't you?

- Why did you PNC him?
- I don't know, instinct -

the way he flinched when I took my
coat off and he saw my uniform.

Anyway, it all got very unpleasant,
and she started making threats...

Did she boil his bunny?

I don't know,
but it all became known.

She told his wife and his kids
and he had a breakdown.

A proper, real deal,
nervous breakdown.

He couldn't speak.

He lost his family, his house, his
job, his self respect. Everything.

So, he ended up drinking...

...and that must be
when that happened,

when he hit rock bottom.

- Does he drink now?
- No.
- How do you know?
- He told me.

He's a good person, Catherine.

He always was.

At the time of her death,

Aurelia Petrovic was living at
58 Hibernia Street in Boothtown.

She was, according to Ilinka,
34 years old.

Ilinka also told us that she
came from a village called Ivanec

in Northern Croatia, and that she
has a mother and a sister there.

So, let's get hold of Europol.

Their ground officers should be
able to help us trace her family.

I want as much information
on the family as possible.

When did they last have any contact
with Aurelia? I want detail.

The Hibernia Street address has been
secured as a potential crime scene

and CSI are en route.
Let's see what that throws up.

Let's liaise with the ops room
for the Peveril Lane raid,

because they should be
collating full profiles
on the women found there

and this could be crucial
to our investigation.

If Aurelia was trafficked,
I want to know when, who by,

and what she's been doing
since she entered the UK.

Who lived at 58 Hibernia Street?
Who visited? Who owns it?

"I am not going...

"to ask... you again, George...

"said... Granny."

My granny doesn't look like that,
like a little old woman.

She'd know how to deal with
this George lad better, and all.

- What does your granny look like?
- She's a policeman. Woman.

Is she?

She chases scrotes
and druggies and nutters.

What about your other granny?

- I haven't got another one.
- Your dad's mum.

We don't talk about me dad.
And anyway...

How did you know Granny
isn't me dad's mum?

I didn't tell you that.

Oh, I must've just made
a lucky guess there, Ryan.

- Come on, bit more.
- Why are you all dressed up?

- You're very good at diversion
tactics, aren't you?
- Am I?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm dressed up because I'm going
to a funeral this afternoon.

So is my granny -
and my Auntie Clare.

Is she? Are they?

I wanted to go as well so
I wouldn't have to come to school,

but they wouldn't let me.

- Did you know Helen as well, then?
- Helen?

No.

No, I'm going to
someone else's funeral.

Whose?

You didn't know her.

I said, "Stop being
a push-over, you pillock.

"You've got to take decisive action.

"You can't let yourself
get bullied like this.

"You're a copper, for God's sake -
a bloody good one and all".

'I do realise I'm playing with fire,

'with you being a policeman
and everything.'

Hello?

Hi. It's me.

I've, er...

You're right.

You're right, I should leave her.
I should have left her years ago.

So... I'm going to go round
this afternoon...

Well, this evening, after work,

and I'll get my stuff and...

that's it, I'll tell her.

Then I'll be round at yours.
Is that all right?

Well... yeah.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Great.
- Well, you must feel relieved,

now you've made that decision.
- Yeah, yeah, I do.

What time will I see you?
Shall we say half seven-ish?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I'll cook.

Great, that's fine.

Great.

OK.

Bye.

There will be a memorial service,
a proper one, at the Minster.

Got the date sorted on that.
That's all.

Mr Gallagher.
Sorry, Nev, to interrupt.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

I tried to catch your eye
at the crem,

but obviously you had a lot
on your mind, and I realise

you probably might not want me here,
but I just wanted to say sorry,

again, about that other business.

Sean...

What am I going to do with you?
Eh, lad?

Who's that?

That is Sean...

Somebody who works for Nev.

He's been inside.

He used to hang about at the
Mission just after he got out.

Helen got him on
the straight and narrow

and he's been working
for Nev ever since.

Balmforth! Sean Balmforth.

What?

I was down Stoneyroyd Lane
a couple of days ago,

warning the girls to be extra
vigilant with this bastard out there

doing what he's doing, when
this van came creeping along.

Then, when whoever it was
saw me, they sped off.

So I PNC'd the vehicle, and that was
the name that came up as the owner -

Sean Balmforth.

You see, that were
the thing with Helen.

Just occasionally, there'd be
someone come along, and you'd think,

"I wouldn't touch that bastard
with a barge pole".

But she never thought like that
about anyone, ever.

- Look, I've got to go.
- Eh?

I've stuff to do.
This is your crowd. You stay here.

I'll pick you up later.

OK if I take the car?

- I don't actually know
that many people...
- Yes, you do. Liz is here.

OK, but if I get bored,
I'll need picking up sooner.

- I am coming back.
- I thought we were stopping.

I'm just going to slip out.

I am the resurrection and the life,
says the Lord.

Those who believe in me,
even though they die, will live.

♪ All things wise and wonderful

♪ The Lord God made them all

♪ Each little flower that opens

♪ Each little bird that sings

♪ He made their glowing colours

♪ He made their tiny wings

♪ All things bright and beautiful

♪ All creatures great and small

♪ All things wise and wonderful

♪ The Lord God made them all. ♪

...who died and was buried
and rose again for us.

Unto Him that is able
to keep us from falling,

and to present us faultless

before the presence of His glory,
with exceeding joy,

to the only wise God our Saviour,

be glory and majesty,

dominion and power,

both now and ever.

Amen.

The Father and the Son
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

What's that fucking bitch
doing here?

Who let that bitch in?

She killed my mother.

You killed my mother,
you filthy bitch!

I know what you did!

You're going to get what's coming
to you, you filthy fucking whore!

Get off me, you bastards!

You're going to get
what's coming to you!

You filthy fucking whore!

Get off me, you bastards!
Get off me!

She killed my mother! Get off me!

You filthy bitch!

Get off me, you bastards!

- Hiya.
- Where are you?

Nowhere. It's my day off.
Why, where are you?

I do my best for you,
you know, Catherine.

What the hell did you go there for?

I don't know. To make sure.

- What?!
- I don't know.

Right. Well, I've just had
my arse kicked by the Super

for not explaining
to you beforehand...

if you were so much as thinking
of turning up there today,

it would be considered
grossly inappropriate.

Yeah, piss off, whatever.

Also... Are you listening?

Also, you've still not
alibied yourself,

and turning up there
at the victim's funeral

has not helped your case
one jot, one iota,

one tiny little bit.

I haven't got a case.

This is really serious, Catherine.
You have got a case to answer!

You found the body,
you made threatening phone calls,

you had a motive, and now you've
turned up at the victim's funeral!

- What motive?
- Revenge -

against Tommy Lee Royce.

You've demonstrated very, very
poor judgment going there today.

Catherine?

Yeah, I'm still here.

Right, well, stop pissing about
and get yourself eliminated.

I can't. I've checked everything.

My calendar, my pocket book,
my smartphone,

the roster, everything.

There's nothing.

I wasn't doing anything with anybody

who can give me an alibi
on those days, so...

I mean, I probably was, but
I've no record of it, all right?

Boss?

Mike?

Hey, Dad.

- You can have an apple and that's it, OK?
- Oh, you're back!

I've been called out on obs.
We're following a suspect.

Oh, right. How are you feeling?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It might be two days.
Hopefully not.

If it's going to be any longer
than that, I'll let you know.

- You need to catch this bastard.
- Yeah, we will.

- Right, see you.
- Bye.
- Ta-ta.

Where's he going?

Work. Always work.

So, how's this going to work?

I mean, I have to be frank -

I don't feel much like
being intimate...

with the threat of those pictures of
me out there somewhere in the ether.

So, what did she say?

Amanda, when you told her.

She said she knew.
She said she'd known for a while -

well, suspected.

- Did she want to know who I was?
- Yeah.
- Did you tell her?
- No.

I know you're worried about the
children, but we can make it work.

You can bring them here.

- There's not room.
- Yeah, obviously.

We'd have to get somewhere bigger.

At some point, yeah.

You will have to give me the phone,
and anywhere you've backed them up.

I mean, we have to have
that trust back. Don't we?

Well, I have to.

So, she didn't go mad?

- She didn't make a big scene
in front of the kids?
- No.

I wonder why...

Maybe it hadn't sunk in yet.
I don't know.

Maybe she didn't want to make
a scene in front of them.

- She didn't follow you, did she?
- I doubt it.

I made a moussaka.

There you go.

You snuck off.

I had things to do. Is Clare about?

I think they're in the garden.

Her and Ann. I think
they're having a cigarette.

She thinks...

..I don't know she smokes.

Ann, not Clare. I know she smokes.

Clare?

Oh, shit, she's here.

- Evenin', all.
- Finally.

What's going on? What are you doing?

It's OK, calm down. I just... I just
needed something to blur the edges.

Anyway, where did you
disappear off to?

How much has she had to drink?

- I don't know, I haven't been counting.
- Don't start.

- Don't start?
- She's allowed a drink, it's a funeral.

Do you want to get in the car?

Eh, come on, Catherine,
she's not 15.

Yeah, come on, Catherine.
No, no, no, no, no, no...

- Put it down.
- I don't need it.
- Good. Put it down.

Why don't you chill?

Today of all days,
to fall off the wagon.

Helen would've been
really proud of you.

Don't throw that out at me.
That's below the belt, that is.

Right, well,
what would she have said?

- Come on, put it down.
- I've been very upset today.

I know you've been upset,

but you can make the right decision,
right now,

not to let this go any further.
When did she start?

Can we not talk to me
like I'm about six, please,

or not even present?

- Clare's an alcoholic.
- I didn't know that.

- That's right, go on, embarrass me.
- When did she start?

- She's not had tonnes.
- Who's "she"? The cat's mother?

I don't want to embarrass you,
Clare, I just want you

to not let this go any further
than it has done already.

I just want you to put that down
and I want you to get into the car.

Please?

Do you want me to treat you like
I'm your sister and I love you,

or do you want me to treat you
like I'm a police officer?

Which I will do, if I have to.

- I've not done anything illegal.
- Yes.

But, if you carry on, you and me
both know you probably will.

Well...

I need a wee before we go, anyway.

Right.

I'm sorry, Catherine.

I had no idea.

She'll go through your fridge,

she'll be in your cupboards, finding
things to take home with her.

Oh, fuck. Yeah. Here.

Thing is, though, how do I know you
haven't backed it up somewhere else?

Because I'm telling you.

Anyway, it doesn't matter now,
does it?

You're here.

You made the decision to come here.
That's all that matters.

Even if I had backed it up -
which I haven't -

as long as you're here,
it wouldn't matter.

What if I walked out?

Would you suddenly remember that
you had backed it up somewhere?

- Are you going to?
- No.

Well, then...!

- So, have you?
- Have I what?

- Backed it up somewhere?
- No.

Of course you have. I'm not stupid.

I only used that phone to take the
photos and e-mail them to you, so...

Well, yeah. Technically,

I could've e-mailed them to
my own e-mail address as well -

and any number of other people -
and backed them up.

But I didn't.

You're going to have
to trust me, John.

- Trust you?!
- Yeah.

You do realise... you could've
killed me with that bloody drug?

Where did you get it?

The internet.

Cooked up in someone's back yard?
Full of shit?!

I could be dead.

- So I wish you had killed me.
- Look, we can either...

Have you any idea of the misery I've
been through in the last ten days?

Look, we can keep going over this,
or we can move on.

I might need to
destroy your computer.

You're not destroying my computer.

- Did you send them to anyone else?
- No.

Did you?

No.

Pudding?

Stop it! Don't you dare
touch my things, you pig!

Agh, you...

bitch!

You've had that coming!

Calm down... Stop it.

Get off! Calm down... Get off!

You get off!

Get off me!

Get off me...!

Get off me!

Get off me! Get off!

I'll scream. I'll scream, John!

You're hurting me!

You shouldn't have done it!

You shouldn't have done it,
you shouldn't have done it!

They didn't know that
she shouldn't drink.

- What's she doing now?
- I've no idea, but at least she's in.

Unless she's shinning
down the drainpipe.

I'm going outside for a fag...

...if that's all right
with the Gestapo?

Where's she going to go?

It's gone 11 o'clock -
she'll not get served anywhere.

What's she doing?

She's just lighting up.

She'll go down the Jockey's.
They stay open all hours.

I thought they closed that down.

She's just smoking.

Mum.

- Clare?
- Fucking hell!
- Clare!
- Can you not leave me alone?

- Where you going?
- I'm not going anywhere.

- I'm coming with you.
- OK.

- I know where you're going.
- Whatever.
- Don't do this.

I need some space, I need for you
to stop pestering me, Catherine.

- What about Neil?
- What about him?

You see, this is
what it does to you -

it makes you selfish and
small-minded and unpleasant,

and that isn't you.
- You don't like him.

- I never said that.
- You PNC'd him!
- Shh...!

People don't need to say things,

you can still tell
what they're thinking.

Just one day - just for one day -
will you stop going on at me?!

No, Clare, this is the day
I need to go on at you!

Please. Please, don't do this.
I'm saying it because I love you.

I'm begging you. I'll beg.
I'll beg. I'll do anything.

I'll be fine.
Tomorrow, I'll start again.

No, tomorrow,
you'll need another drink.

- If you drink now,
you'll need more later...
- Will you shift?

I'm sick of you!

With all your holier-than-thou
police bollocks shit!

If you go down to the Jockey's,
one thing will lead to another.

You know what I'm talking about -

there's nothing
you can't buy down there.

You're not in charge of me,
Catherine!

Just get out of my life! Go away.

Right, well, that's it, then.

The door will be locked
when you stagger back,

and you can bang as loud as you
like. You'll not get back in.

- OK.
- I'll leave all your belongings

and your bits and pieces on the
street outside the front door.

- Whatever.
- Oh, and remember -

there's a fella out there

murdering and mutilating
vulnerable women

wandering about at night
on their own.

Shit.