All language subtitles for Happy Valley 202.srt - eng(3)

Jodie: The victim is 3 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 the fifth form.

Lynn dewhurst. Whoever did it raped her
with a broken bottle. Mutilated her.

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

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

- John: What do you want?
- £1,000 a month.

I can't, Vicky.

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

Clare: So you told him?
You could have said nothing.

Daniel: But he kept on at me,
he kept asking.

Clare: And did you tell him the rest?

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

No. 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. You got any tea?

- I've just boiled the kettle.
- Great!

Some tea?

(Speaking Croatian)

Okay, 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.

Oh, 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 10-hour shift
six days a week for £10 a week

at Bowen's biscuit factory up rastrick.

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

Anyhow, 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.

Only trouble now is housing them.

We managed to get 10 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
the flights back home.

And ilinka is going to stay with, um...

- Winnie: Hello?
- Winnie! Hi, it's Catherine.

- Do you want to come across?
- Is she there?

Yeah, she's here.

- Have you got the kettle on?
- (Whispering) This is winnie.

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

I always thought winnie were Polish.

Well, she's yugoslavian, as was.

What's up?

He has told our Ryan that I

am an alcoholic.

It wasn't just 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?
- (Stutters) 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 lying. He'll think
I'm someone who makes stuff up.

(Scoffs) 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 straight away
that I'm talking shit, sorry.

And that'll just reinforce
the fact that she is... was

an alcoholic.

Winnie: It's only me!

Come on in, winnie.

Winnie: Where is she?

(Speaking Croatian)

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.

(Winnie speaking Croatian)

(Chuckles)

And I'm saying you're wonderful

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

because if we don't... (Chuckles)
You're a pain in the arse.

(Radio playing indistinctly)

Light left on in the bathroom again.

His bedroom light on,
her bedroom light on.

- Amber: I'm going back up there.
- You're not up there now!

- Who's left that?
- Ben: 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 don'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...

Who take the Mickey all the time.

- See you.
- Yup.

- What's up with him?
- God knows.

Huh?

(Sighs) It's this killer, 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.

Mike: Morning.

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

No. That would be unethical,

what with me being prime suspect,
et cetera.

- 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.

Okay, good.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning.

Catherine: 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'll 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.

Mike over radio: Catherine?

Boss.

You busy?

- No.
- Okay.

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, uh...

I thought you deserved
to know in advance

before you saw it in 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,
and the plums are red

♪ the broad beans are sleeping
in the blankety bed ♪

All: Whool

sit down, everyone.

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

that we have a new member
of staffjoining 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.

All: Welcome to our school,
miss wealand.

Thank you, I'm delighted to be here.

(Continues knocking)

(Indistinct yelling)

(Screams)

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 my dad.
- What, and he'd just shell out?

He's a millionaire, so probably not.

Your dad is a millionaire?

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

Wow.

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

You know, "hundreds of millions
of pounds spent on her education,

"and she wants to be
a bloody policeman."

(Chuckles)

- Only not so polite.
- (Laughs)

Why do you need £1,000?

Hmm. It's complicated.

Come on.

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.

- Oh. Was it sudden?
- Cancer.

Well...

I'm sorry. I am sorry.

(Knocking)

You could always buy a lottery ticket.

Shafiq: You're joking.
Sledge: Nope.

Shafiq: Sarge?
Ann: How do you know?

Gorkem read it on the boxjust before
it got classified.

She's been questioned because
she left threatening messages

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

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

She can't be doing 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 fandangle?

I'm not saying she did it.
I'm just saying they questioned her

like over a week ago,

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

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

with trafficking unit.

- What raid?
- Yesterday! She tasered a bloke.

Shafiq: Seriously?

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

- You tasered a bloke, sarge?
- Catherine: Food!

- I did, yeah. How much do I owe you?
- Oh, thank you, love.

£2.25. What did it feel like?

It's 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 a fucking jelly.

(Indistinct yelling)

(Speaking Croatian)

Man: Sarge, sarge, sarge!

Get back! Get back! Drop the bat!

Taser, taserl

(man whimpering)

Oh, shit!

(All laughing)

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

not in the family jewels, but, you know.

If you're gonna 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.

(All continue laughing)

Ey, 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 while you're down there.

(Mumbles)

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

Yeah.

Chop chop.

It was only a joke.

Nobody in their right mind
thinks 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 my...

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

- Right. Mmm.
- 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 gonna 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.

Ey, winnie wants you before you start
pouring yourself any tea.

- (Imitates gagging)
- Don't do that, love.

- (Door opens)
- Catherine: It's only me, winnie.

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

- Thank you.
- Oh.

Thank you, Catherine.

- How's she been?
- She's been absolutely fine.

Good, good. Do you want to see me?

Look, look, look at this.

(Speaking Croatian)

She had this friend, aurelija.

Aurelija Petrovic.

And 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 aurelija,

and they became very close.

Aurelija, as well as working
at the biscuit factory,

she, um... they...

(Breathing heavily)

- They, they made her...
- Prostitution?

(Agrees in Croatian)

Then, one day...

(Stuttering) 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.

- Aurelija?
- Petrovic.

Okay, 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.

(Speaking Croatian)

She does not want to talk to the police.

- Why?
- (Speaking Croatian)

She says the knezevics will kill her.

Did she see any of the knezevics?
Ask her.

(Both speaking Croatian)

What?

One of them used to come to the house to

do the business with aurelija,

but she never saw him. Who are they?

The halifax mafia.

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 aurelija.

(Tapping table)

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.

Andy: Sergeant cawood.
Oh, is this mrs babic?

Winnie.

Andy Shepherd, detective superintendent.
We're very grateful to you, winnie.

This has opened up whole newlines
of inquiry for us.

I just want to say thank you.

It's my pleasure.

Can I have a word?

(Andy sighs)

Ilinka's concerned that
she may have been followed.

Here, to the Nick.

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

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

Yeah.

Well, 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.

So what you've gone
and done, inadvertently,

and I'm sure
with the best of intentions...

Look. 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 op alarm in winnie's house.

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

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.

We all know you've got the qpm.

We all know
you're a credit to the police service.

We all know you're not a killer.

Please just do it. Okay?

Sir.

Oh, shit.

Man: See you later. Good night.

- Catherine: Drive safely.
- Cheers.

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.

(Speaking Croatian)

Not to worry.

(Speaking Croatian)

About anything.

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

I'm sorry about this.

- Now 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, this way."

Oh, and... (Chuckles) And an arrow.

Ooh. (Chuckles)

- Yeah, okay. Night night, ilinka.
- Night night.

- Night night.
- Night night.

(Laughter in distance)

(Gate unlocking)

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

and you'll be handcuffed
at all times. Okay?

You came straight here from court
after your conviction,

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

Yeah, yeah.

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

I'll leave it with you.

You all right, son?

Tea?

Oh.

Clare: I got the note.

-Why?

I didn't want to disturb you and...

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...

Just thought I'd keep an eye out.

You never knock off, do you?

Yeah, well, 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...

Stupid not to think about it.

He's gone.

Neil.

He, uh, starts his shift
at the shop at 6:30.

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, and it

turns out he does, too.

I know.

You know?

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

I don't think
you're supposed to do that.

- No. We're not.
- Not for personal...

It's a sackable offence. Don't tell him.

Why didn't you tell me that you knew?

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

Oh.

So when was this? When he...

It was 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.

- An affair, a fling...
- Oh...

Yeah, 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.

Oh.

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,
the real-deal nervous breakdown.

He couldn't speak.

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,

aurelija 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 officer should be able
to help us trace the family.

Yeah, I want as much information
on the family as possible.

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

All right, the hibernia street address
has been secured

as a potential crime scene,
and cs! Are en route.

Now let's see what that throws up.

Let's liaise with the ops room
for the peveril Lane raid

because they should be
collecting full profiles

on all the women they found there

and this could be crucial
to our investigation.

If aurelija 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?

Ryan: "'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 my dad.

And anyway,

how did you know that
my granny isn't my dad's mum?

I didn't tell you that.

I must'vejust made
a lucky guess there, Ryan.

Come on, a bit more.

Why you all dressed up?

(Chuckles)

You're very good at diversion tactics,
aren't you?

- Am I?
- Mmm-hmm.

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

So are 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.

Andy: He just stood in my office
like a poor fella.

So, I said,
"stop being a pushover, 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,
and a bloody good one and all."

I do realise I'm playing with fire,

with you being a policeman
and everything.

(Line trilling)

Hello.

John: Hi. It's me.

I've, um...

You're right. You're right.

I should leave her.
I should have left her years ago.

So, um...

I'm, I'm going to go round
this afternoon,

well, this evening
after work, and, um...

(Stutters) |'|| get my stuff, and

that's it. I'll tell her.

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

Well...

(Stuttering)
Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Of course, yeah.

(Sighs) Great.

Well, you must feel relieved
now you've made that decision.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

What time will I see you?
Should we say half sevenish?

Um, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Hlcook.

Oh. Ah... great, that's fine.

Great.

Okay.

Bye.

(Indistinct conversations)

And there will be a memorial service,
a proper one at the minster in halifax.

(Exhales) Haven't got the dates sorted
on that at all yet, but...

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 might
not want me here,

but I just wanted to say sorry.

Again. For that other business.

Sean.

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

Who's that?

That is, uh, Sean

somebody. 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 worked for nev ever since.

Balmforth! Sean balmforth.

Hmm.

What?

I was down stoney royd Lane
a couple a 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.

And 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.

Look, I've got to go. I've stuff to do.

This is your crowd. You stay here.
I'll pick you up later.

Okay if I take the car?

I don't actually know that many...

Yes, you do. Liz is here.

Okay. But, if! Get bored,
I'll need picking up sooner.

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

I'm just going to slip out.

(Car door closes)

(Inaudible)

Vicar: "'I am the resurrection
and the life, ' says the lord.

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

"'and everyone who lives and
believes in me will never die."'

(Organ playing)

All: ♪ hallelujah

♪ 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 ♪

(Indistinct conversations)

Vicar: "Who died, who was buried
and who 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.

(Sniffles)

(Clears throat)

What's that fucking bitch doing here?

Who let that bitch in?
She killed my mother!

You killed my mother, you filthy bitch!

(Grunting)

I know what you did, and
you're gonna get what's coming to you.

You filthy fucking whore!

Get off me, you bastard!

You're gonna get it in the neck one day.
You're gonna 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!

Amber: Hi, dad.

Amanda: You can have an apple,
and that's it, okay?

Oh, you're back!

I've been called out on obs.

- We're following a suspect.
- Oh, right.

How're you feeling?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It might be two days, hopefully not.

If it's gonna be any longer,
then I'll let you know.

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

- All right, see ya.
- Bye.

Ta-ta.

Where's he going?

Work. Always work.

(Doorbell rings)

(Laughing)

So how's this going to work? I mean...

Well, 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.

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 no room.
- Yeah, but... yeah.

Obviously, we'd have to
get somewhere bigger.

Yeah, at some point, yeah.

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

(Indistinct conversations)

- Catherine.
- Catherine: Hiya.

You snuck off.

Yeah, 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... (Chuckles)
I don't know she smokes.

Ann, not Clare. I know she smokes.

(Ann and Clare laughing)

Clare?

- Oh, shit, she's here.
- Evening, all.

Finally.

- What's going on? What are you doing?
- It's okay, 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?

Come on, Catherine, she's not 15.

(Laughing) Come on, Catherine.

- Oh, 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.

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

All 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 tons.

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 in 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 to wee before we go anywhere.

Right.

- (Clattering)
- Shit, I'm sorry.

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. Yeah.

(Soft music playing)

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 email them to you, so...

Well, yeah, technically.

I could've emailed them
to my own email address as well

and any number of other people
and backed them up.

But I didn't.

You are going to have to trust me, John.

- (Scoffs) Trust you?
- Yeah.

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

Where did you get it?

(Laughing)

Internet.

Cooked up in someone's backyard.
Full of shit!

I could be dead.

Oh, so what? I wish you had killed me.

Look, we can either...

Have you any idea of the misery
I've been through in the last 10 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?

(Dishes clattering)

(Rattling)

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

Oh, you bitch!

You've had that coming.

(Vicky grunting)

Calm... stop it.

Get off! Calm down! Get off!

You get off! You get off, you bastard!

Vicky!

(Vicky grunting)

Get off me!

- Help me!
- Shut up!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off. I will scream.
I will scream, John.

You're hurting me.

- You shouldn't have done it.
- (Screams)

(Gagging)

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

Catherine: 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.

(Footsteps thudding)

I'm going outside

for a fag,

if that's all right with the gestapo.

Daniel: Where's she gonna go?

It's gone 11:00.
She won't get served anywhere.

What's she doing?

She is lighting up.

She'll go down to jockey's.
They stay open while all hours.

- I thought they closed that down.
- (Sighs)

She's just smoking.

Mum.

- Clarel Clare!
- Fucking hell!

Can you not leave me alone?

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

- I'm coming with you.
- Okay.

- 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?

Oh. 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. (Shushing)
- You pnc'd him!

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.
- Yeah.

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.

Shit! Will you stop it?

I'm sick of you, with all your
holier-than-thou police bollocks shit!

Do you know, if you go down to the
jockey's, one thing'll lead to another.

You know what I'm talking about.

There is nothing
you can't buy down there.

Clare: You're not in charge of me,
Catherine.

Just get out of my life. Go away.

Go away!

Catherine: 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.

Okay.

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!