All language subtitles for Happy Valley S01E01_Subtítulos01.ENG

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

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?

Hmm. Nice glasses.

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

But he's not taking my eyebrows with him.

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

You're just bloody scum, you're like pigs,
you're 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.

No, no. I'm fine.

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.

Go and close down the comedy department.

The one and only human barbecue!

You come any closer,
I'm gonna set myself 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.

Yeah. Nice tattoos.

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

I've been humiliated.

Humiliated?

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

You know, actions speak louder than words.

Okay. 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't just 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,
you'll be begging me to shoot you.

I've got
a negotiator

on his way to you,
but he's stuck in traffic.

- Okay.

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 have 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.

Nevison'll see you now, Kevin.

Oh. Terrific. Thank you.

Kevin.

- Nevison.
- What's up?

Nothing. Nothing's up.

As such. I... Er... Can I?

Can I sit?

Ah, the thing is, okay...

Erm... Melissa.

- Melissa.
- My eldest.

I know who Melissa is, Kevin.

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

Erm... We tried to get her in
at Salter Hebble High,

but we're outside the catchment area.

The thing is, erm, we...
Jenny. It was Jenny's idea.

She, Melissa,
sat the entrance exam to St Bartholomew's.

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, erm, 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...
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.

You doing anything this evening?

Telly.

Do you...

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

I'm losing my job. We all are.

The Gazette is closing down.

You're kidding.

Hundred and twenty-eight years in print
and now it's...

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

God, Richard, I'm really sorry.

They're announcing it officially tomorrow.
I've 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?

No.

I mean, 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 just 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.

I'm watching telly.

Can you get changed first, please?

- Why?
-'Cause I said so.

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

No, I mean, are you getting it me?

Get changed.

Lad down Sowerby Bridge
set fire to himself this morning.

No, he didn't.

Apparently. Woman in the shop said.

Do you want these?

Oh, ta.

You been busy?

I've 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.

He 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.

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. 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?
- 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!

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 okay 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,
"Something'll crop up," and I'm like,

"Well, what, I'm nearly 50,
I'm not trained for anything else."

No. Well...

Speaking of which,

what was the story this morning
with that fella?

On, 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 were 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 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'll 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.

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 anyone
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.

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.

I'm sorry, but that's how it feels.

Day after day, week after week,

month after month, year after year.

There's some pens left on this grave,
Granny!

- Ashley!
- Kevin.

- Jenny.
- Hi.

- 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!
- Bye!

- Enjoy your weekend!

Take him. Ashley. Prime example.

- Of what?
- What I'm talking about!

You seen them cars?
Brand new. Eighty-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 hadn't done 1,000 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.

He might not even be
living round here any more, he might've...

Clare, he's the sort that thinks
Manchester is abroad.

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

He wouldn't know how to be anywhere else.

He's like a rat.

He'll never be more than three feet away.

Hey, 475. Was that the right amount?

Spot on, Kevin.

Shit.

That's...

What do you suppose that is, lads?

Search me, boss. No idea.

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 the 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, erm...

Would you like a beer?

A... 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.

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 said, 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.

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 side-stepped that,
like he does side-step 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 with 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.

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

Get the kettle on.

There's something
I want to talk through with you.

Both of you.

Tommy!

Want a cup of tea?

Dad? Ashley says
have you got time to pop over to the house

for two minutes before we head off home?

Okay-

I need one or two more details of 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, er...

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

10%.

Ten? 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 what.

Couldn't we? Eh?

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

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.

A 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?

MAN: Fuck off.

I think that means "Come in,"
Sarge, in Swahili.

- If I'd said that, it'd be racist.
- No.

Hey, hey. 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.

Oh. That were me.
Were her.

He smacked me on the head.

- An accident.
- With the thing.

It were an accident.

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?

Kevin. Hiya. Nevison wants to see you.

- What for?
- Don't know.

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

Is, er, something wrong?

No.

Well. We'll come onto 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 their school fees.

Both of them.

You've got Helen to thank and Ann.

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

Ann. Did she?

Mmm-hmm.

So?

Well, I...

I don't know what to say.

There was something else.

Erm...

I've been thinking about, erm...

Not retiring, I'd go mad, but, erm,
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...

Anyway.

Things she wants to do.

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

So...

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.

- See you!
- Take care! Bye!

Sorry, Catherine.

You haven't got 10 minutes again,
have you?

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 were 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, erm...

She...

She was raped. She was, erm...

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, erm...

And when 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 he 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!

- It's pizzas for tea!
- Yay!

Fantastic.

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 down side,
obviously, would be if you got caught.

Ah.

Possibly.

I don't know.
I'd say the down side 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.

- Hello?
- Ashley? It's Kevin.

Ashley?

-It's Kevin.
- Hello.

Yeah, look, okay, 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...

- Ashley!

Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

- Tosser!
- Sorry!

Wanker!

# They told me
I was going to lose the fight

# Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering

# I'm so cold! Let me into your window #

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.

Er, there's a fella at 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.

- Good morning.
- Yes, erm...

Can I help you?

Okay...

Where to start?

I..

Okay, 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 okay.

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, okay, that's, er...

Are you here to report a crime, Mister...

Not, not, not...

It's not something that's...

Erm...

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

Well, I've always thought
he was probably 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.
- Okay, 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?

Go on.

Stupid tosser.

Oh, my 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 even insured properly,
are you?

- Yeah, no, I am.
- Good!

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

Well, on the other hand,

you were driving a bit all over the place,
weren't you, speed-wise?

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

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

What are you doing? What are you doing?

No!

Shut your mouth!

Get off me! Get off me!

Come on.

Stop wriggling.

- Stop wriggling!

Hold still.

Feet.

See you there.

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

or I'll chop your tits off.

Let's get that bag off her.

- No, leave her.

I've got to get this phone
over to Ashley at farm.

What?

Do you know what you just said?

Shit!

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

- She won't have heard ovvt.
- I am not going back inside

'cause 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.

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

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

quickly work out what he's gone and done.

Of course, by the time I arrive,

they're well gone
and there's just him dangling there

with his trousers around his ankles,

'cause obviously
he's wearing those sort of jeans

that come up just below your arse.

- Sarge?
- Catch you later.

Hello, my little chickadee.

Is that Nev?

It might be.

Nevison Gallagher?

Yes.

How are 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,
'cause I'm not repeating myself.

We appear to have got
your lovely little daughter

in a very vulnerable position,

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

You just do 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.

- 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?

Are you a virgin?

- 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?
- He's for real, he's serious.

- Er... Okay, erm, 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...

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

because this nasty bastard means business.

What am I going to tell Helen? Oh!

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