All language subtitles for Happy.Valley.S01E01.Episode.1.EAC3.2.0.1080p.Bluray.x265-SiQ.srt - eng(3)

- Have you got a fire extinguisher?
- A f...?

For putting out fires. I've got one in the
car, but I may need something bigger.

There's a fella round the corner
reckoning to set fire to himself!

Yes, thank you, we're on top of that.
How much can I give you for these?

Hm, nice glasses.

Well, he can send himself to paradise -
that's his choice -

but he's not taking my eyebrows with him.

Man: Oh, what, you think
I give a toss about what you do?

You're just bloody scum,

- you're like pigs, like animals!
- Do we know his name?

Liam Hughes. 23.
Unemployed. Smackhead.

What's he upset about?

- His ex.
- His ex.

She finished with him three days ago,
now she's sleeping with his best bud.

We've got a high-ranking,
highly trained specialist expert

police negotiator on his way over
from Wakefield.

Eta?

Basically, it's you and me, kid.

(Jeering)

Go and close down
the comedy department.

The one and only... human barbecue!

You come any closer,
I'm gonna set meself off, all right?

What's happened, Liam?

I don't know what you've brought that for.

Well, if you accidentally
fireball yourself...

- There'll be no accident about it.
- You're going to get foamed,

and believe you me, it's not a good look.

How's it all come to this, then, lad?

I've been humiliated.

Humiliated?

I don't want to talk about it, all right?

You know,
actions speak louder than words.

Ok. Can I just say this, though, Liam?

The lighter's making me nervous.

You've had a lot to drink
and you've got the shakes

and you might press it without intending
to, and I'd like you to put it down.

- Just leave me alone, you stupid bitch.
- You're upset, I understand that.

The point I'm making
is that with all these fumes -

and frankly, I don't know how
you're staying conscious -

you could go up any second
whether you intend to or not,

and once you go up, you won'tjust
go up a bit, you'll go up a lot,

and the other big thing to say is,
it hurts.

Three seconds in you'll be
screaming at me to put you out,

seven seconds in
and you'll be begging me to shoot you.

Walkie-talkie: I've got a negotiator
on his way to you,

- but he's stuck in traffic.
- Ok.

(Catherine continues talking)

He says the big thing is to keep
the subject engaged in conversation.

Yeah, I think we've got that covered.

I'm Catherine, by the way.
I'm 47, I'm divorced,

I live with my sister,
who's a recovering heroin addict.

I've two grown-up children,

one dead, one who doesn't speak to me,
and a grandson, so...

Why? Why doesn't he speak to you?

It's complicated. Let's talk about you.

♪ There's a tower block overhead

♪ all you got's your benefits

♪ and you're barely scraping by

♪ in this trouble town

♪ troubles are found

♪ stuck in speed-bump city

♪ where the only thing that's pretty

♪ is the thought of getting out. ♪

Nevison'll see you now, Kevin.

Oh, terrific. Thank you.

- Kevin.
- Nevison.

- What's up?
- Oh, nothing. Nothing's up.

As such. I...

Can I...?

Can I...?

The thing is...

Melissa.

- Melissa.
- My eldest.

I know who Melissa is, Kevin.

She's very bright, she's very clever.

We tried to get her in
at salterhebble high,

but we're outside the catchment area.

The thing is, um... we...

Well, Jenny,
it was Jenny's idea.

She - Melissa - sat the entrance exam
to st Bartholomew's.

And they've offered her a place.
But not a scholarship.

There's a lot of competition.

We'd like to be able to send her there,
obviously,

but the thing is...

I'd need a pay rise.

If we can't send her there,
she'll have to go to Wellesley hill,

which, you know, it does its best, but...

This is a great opportunity for her
at st Bartholomew's.

I don't pay you peanuts, Kevin.

- No, nevison, I know that.
- How much is it?

- £9,800 a year.
- 9,800.

What about catriona?

- Catriona's eight.
- Yeah, but she's not daft,

is she? You can't send one
and not the other.

Well, we'll cross that bridge
when we get there.

19,600 a year for five years,
most likely seven.

- That's just shy of £140,000.
- 137,200.

Wellesley hill's not a bad school,
Kevin.

- I'm not saying it is.
- A clever kid will do well

- wherever they go. Look at me!
- That's...

Yeah... you're a great example
to all of us,

- of course, nevison. That's...
- The thing is, I've got

115 permanent staff working here, Kevin.

I know how many people work here,
nevison. I do their wages.

If they all asked for a rise so they could
send their kids to st Bartholomew's,

I'd struggle to make a profit, wouldn't I?

I didn't necessarily mean
the whole amount...

I'll tell you what I'm going to do, Kevin.

I'm going to think about it.

- Catherine!
- Hello.

I thought I might catch you.

Do you know anything about this man
who tried to set fire to himself

- this morning?
- Yes, he didn't.

No, I meant the one
who was threatening to.

An incident occurred and it was dealt with
swiftly and efficiently

- by community police officers.
- It's not engaging copy.

It really wasn't that exciting.

Are you doing anything this evening?

Teuy.

You... you wouldn't like to go
for something to eat, would you?

I'm losing me job.

We all are.

The gazette is closing down.

You're kidding.

128 years in print and now it's...

Well, it's not closing down,
it's all going online.

God, Richard, I'm... I'm really sorry.

They're announcing it officially tomorrow.

Got four weeks left.

Look, I've got to go,
I've got to pick Ryan up.

I assume you know,
but I only heard this morning,

I was covering something at court.

Tommy Lee Royce has been released.

Did you know?

I mean, I... I knew it'd be
around now, but...

Apparently...

He's out.

Oi!

Catherine!

Hello! Sorry, you haven't got
five minutes, have you?

Ryan!

He's such a nice little boy, Ryan...

Most of the time.

But then you let this unpleasant
temper get the better of you.

And I understand you get frustrated,

but you've got to find better ways
of dealing with it.

Did he... hurt anyone?

Well, no.

He hurt himself.

Nobody else got hurt, but the point is,
Ryan, they could've done.

When you start throwing chairs
across the room

and using unacceptable language...

And, you see, we do have a responsibility
to protect the other children.

Ryan: I'm watching telly.

Can you get changed first, please?

- Why?
- Cos I said so.

- Can I have some juice, then?
- Need you ask?

No, I mean are you getting it me?

Getchanged.

Lad down sowerby bridge
set fire to himself

- this morning.
- No, he didn't.

Apparently. Woman in t'shop said.

Do you want these?

Oh, ta.

You been busy?

Been down the allotment all afternoon,
I've only just got back.

There's some tea in the pot.

I saw Richard. He asked me out
for a meal tonight,

is that all right? Can you see to Ryan?

Sure.

That's a bit mad, isn't it?
A date with your ex-husband.

Won't the new, younger model
have something to say?

He's been in bother again.

Chucked a chair across the classroom
and told mrs mukherjee to eff off.

Do you sometimes think they overreact?

Tommy Lee Royce is out of prison.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I heard.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to upset you.

You did your best.

Well, it wasn't good enough.

It doesn't matter.

It matters.

Well, at least he thought about it.

And then he said no.

It was always going to be unlikely.

I'm not just anyone.

Jesus Christ!

No, and he knows that.

Does he?

Does he? How does he know that?

What does he do
that shows he knows that?

You tell me one tiny thing he ever does
that shows me he knows that.

It isn't like Kevin's just anyone, though,
is it?

Of course he isn't.

And I did think about it.

Which is more than I would have done
for anyone else.

Anyone else,
I would have said, "on your bike."

Well, the fact
that I've mentioned it to you

shows it's not a decision
I've taken lightly. Doesn't it?

Eh?

You're not looking at me.

You don't think I'm going to agree
with anything you say, do you?

How much did we spend
on her education?

- Let's not go down that route again.
- And what good did that do?

I might as well have
pissed it up against a wall.

Yeah, go on, and slam the door!

- (Door slams)
- Clang!

That was unnecessary.

I'm a nice fella, Helen.

And I'm a good boss.

I can't do for one
what I can't do for everybody.

Even if it is kev...

Have you...

Had an ok day, love?

I don't know what it is she doesn't get.

You don't move house
when you've just lost your job, do you?

You'd get it.

Yeah, well, you know...

You married her.

She goes,
"oh, something'll crop up,"

and I'm like, "well, what? I'm nearly 50,
I'm not trained for anything else."

Well...

Speaking of which, what was
the story this morning with that fella?

Oh, Richard...

It was a domestic.

He was off his head on booze,
off his head on skunk.

His girlfriend had dumped him, that's...

The usual everyday story of country folk.

Where did they take him?

Where did who take him?

The paramedics.

I assume there was paramedics.

I don't know, I didn't ask.

Out of sight, out of mind.

How did you talk him down?

I didn't. I tried to.

But then he got his cigarettes out.

He hadn't made the connection

that trying to light one of
his petrol-soaked cigarettes

would involve clicking his lighter,
so I foamed him.

What was his name?

I'm not...

Do you want to know
what you should do next?

How about this?

Instead of trying to dish the dirt on
one poor, misguided, misinformed numpty,

you write a big article.

Something you can sell
to one of the nationals

about why so much of it
goes on round here.

So much...?

Drugs!

Wasted lives!

This valley is awash with every kind
of crap you can get your hands on.

There's your story.

And do you want to know
where they took him?

They probably took him
to the psychiatric unit

when, in fact, all he needed
was a brief, controlled demonstration

of how petrol behaves when you put it
anywhere near a naked flame,

because he had no idea
how bad it would be.

Where's Tommy Lee Royce living?

I've no idea.

Is he living round here?

Catherine...

You know as much as me.

More, probably.

Hasn't he got a release address?

Yeah, his mother's.

I went back to the Nick
and rang probation.

She lives in a terraced house
on rishworth, but he won't be there.

Thanks.

Pleasure.

What time's she expecting you back...
From rotherham?

Midnight.

You're going to have to come inside.
I'm too old to start shagging in cars.

We have no luck.

We have a nice house.

We have two fantastic children.

Huh! Nevison says
people make their own luck.

Well, maybe that's easy
for nevison to say.

It's a stupid thing to say.

It's not like anybody
sets out to be unlucky, is it?

We all take opportunities if we can.

If we see them.

I think we do very well.

All things considered.

All things considered?

What does that mean?

Nothing. I just meant...

Given how little and dull
and ordinary we are.

(Sighs)

Half that company should be mine, Jenny.

And instead, every day,
I have to go in there, smiling,

- then bend over and take it up the arse.
- (Tuts)

Well, I'm sorry, but that's how it feels!

Day after day, week after week,

month after month, year after year.

There's still all pens left on this grave,
granny!

(Sign squeaks)

- Ashley!
- Kevin.

-Jenny.

Oh! Ladies!

- Hi, Ashley.
- Hiya.

- I've got a cheque for you.
- No rush.

- I'll pop down later.
- Any time.

You know me, I'm not going anywhere.

I've sorted you out your access, Jenny.

Wheelchair access to the games room,

if you fancy playing table tennis.

Oh, Ashley!

You can play table tennis, can't you?
You're not...

- I can. I love a game of table tennis.
- Good.

Well, it's all ready for you, then.

Our Ben and our Sam are about
if you're short of someone to play with.

Yeah! Can we get out, dad?

- Sure.
- Bye, mum! Bye, dad!

Enjoy your weekend.

Take him - Ashley.

Prime example.

- Of what?
- Of what I'm talking about.

You seen them cars?
Brand-new, 80-odd thousand.

All that from holiday caravan rentals.

I'm in the wrong game altogether.

I'm in the wrong god-knows...
Everything.

Yes!

Was that Richard I heard last night?

We didn't do anything
we haven't done a thousand times before.

Hey, I'm notjudging anybody.

I felt sorry for him, losing his job.

And she just goes on at him,
apparently, and...

What?

I get lonely.

I didn't want Tommy Lee Royce
buzzing round my head all night,

I wanted something else.

- Did it work?
- No.

Beep-beep!

He might not even be living
round here any more,

- he might've...
- Clare,

he's the sort that thinks
Manchester's abroad.

It wouldn't occur to him
to go anywhere else.

He wouldn't know
how to be anywhere else.

Like a rat.

He'll never be more than three feet away.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

There's a red kite! Dad!

Beautiful!

Lovely!

- Look at that, lads, eh?
- Ashley...

Ah... 475. Was that the right amount?

Spot-on, Kevin.

Shit.

That's...

What do you suppose that is, lads?

Search me, boss. No idea.

I've never seen owt like it.

Maybe you should ring the police...

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

You're right. I'll, er...

Can I just have a word with you, Kevin?

Regarding your next season's
rental on t'caravan?

There's a few bits and Bobs
I need to go through with you, that's all.

Could... we do that later?

I said I'd help Jenny
unload the shopping, she's...

Would you like a beer?

No, no, I...

- Come on, have a beer.
- I don't need a beer.

What's the matter?
I'm just offering you a beer.

Go and have a beer, Kevin.

Listen.

You don't need to worry. About me.

I haven't seen anything.

Well, I can see it.

It's cannabis!

No, I mean...

I mean, I don't know why there's bags of
camel shit in my bags of sand, but why?

Are you accusing me of something?

I don't want any trouble, Ashley.

I just want to go back to Jenny
and the caravan and...

I'm not happy making threats, Kevin.

I like Jenny, I'm fond of the girls,

but if you're accusing me of something,

that's a very serious business.

Ashley. Ashley, listen, this is...

You can trust me.

Believe me, I think people have to
make money the best way they know how,

and yes, actually...

Yeah. I would like a beer.

(Mouths)

Knob.

How would you like to
make half a million pounds?

Sorry?

It's not something I could do on my own.
I've thought it through,

I've thought through
most of the details, but...

I would need help.

Well, I'm listening.

Nevison Gallagher... has a daughter.

Ann. Nevison could afford to lose
half a million pounds, easily.

Any more, he might go to the police.

It'd take a good few days -
probably about a week -

to let him get
that kind of money together,

in cash, without arousing
suspicion at the bank.

And I don't know where we -
you - would keep her.

As I say, there's elements
I haven't thought through yet,

- but the basic...
- You're talking about...

Kidnapping her?!

She's just finished college,
she hasn't got a job.

No-one apart from them would miss her.

Just for a few days.

That's all it would take.

I thought you liked old nev.

No, Ashley. I don't like old nev.

Did you know, him and my dad
were best friends, at school?

They grew up on the same street.

They cooked the idea up together,
they kicked the whole thing off together.

Then my dad went off to college
to train to be an accountant

and when he came back
nevison offered him a job.

They were partners!

And somehow nevison sidestepped that
like he does sidestep things.

He'd got the lawyers in.

And my dad being my dad,
well, he just accepted it.

Can I think about it?

That's what nevison said...

When I asked him for a rise, so I could
get Melissa into a better school.

He thought about it...

And then he said no.

What did you say?

Oh, he's sorted, he's fine.

He's chicken shit,
nobody needs to worry about him.

I'm not happy wi' this new fella.

- He's fine.
- No, he's too quiet.

- He comes recommended.
- He keeps looking at me funny!

Oh, give him a break.

He's been inside eight years,
he's only just got out.

Get t'kettle on. There's summat
I want to talk through wi' you.

Both of you.

Tommy!

Do you want a cup of tea?

Granny, there's some flowers!

Who are they from?

Richard.

You're playing wi' fire there,
you know that, don't you?

You going to read me a story, gran?

(Whispers) I just want
five minutes to myself.

Have you got changed?

I will have by the time you get up here.

What about running a bath?

I'll bring you a cup of tea up.

(Child laughs)

- Tig.
- Tig!

Tig!

(Children shout)

Dad! Ashley says have you got time
to pop over to the house for two minutes

before we head off home?

Ok. I need one or two
more details off you,

but in principle, yeah.

It's a departure,

but me and Lewis and Tommy are confident
it's something we can handle.

Well, that's...

Obviously I've got overheads,
so here's what I can offer you.

10%.

10?!

But... no, look, this is...

We're talking 50 grand, Kevin.

Enough to put the kiddie
through school, more or less.

- It's what you wanted, isn't it?
- I want half!

I can'tjustify half, Kevin!

I'm the fella taking the risks here!

- You're not.
- I gave you information!

You did.

But the reality is, me and the lads

could turn the whole job round
without you - now.

Couldn't we? Eh?

So, in fact, you're lucky
I'm offering you anything at all.

You... you can't do that.
I could just go straight...

What?

What could you do?

Tell the police about my sand?

What sand?

I don't want to fall out with you, Kevin.

I want you to put Melissa
through this nice school.

It's what she deserves.
It's what you deserve.

You'll be 50 grand better off,

you won't even know
the thing's happened.

Hundred.

A hundred grand.

I want catriona to be able to go too,
when the time comes.

Right.

Fine. Hundred.

When... when are you...?

The less you know, kev...

You're a dark horse, you!

Aren't you? Eh?!

All right, lads?

You all right?

(Muffled) Fuck off!

I think that means
"come in, sarge," in Swahili.

Do you know what?
If I'd said that, it'd be racist.

Nah!

Oi, oi... where's your warrant?

I haven't got one, I don't need one.

Somebody rang three nines

and said they heard screaming
coming from this flat.

- Woman: Oh, that were me.
- Man: It were her.

- Woman: He smacked me on t'head.
- Man: Were an accident.

With the thing.

It were an accident.

Woman: It were an accident.

What's your name?

You, lad, I'm talking to you.

Jason tindall.

You can call me tinner if you want.

Right, well, can you pull that syringe
out of your foot for me, please?

Would you like to hear some jokes?

Yeah, if you're confident
I can handle 'em.

Liam Hughes is threatening to
press charges against me for assault.

Assault by foam? Yep, that's... yeah...
That's good, that's funny.

And - steady on, brace yourself -

the newsagent I borrowed
the fire-extinguisher off

has invoiced me, personally, for £75
to replace his fire-extinguisher.

The one he didn't even know he had!

Nice! Nice one.

I like them, they're both good.

Kevin. Hiya. Nevison wants to see you.

- What for?
- Dunno.

Ah, Kevin. Come in, sit down.
Shut the door.

Is, er... is something wrong?

Well, er...

We'll come on to that.

The good news is...
I can't review your salary,

not just at the moment,
but what I will do is -

and I definitely don't want this
bandying about

because I genuinely
can't do it for everyone -

I will pay the school fees.

Both of 'em.

You've got Helen to thank. And Ann.

One way and another.
They both had a go at me.

Ann...

Did she?

Mmm.

Well, I...

- I don't know what to say.
- There was something else.

Um, I've been thinking about, um...

Not retiring, I'd go mad,

but taking a bit of time off.

The thing is, you see,
Helen's been diagnosed with liver cancer.

- Helen?
- Four months since.

Prognosis isn't, um...

Anyway. Things she wants to do.

Places we've visited over the years
that she wants to, um...

So. Er...

The point is, I would like you
to deputise... for me.

I know you think I take you for granted
sometimes, Kevin, but...

Well, deputy managing director.

Temporary. Happen, happen not.

Is that something you, er...

Feel you could...

Handle?

In return for putting 'em
through this school?

I... I'm sorry.

About Helen.

Yeah.yeah.

It's shit. There's no other spin
you can put on it.

(Children chatter)

Sorry, Catherine.

You haven't got
ten minutes again, have you?

We have someone,
an educational psychologist,

who pops in once every three weeks,

and I'd like to ask her
to spend some time with Ryan.

He gets frustrated because
he struggles with his reading.

I don't think it's rocket science.

We can't keep letting him repeat
these sort of behaviour patterns

and not explore what
the root cause might be.

- No, I...
- You see...

We have had comments
from other parents.

It's simply a matter
of finding strategies. For him.

To become more aware of
when he's getting angry,

and how better he can deal with it,

in the moment.

And then finding targets for him...

It's not easy.

I know that.

- Would you like some tea?
- No.

Can I tell you something?

Of course.

Becky, my daughter,
died just after Ryan was born.

Yeah, I think I knew that.

He was six weeks old.

She never really wanted him, but...

She couldn't do anything
about it in time because...

I didn't know she was pregnant,

and she refused to believe
that she was, I think.

I think that's what
was going on in there, and...

- Tell me if I'm boring you.
- You're not boring me.

She was, um...

She...

She was raped.

She was, um...

And she couldn't tell me

because she was frightened
of how I'd react,

of me making her report it,

which, god knows, I wouldn't have done,

not if it was something
that she couldn't, um...

My husband found her.

She hanged herself.

In her bedroom.

I felt sorry for him.

I've seen dead bodies, he hadn't.

I had to look after Ryan.

I didn't have to, but I didn't think
there was an alternative, you know,

and he didn't ask to be...

None of it was his fault, was it?

Complete innocent in the world
and nobody wants you.

I didn't particularly, but Richard...

My husband, he couldn't stand it.

He couldn't stand
being in the same house.

I don't know why I'm telling you this,
except I do my best for him.

With him. I always have done.

I don't think anybody's ever
questioned that, Catherine.

No, hang on,
I do know why I'm telling you.

The father...

- Was he ever...?
- Caught? No.

No. And I could never prove
anything anyway, not now.

I know who it was, though.

He's been in prison for eight years.

For supplying drugs,

not for what he did to Becky. No.

No, he's got away with that.

And this wasn't
a "his word against hers,

"she might've given her consent

"but who knows, they were both
a bit drunk" job. It was brutal.

It was a brutal attack.

But she knew who it was.
She wrote his name down before she...

I'm terrified if Ryan's like him
in any way, shape or form,

which he's bound to be, isn't he?

- Not...
- But no, you're right,

ignoring it...
Won't make it go away, will it?

Getting changed,
then playing on video games!

- Clare: It's pizzas for tea!
- Ryan: Yay!

Cath Erin e: Fantastic.

(♪ Tears for fears:
Everybody wants to rule the world)

(Dials number)

(Phone vibrates)

Hello?

Hello.

You don't fancy going to rotherham
again tonight, do you?

Are you all right?

I'm just...

Weighing up the pros and cons of...

What it would mean
to take the law into your own hands.

Well, the downside, obviously,

would be if you got caught.

Mmm. Possibly.

I dunno. I'd say the downside would be

if you didn't feel much different
or better after you'd done the thing.

Which - why would you?

It isn't like it'd bring her back, is it?

Don't let yourself
get obsessed with it.

Catherine.

He's low-life.

He's scum.

He'll get what's coming to him one day.

He just will.

The upside, on the other hand -

the exquisite satisfaction you'd get

from grinding his severed scrotum
into the mud

with the underside
of your shittiest shoe.

And then burying his worthless carcass
in a shallow grave up on the moors,

where it can rot, undisturbed and unloved,

until the end of time.

I'm sure that'd make me feel better.

Just a bit.

Are you all right?

Doesn't it frighten you?

If you ever came
face to face with him,

not knowing what the hell
you might do to him?

You're not going to
actively seek him out?

Are you?

(Mouths)

Ashley... Ashley, hi, it's Kevin.

Listen, I think...

Ithinkl may have...

I think...

Shit!

Ashley, I think...

Ashley. Hi, it's Kevin.

I think I may have made a mistake
with this nevison business.

I think... I think we... we... we...

Need to call the whole thing off.
I think...

Ashley, hi, it's Kevin. I think...

I may have miscalculated
how much nevison is worth.

Ashley, I've miscalculated
how much nevison is worth. Yeah.

(Phone beeps)

Ashley, I've miscalculated
how much nevison is worth...

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Ashley? It... it's Kevin.

Ashley?

- It's Kevin.
- Hello.

Yeah, look, ok, I've been thinking,

and I don't think this business...
I don't think we should do it,

I think I've bitten off more than...

I think I may have miscalculated
how much nevison is...

Don't ring me, Kevin.

Not on my mobile, not on the landline.

- I'll see you Saturday.
- No, Ashley, listen...

If this goes tits up, the police
can trace calls, any calls,

all calls, so you just keep your nerve
and you don't ring me.

But Ashley...

- (Hangs up)
- Ashley!

Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

(Horns beep)

- Tosser!
- Sorry!

Wanker!

(Sings along) ♪ they told me

♪ I was going to lose the fight

♪ leave behind
my wuthering, wuthering... ♪

♪ ...I'm so cold

♪ let me in at your window, oh...

♪ Heathcliff... ♪

That would've been an opportunity.

That was not an opportunity.

You don't know what you're doing.

I know what I'm doing.

- Let me drive.
- You're not driving. I'm driving.

(Breathes deeply)

(Knocks)

There's a fella at t'front desk

insisting he wants to talk to
a "proper police officer".

He won't give me his name,
he won't say what it's about,

but he does seem a bit upset.

Is he drunk?

No, I don't think so.

Is he off his face on anything?

No, he seems perfectly normal, really.

He does seem upset, though.

- Good morning.
- Yes, um...

Can I help you?

Ok. Er...

Where to start?

I, er...

Ok, are you...?

I'm a sergeant. Is that...?

It's the best you're going to get unless
you want to drive over to todmorden.

No, no, that's... ok.

So, how it started -

I asked my boss for a rise,

a pay rise, the other day,

and the thing is, you see, my daughter,

she's been offered... well, ok, that's...

Are you here to report a crime, Mr...?

Not, not...

It's not something that's...

I know this man, you see, who...

Well, I've always thought
he probably was a bit dodgy,

if I'm being honest, and...

- What's happened?
- Nothing!

Nothing's happened.
Nothing's happened yet.

Can I take your name?

I don't...

Are you on any medication?

Would you like some tea?

Then we can sit down
and have a proper chat.

Would you like to do that?

Do you want to make a statement?
Do you want to write it down?

- Would that help?
- There isn't... no, no.

Ok. I'll tell you what.
Look, if you go out the door,

turn left, walk five yards
down the street to the next door,

I'll let you in and then
you can come through to my office,

and you can start at the beginning,
all right? Yeah?

(Car roars away)

Radio: Bravo November 45.

Urgent response required to
flat 12, waterfield house.

An anonymous caller saying
there's a lad dangling off a balcony.

It's acid house. Responding.

♪ Shout it out... ♪

Go on.

Stupid tosser.

Oh, god, I'm really sorry.

- Idiotic thing to do!
- I'm really, really sorry.

- You were driving far too close!
- Yeah.

- You're probably not insured properly.
- Yeah, no, I am.

Good!

So I assume that we're accepting
that you're the one that's at fault, then?

Er, well, on the other hand,
you were driving a bit all over t'place,

- weren't you, speed-wise?
- Oh,

so it's my fault that you're not
looking at what's in front of you?

(She groans)

- Get the bitch round here!
- What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

(Screams) What are going doing?!

(Screams)

Shut your mouth!

Get off me! Get off me!

(Shouts)

Come on.

(Shouts)

Stop wriggling!

- Stop wriggling!
- (Thump)

- Hold still.
- (Sobs)

Feet.

(Both pant)

See you there.

(Engine starts)

You do what we tell you

and we're not gonna hurt you
any more than we have to,

and it'll all be over
soon enough, all right?

All right.

(Engine starts)

(Ringing tone)

Hello.

Ashley, it's me...

Don't hang up on me.
I'm calling from a call box.

Right, what do you want?

And I'm not kidding,
this is the last time you ring me.

Just to say...

Just to say that...

Those boys of yours...

They won't hurt her, will they?

You know, she's not a bad kid.

They will treat her with respect,
won't they?

If nevison plays ball, Kevin,

they will treat her with every courtesy.

Ok?

I should be at work.

Yeah, good.

Right, well, I'll see you Saturday.

Business as usual.

Don't give me any shit,
you little bastard.

Or I'll chop your tits off.

(She whimpers)

(Whimpers)

- Let's get that bag off her.
- Nah, leave her.

I've got to get this phone
over to Ashley at t'farm.

(Whimpers)

What?

Do you know what you just said?

Shit!

She couldn't hear me.
She had t'bag on, she were whimpering.

She won't have heard owt.

I am not going back inside cos of
a shit-for-brains little twat like you.

So, you just think,

every time -

every time -

before you open your mouth
down there in future,

or I'll rip your cock off
and shove it up your arse.

She didn't hear anything.

Mind how you go.

(Engine starts)

Catherine: Yeah, so he owes his dealer
50-odd quid, right? Can't pay up.

There's three lads knocking on his door

whose plan it is
to put him in hospital.

He's inside shitting himself,
thinking there's no way out.

Then he remembers this thing
he does with his mates

when he's high as a kite
on amphetamines, right -

he plays spider-man
down the side of the building.

They drop from one balcony to the next,
all the way down, for fun.

So, he sets off,

only he's stone-cold whatever, right?

So, he sets off over the edge,

manages one balcony,

then he freezes, realises if you're not
off your face on chemicals,

this is a pretty bloody
silly thing to be doing.

Aw, bless!

Meanwhile the chipping Norton set
have kicked the door in, right,

quickly work out
what he's gone and done.

They see him, they start
lobbing his worldly goods,

his telly, his Wii, his PlayStation,
his Xbox, his game boy,

over the balcony,
hoping to knock him off his perch.

Of course, by the time I arrive,

they're well gone and there's just him

dangling there
with his trousers round his ankles,

cos obviously he's wearing
those sort ofjeans

that come up just below your arse.

- Sarge?
- Catch you later.

(Phone rings)

Hello, my little chickadee.

Is that nev?

It might be.

Nevison Gallagher?

Yes.

How you doing, nevison Gallagher?

Who am I speaking to?

Oh, you can call me, er...

God.

What are you doing with
my daughter's telephone, then, god?

Well, I've just borrowed it
off her, you see.

Me and my friends.

Right, what's going on?

Right, listen very carefully, nevison,
cos I'm not repeating meself.

We appear to have got
your lovely little daughter

in a very vulnerable position,

and we're not going to
involve any police, ok?

You do just like you're told, nevison,
like a good little lad,

and nothing nasty will happen to her.

Who are you?

I'm the one that ensures
nothing unpleasant happens

to your little Annie.

I want you to get your car keys

and I want you to walk outside
to your car.

Slowly. Don't rush. Don't speak to anyone.

I'm going to ring you again in 20 minutes.

You know dewsbury moor services,
eastbound on the m62?

Phone booths -

two of them, just outside the front door.

The one on the left.

You've got 20 minutes.

- (Phone rings)
- I want you on your own.

I see any police,
anything that makes me suspicious,

even for a second,

and you'll regret it
for the rest of your life.

Hello? Hello?!

(Whimpers)

(She pants)

(Muffled groans)

Are you a virgin?

(Wails)

(Phone rings)

- Hello?
- Kevin! It's me, it's nevison.

You're not going to believe this.

Some... toerag, shit-for-brains

arsehole... bastard's got our Annie

and he wants a million quid.

- A million?
- It's for real,

- he's serious.
- Uh... ok. Um... well...

Can we raise it?
Can we raise that much

in two days?

Two... days?

In cash! Without the bank thinking
we're laundering money?

Well, I... we can...

I can look into the accounts...

Look, we've just got to do it,
we've got to raise it,

because this nasty bastard
means business.

And...

What am I going to tell Helen? Oh!

What the hell
am I going to tell Helen, Kevin?

♪ In this trouble town

♪ troubles are found

♪ in this trouble town

♪ word soon gets round

♪ Stuck in speed-bump city

♪ where the only thing that's pretty

♪ is the thought of getting out. ♪