Original subtitles

Lynn: Alright we'll, er, we'll try something different.

I, I wanna talk.

Lynn: Of course.

Yeah, but I can't...

I can't.

I'm wrapped up in here, you know.

Look, I wanna speak, I wanna speak, Christ...

I wanna believe in ya, that you can help me...

But I've got another week of nights

stretching out in front of me, and I can feel it

I'm gonna crack.

Lynn: Then let me help you, then.

Tell me what you want from this?

I wanna be a good Bobby.

I wanna do good things.

Yeah?

I wanna be normal.

Upbeat indie music plays

Man on radio: Delta patrol

are you able to take a look at a report of youths

causing rather a lot of annoyance on park street please?

♪ I'll take them home to beast ♪

♪ I'm that kinda beast ♪

♪ when / get home and I lay down at night ♪

Anyone available to respond to that last shout please?

Sirens wail

♪ and when the dark bites ♪

And this guy appears to be dressed

at least from the waist up.

Upbeat indie music plays

Teenagers shout

do we have anyone available for a call marked lh/h please?

Anyone at all, delta?

Sirens wail

instant response

I'm sor/y to say it's 24b stirling a venue again.

Chris breathes heavily

Alarm beeps

Chris sighs

God, you've polished off some of that.

Where are you storin' all that food?

Little chipmunk cheeks.

Sausage and mash again?

Yeah, she likes it.

She had it last night.

Beans last night, peas tonight.

Peas tonight.

She's gonna turn into a sausage.

Tilly: No I'm not!

Yes you are. — Kate laughs

phone beeps

whoa, eh! — she got it.

Whoa, close.

Tilly: I got that.

Work.

Eat.

The door, upstairs?

I'm sorry. — it's ok.

"Fee, fi, foe, fum." Said the giant as he hunted for Jack

who bought you this? — nanny.

Do you like it?

It's ok.

It's not pixar though, is it?

No. — it's borin'.

Read it though, please?

Oh, it's rubbish.

I know, but I like you readin' it.

Right, where were we?

The fee fi bit.

The fee fi bit, ok, so, listen.

Yeah?

The giant is runnin' after Jack

and he's gonna kick his head in.

He's goin' "fee fi fo fum

I'm gonna batter you, you little!"

So Jack, was a little bit of a coward, if the truth be told

he does a runner, he slides down the beanstalk so fast

he gets a burn right on his bum, right?

You know like when you go down a rope at school?

Chris breathes heavily

Solemn music

people shout

I swear to god, one of these days

I'm gonna take that dog!

He pooed all over the landing!

I could taste it while I was having me supper!

Mary: Supper?

Who do you think you are? — right, listen, listen

Trevor, take it down Matey, alright?

He threatened me! — I've threatened nobody!

That dog's—— — I know, I know.

Mary: I wanna make a complaint about him!

Nobody's makin' a complaint, alright?

He's a paedophile.

I'm not a paedophile! — Jesus Christ.

Mary: He sits there all day on his computer, wanking.

I do not! — I don't care if he does.

God knows what he's lookin' at.

I'm not wanking! — fuckin' hands down, right?

With his bog roll and his underpants round his ankles!

Wank, wank, wank!

Mary, keep your fuckin' voice down

and get the dog in the flat

before I throw it over the fuckin' side.

Trevor: All day she leaves it out here.

I know, I know what she does

cos you told me last night, didn't ya?

And three times last week.

I can't take much—— — why're you doing this to me?

Trevor: What? — answer the question, Trevor.

Trevor: I, I, I don't know what.

Cos I've only been on duty five minutes

and here I am again.

But the poo! — do you think I enjoy it?

No. — finally.

Come on mate, look.

I'd get more sense out of that dog

than I would with her, right?

But you, you are just this side of normal.

I'm fuckin', I'm fuckin' strugglin' here, mate.

Do you understand me?

High—pitched whistle — but the poo!

Mate, if you do this one more time

I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, do you understand me?

Alright?

Alright, good man, go inside now.

Get inside, trev.

Good lad.

Solemn music

Chris: Lcame here to get fixed, right?

And we both know I'm not fixed.

If you take care for yourself and you support yourself

and most of all, you be kind to yourself, that will help.

I know but at the moment

it feels like you're just droppin' me off and driving away.

I've given you the tools. — have you?

I don't mean that, yeah, I know you have, you have.

Thanks but I can't keep goin' home to them, right?

Like this, I'm a fuckin' shell, the job has ruined me.

Every night, there's spit on me face

there's blood on my boots and it never stops.

It's such important work.

Hmm, is it?

I don't think it is, I think it's whack—a—mole

except the moles wear trackies.

But you need to focus on the good that you do.

I can't remember the last time I did some good.

Lynn: I don't think that's true.

It is.

Sirens wail

Chris breathes heavily

high pitched distorted whistling

he tuts

phone vibrates

yeah?

Carl: Have you seen her? — who?

Carl: Casey

mate, I'm in the middle of workin' here.

Carl: I need to speak to her. — who?

Who the...

You've got me swearin' in front of our Lexie here.

Say hello from me.

Say hello yourself, after you've found town centre Casey.

No mate, I can't do that.

Carl: Oh come on lad, sort it for me.

I'm not pickin' anyone up for ya.

Carl: But I need to speak to her.

I'm workin', Carl, I thought we had an understandin'

that when I'm working, we leave it alone?

Understandings are out the window lad, I just need Casey.

What's up?

It's nothin ' to do with you.

No, you askin' me to find her is makin' it to do with me.

She's just a bag head, why'd you want her?

She owes me.

I'm a debt collector now?

Oh, why're you makin' a song and dance out of this?

Just help me out, mate.

No, I'm not makin' a song and dance out of it mate

but it's not what our thing is, is it?

Our thing is—— — Jesus christi

you've got more song and dance than Sammy Davis junior!

Find Casey!

Phone call disconnects

piss off, Carl, Christ.

Suspenseful music

She shouldn't be watchin' this, car!

It's got killin' in it!

I'm alright! — It's not real killin'.

Right, how many times? She's too young!

Go brush your teeth.

Hey, hugs.

Jodie sighs

I've gotta go out, babe.

Why tonight?

Because there's no rest for the wicked

and you of all people should know that.

Jodie: Mm. — mm?

You shouldn't be watchin' that, it's got killin' in.

Just go, knobhead.

Love you.

Love you too, so be careful.

Suspenseful music

Gimme the weed.

Haven't got any weed!

Just gimme the weed.

I, I, I don't smoke weed no more, me man!

Piss off, Marco. — Marco laughs

right, empty your pockets.

Fuckin' hell lad

this is bang out of order this, you know?

Bang out of order.

Well don't make me put my hand up your arse.

You'd like that, wouldn't ya?

Is that everythin'?

I can fuckin' hear you jangling, lad.

Jesus Christ, lad.

Chris: Alright, where's the weed?

Marco: There isn't any weed, why don't you believe me?

Cos you're a liar, it's what you do.

Marco: Shit this.

Tell you what though, Christ, where'd you get this money?

It's me dole.

Marco laughs

where'd you get this money?

You askin' me, yeah, and then hittin' me

not gonna make me tell ya. — hey.

Whoa, will you stop 'ittin' me!

Chris laughs fuckin' hell. Pick it up, Marco.

Do you know Casey?

Town centre Casey?

Where is she?

Town centre, probably.

I swear to god, mate.

Alright, fuckin' hell.

Er... she's dosses round the shops.

Right, which shops? — the derelict shops.

They're all derelict, narrow it down.

The town centre shops, man.

Get in. — hey, lad.

Only pigs and grasses in the front, honest.

I'd get my fuckin' head kicked in

if I get in front seat. — get in back.

Thank you. — I don't fuckin' care.

Shit. Hey, what about me bike?

Christ!

Marco: What?

Any need, like? Jesus Christ.

Chris: So, you're not dealin', Marco?

As if I'm gonna tell ya.

How else have you got hundred quid?

I got skills, man.

Nah man, you haven't, you're a thick twat

but you have got hundred quid.

Done a man a favour.

What man? What favour?

Are you trying to be a detective again, then?

Marco chuckles

alright, sound, between us, yeah?

Yeah.

You know snide nige?

No.

Well, I sat on some gear for him.

Gear?

Ah like, jarg clothes, weren't nothin' heavy

just tracksuits and that, but good copies, though.

Know what I mean? Smart.

Get you one if you want, lad?

Nice tracky and trabs'd smarten you up, dead cheap, lad!

What do you wanna do with your life, Marco?

I mean, you must have some sort of plan?

Is this where you talk to me like you're me dad?

You haven't got a fuckin' dad.

Just pointless, innit?

What? — you.

Oh my god!

Chris: I'm not bein' rude. — you are bein' rude.

Seriously, lad, you're the absolute definition of rude

everybody says it.

Chris: Everybody?

Yeah man, you're rude to everyone out here...

We all hate you.

Not me, like.

Don't take it personal, I'm just sayin', you know

your life, there's no point to it.

I got me kid.

You got a kid? — Marco: Yeah, man.

Get lost, how old are ya?

Marco: 18.

Fucmnfl you look about 40!

Right, and there you go again, you bein' rude.

She lives with her mum.

Me kid, she lives with her ma.

Do you see much of her?

Nah.

Chris: Why not? — she's a slag.

Your kid? — oh, her ma, you bell end!

You should see your kid.

I ain't got time.

What else you doin', you lazy bastard?

Hey, have you got kids?

Yeah, I've got a daughter.

Do you see her?

Yeah, she lives with me.

And your bird? — yeah.

Do me head in, that.

Chris: What, livin' with your girl?

Livin' with anyone.

I don't think you need to worry, mate.

I wouldn't mind a house and that though

you know with a garden

so me baby's ma and her could stay sometimes.

My dad never lived with us as kids, so.

It'd be good to be like a family, do you know what I mean?

Maybe even go for walks, down the beach even.

Marco? — what?

I'm not really arsed to be honest.

Rude him.

Dramatic music

Carl: Where's Casey? Everyone's out lookin' for her.

And yet you're in here.

The whole crew's lookin' for her.

I said everyone!

I mean ya fuckin' ma, the fuckin' postman

the fuckin' cat, them girls in there, every fuckin' one

including you!

Yeah, yeah, fair enough.

Tit!

Wait there.

Suspenseful music

Casey?

Come out.

Come on, kid.

Come out or I'll send the dog in.

Casey: You haven't got a dog.

Woof.

There aren't no warrants out for me.

No, nobody wants you but me.

Casey scoffs

she sighs

good girl.

That's it.

Oi, he made me bring him, Casey!

Bad grass, you!

Stop.

Right, empty your pockets for weed.

I want a woman search me.

Right, out.

Gimme your money.

Marco: What? — I'll pay ya back.

Shit, he never pays.

Good lad.

You want that?

Empty your pockets.

Casey: How much?

Chris: What's there?

30.

Done. —30?

Shut up. — I don't believe this.

There you go.

Ta.

That it? — Chris: No.

What?

Casey, have you fallen out with someone?

Dramatic music

no, what you heard? — you're lyin' low.

Why not go to a hostel?

Casey: It does me head in there.

It's better than bin bags.

What would you know?

Stay there.

Tell me what's happenin', maybe I can sort it.

Nothin's happenin'.

Chris: Whatever it is you've done, you need my help.

You're chattin' to the wrong people.

Where you goin'?

I've got places to be, people to see.

Be careful.

Casey: Fuck off, knob head.

Oi, I heard Carl sweeney's lookin' for her.

Chris: See ya, Marco.

Got any change, like?

Yeah man, defo.

You're taking the fuckin' piss, lad.

Chris: Sorry?

I said see you later.

Sirens wail

man on radio: Delta patrols to attend a serious htc

on the main/ax road please.

Upbeat music

sirens wail

delta units, please be advised at the scene of the htc

there are two casualties seriously injured

who are en route to the royal via ambo.

Teenagers shout

further regarding the htc on the main/ax

patrols required to assist

in the recove/y of body parts, delta.

Anyone to assist with the above please?

Man: Found it!

Sirens wail

Phone vibrates

Hey.

Can you talk?

Yeah, I'm just sittin' off, you ok?

Kate: Tilly's still a wake.

Why?

I keep tellin' ya, lately she's getting out of her bed

and getting into ours as soon as you leave

she won't sleep when you're on nights.

Sorry.

Do you think we should talk about your therapy?

Right, yeah.

Your sessions finish this week and I was thinkin'

maybe we, could you ask for more sessions?

Maybe, maybe we could both go?

Look, they, they won't give me more.

Kate: We could maybe go private?

It could do us both good.

No, no.

Dar/in ', / don't think it's me.

You know, just sittin' there, talkin'

I feel like I'm wastin' her time, my time.

So it's me then

you're disappear/n ' these last few months.

You won't take my hand.

Man on radio: Four seven delta.

You won't take my hand when I'm t/yin ' to pull you back

I am sick of twin '. — yeah, go ahead.

Man on radio: Can you take a look of a report

of a sudden death for me please?

Kate, I've gotta go, I'm sorry, ok?

Solemn music

Solemn music continues

Chris breathes heavily

Iris: It's mrs Robinson.

Right.

You or in there? — oh, no, here.

In there, the iivin' room.

You won't be needin' that now, love.

At least you're in your own home, eh love?

Do you mind?

I just need a, thanks.

Won't be long.

Alpha one four seven.

Yeah confirmed, elderly deceased female, no sus circs

but I'm gonna need the doctor to come out.

Woman on radio: Do you need supen/ision, Chris?

Negative.

Woman on radio: Good, cos you haven't got any.

Gentle upbeat music

How the hell do I know what that is in inches?

Didn't you go to school?

Do you know like a massive box of washing powder?

Nah like the really big one?

Yeah, so it's like three of them.

It's more coke than you've seen in your life, mate.

Nah, I'm not takin' the piss!

Hey, you got a spare ciggie mate?

Man: Nah, sorry.

Not fuckin' now, Marco.

How, how's it goin'? — I'm fuckin' busy, lad.

Casey's just been with the busy you know, he let her go.

What?

Come on, fuckin' it up, where is she now?

Oh, I don't know, lad. Hey, any chance of a lift?

Fuck off, ya prick.

Was your nan ill? — bad heart.

How old are ya, mate?

16, me mum, she's on her way over from work.

Phone vibrates

sorry.

We can do this later if you want?

I can talk to your mum when she gets here.

But we do have a lot of work to be doin'.

S'alright. — you sure?

Yeah.

Phone vibrates

I'm sorry about this.

Do you mind?

What? — why you dodgin' me?

Fuck, I told ya, I'm at work, for Christ's sake

so I'm not in the mood for you ringin' me

every two minutes moanin'.

Yeah, well fuckin' get in the mood, dickhead, alright?

Get in it, get in it now.

Where's Casey? — I don't know.

Carl: Don't know, you do know.

I fuckin' don't.

Carl: You fuck/n ' do know, lknow you do

cos I've been told you do, lad/

Marco.

You found her and you let her go, why're you lyin' to me?

Eh, after all these years?

Thought we were mates?

After all I've done for you, I've given you free money, lad!

It's not free money.

Carl: Why you sayin ' that?

Listen, I'm not sayin' you've not been good to me, right.

I'm just sayin' I've done me bit. This isn't my thing, mate.

I'm just down for the odd number plate check

I'm not dog the bounty hunter.

How hard can it be to catch a fuckin' bag head?

You seem to be strugglin'!

Look, just leave her alone, Carl.

Christ, she's just a kid/

you've let me down, lad.

Thing is, I can't figure out what the problem is

this problem between us now.

Carl, there's no problem.

Is it the mental thing?

Chris breathes heavily

look, I don't, I don't wanna say this

you know what I mean, cos we're mates and all that

but you're makin' me say it.

Say what?

You don't have a choice.

Bring me Casey

no excuses this time.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, yeah I hear ya.

Carl: Alright then

you go and find her so we can put this to bed, eh?

Suspenseful music

Sorry about that, where were we?

You ok?

Yeah, yeah I am.

Thanks for askin'.

I wanna be a copper.

Er so, your nan was unwell?

Liam: Yeah, erm, she had cancer, you know?

And angina.

She's been feelin' rough for the past week or so

sleepin' and that.

That's why I was goin' to bring her some soup from me ma.

And that's that?

Liam: Yeah.

Did she like soup?

Liam: Yeah.

Yeah, did she have her favourite?

Pea and ham.

You got to love a bit of pea and ham.

Liam whimpers

Come on, mate.

Come on now, hey.

If I came earlier, I could have helped her.

Mm, she was already gone mate, you're not to blame.

People get old, right? Then they die.

It's nobody's fault, so just let it out, right?

Because life is shit and there's no harm cryin' about it

once in a while, is there, hey?

Solemn music

clock ticks

You didn't get very far, did you, love?

Hey.

Doorbell rings

Sutherland: Dr sutherland.

Chris: Hello, doctor, she'sjust in here.

Is this her?

Well yeah.

Age? — 81.

Sutherland: Been here a while.

I know how she feels.

Sutherland: It's a busy night.

Pea and ham.

You think that's appropriate?

Well, I think it's home—made.

You said it yourself, doc, it's a busy night.

Phone line rings — you seen Casey?

Phone buti'ons beep

been to her alley, where is she, right? She isn't there.

Hey, lad.

Yah, what do you want? Busy. — do you know Casey?

Voicemail: Yeah leave a message, yeah.

Chris: Look, she's in the shit.

You seen Casey? You seen Casey?

Need you to call me, it's urgent, it's about Casey, yeah?

Where is she?

High pitched distorted crackling

come on, mate, pick up.

Pick up, oh shit.

Hi, you alright?

Phil: Alright? — yeah, good.

Phil: How's the sudden death?

Dead as fuck.

Phil: Rachel needs a sudden death.

Yeah, yeah, don't we all?

For her trainin'.

No, mate, yeah, I got it.

How's your mum?

Yeah, she's hangin' on, you know.

Shit. — yeah.

Phone vibrates — listen, mate, I better crack on.

Yeah, same as. — no worries.

Stay safe.

Take it easy, mate. — yeah.

See ya later.

Yeah, what?

Snitch: You look/n ' for Casey, lad?

What's it worth?

A tenner, right, I'll give you a tenner.

Snitch: Why do you want her?

Because—...

Sn itch: You 'i/ bring it straight round, yeah?

Yes, yes, alright.

Snitch: Alright. She's here, lad

on eggy road, just gone into Khan's kebabs.

What, now?

Snitch: I'm lookin ' at her, lad.

You sure?

S n itc h: Yeah man, now.

You're lookin' at her now?

She's ordering a spicy donner, lad.

Right, I'll be there in five.

Car tyres squeal

he's a bit weird, in't he? — Chris?

I've worked with worse.

Do you like him?

It doesn't matter if I like him.

He's pretty rude.

Has he been out of order to you?

Is ignorin' me out of order?

Because if it is, he has.

He's just quiet.

I heard stories about him.

Phil: From who? — the Nick.

Coppers are worse than old women.

Rachel: Are they true?

Part of the job is workin' with people who

you wouldn't be friends with them if you met them in real life.

Real life?

Out there.

Look, I know some fellas have it in for him

but he was a crackin' Bobby, back in the day, you know?

A good sergeant too.

What happened then?

It's complicated.

How complicated can it be?

You haven't been here long, have ya?

Fuck sake.

Casey!

No trouble. — sorry, mate.

Spence: That's private!

Casey!

Casey g ru nts

get here!

Alright.

You don't have to grab me!

Yeah I do, actually.

Behave yourself.

Thanks, Spence.

I'm not shaggin' ya.

Chris: Who mentioned sex?

Where you takin' me, then? — on a message.

You're workin' for Carl sweeney, aren't ya?

What do you know about Carl sweeney?

I know he's a blurt who's gonna kick me head in.

Is that where you're takin' me?

Nobody's gonna kick your head in.

Casey: You sure about that?

What's he gonna do to you if I'm there?

He'd walk right through you.

I'm a copper, nothin's gonna happen.

How long have you known me?

No, come on, how long?

Casey: Four year or somethin'?

Right and have I always been fair with ya?

No. — Chris: Fuckin' hell.

Casey chuckles

everyone says he owns a copper, I should've known it was you.

Why should you have known it was me?

Cos you're mad, aren't ya?

You're the fuckin' loon.

No, I'm not!

You always look like you're gonna start cryin'.

I don't. — you do!

You cried that time jumbo jumped off the car park.

I didn't! — ah, you did, everyone saw ya.

Casey laughs

he wasn't even dead, he only broke his leg.

I'm not who you think I am.

Oh, you don't even know what I think about you.

Chris: Yeah, I do me best.

You work for a drug dealer!

Don't feel bad about it, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Suspenseful music

he is gonna batter me though.

Suspenseful music continues

I'm fucked. — why's he so angry with ya?

Cos I robbed his cocaine. — just pay him back, then.

No, I robbed all his cocaine.

Car tyres screech

you what?

Right, how much?

Like that. — oh. Fuck!

What were you gonna do with that much coke?

I don't know, I was just at willo's gaff

and he was stoned and so I robbed it

I just didn't think it through.

Well you should have!

Yeah, I'm a smack head

thinkin' shit through's not a strong point!

Suspenseful music continues

right, just give it him back.

I can't. — why not?

Cos it got robbed off me. — fuckin' hell, who by?

I don't know, I was off me cake

and now he's gonna kill me cos I can't give him it back.

He's not gonna hurt ya if I'm here.

Oh, fuck off, we've discussed that.

Chris, I'm dead.

Cocaine? — yeah.

You're a fuckin' nightmare. — sorry!

Don't lad, don't you dare, don't you—...

You're a fuckin' liability.

You are dead, lad!

Do you hear me!

Casey laughs

you're dead!

They aren't followin' us.

Phone vibrates

Carl: Are you mental? — a hammer?

Carl: Lad, lswear down, I didn't know he had it.

Piss off, Carl.

Why didn't you tell me what was goin' on?

Carl: / told ya she owed me and she owes me

what else do you wanna know?

Bang out of order!

This isn't my game, mate, it's not what we do!

I need that gear, lad.

I have gone all in and I am fucked, do you understand me?

Cos I can't pay what I owe.

How's that my problem?

Carl: It just fuck/n ' is, dickhead,

fuck.

Thank you.

Right, is there somewhere you can go?

Take us back to town.

You can't go back to town, Casey, alright?

He's gonna be lookin' for you in town.

Phone vibrates

have you got some where you can go that's far away?

Me auntie Kathy lives in Leeds

but I ant got any money or nothin'.

Listen, what happened to the money I gave you tonight?

Spent it.

Chris: Already? — I've got overheads.

Jesus Christ!

Liverpool's a small place

when you're tryin' to hide, isn't it?

You are a nightmare.

Well, it's not my fault.

Who's fault is it?

Fuckin' Thatcher?

Christ. — I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know.

Solemn music

Right, that's enough for the tickets.

You go to lime street, the Leeds train leaves on the hour.

Can I have somethin' for a butty?

What, you're a smackhead, you don't eat.

Casey: Please, I'm starvin'.

I know you're takin' the piss.

Thank you. — I'm not a mug.

I know, and I mean it, thanks.

Solemn music continues

right. Come out.

Casey?

Erm, look.

Care for yourself, support yourself and be kind to yourself.

Casey laughs — don't laugh at me, I'm fuckin'—...

What? — what?

Look, someone said it to me the other day.

Don't fuckin' laugh, right, do what you like, I don't care.

Listen, not a word about this, yeah?

You talkin' bollocks?

You should come with me.

Carl's not just gonna stop, you know?

What's he gonna do? I'm a bizzie.

Casey: Are ya?

Fuchn'hew

Man on radio: Delta bomeo four seven?

Delta bomeo four seven?

Go ahead.

Man on radio: Job marked instant response

I'm soriy to say it is 24b stirling a venue again.

Jesus Christ.

Man on radio: Sounds of scream/n ' and

reports of a knife.

I was just about to clock off, delta.

Man on radio: Apologies, mate, instant response.

Sirens wail — phone vibrates

Christ almighty, leave me alone!

He says he's gonna kill Trixie!

He's got a knife!

Did you see a knife? — she's just a little thing.

Did he have a knife, Mary? — Mary: He's gonna kill her!

Does he have a knife? — Mary sobs

get in there! Right, get in your flat.

Stay there!

Christ!

Trevor?

Come on, mate, I'm sick of this, open the door, will ya!

Get back in to that flat!

I'm not jokin', Mary.

Phone vibrates

Jesus Christ.

Trevor! — phone vibrates

fuckin' hell, Carl! Shut the fuck up!

Mary: He said he's gonna kill Trixie.

Jesus Christ, right, come out again

you're gonna spend the night in a cell.

Stay in there!

Right, Trevor.

Trevor: Who is it? — fuck!

You know who the fuck it is!

So, open the door, you fuckin' nonce!

If you don't open this door, I'm comin' through it

and then I'm gonna come through you!

I'm gonna count to three.

One, two, alright.

Trevor: I'm puttin' the chain on.

Fuckin' hell! Have you got a knife?

Trevor cries out

solemn music

Trixie whimpers

She, she, she said he... erm.

Phone vibrates

had a knife, you know?

Where?

You need to sort this shit out, yeah?

Gotcha.

Sorry about that, he kicked off so I had to drop him.

Why isn't he under arrest then?

If he assaulted him, he should be under arrest, shouldn't he?

He didn't kick off.

Mate, you saw the way he was holdin'—...

We didn't see anythin', we're already back at the Nick

gettin' ready to go home, yeah?

Oh, well you know, he kicked off.

Rachel: He's a mess. — who asked you?

You're supposed to be a police officer.

Is that right?

Come on, lad.

You need to sort yourself out, mate.

Phone vibrates

fuck me.

Trevor wheezes

you broke your ribs?

No, I landed on the recyclin'.

What the fuck am I gonna do here?

Sorry for causin' you trouble.

Stop sayin' you're sorry.

Trevor: I won't say anythin'.

You can say what you want, just don't say sorry.

I won't say you hit me if you don't arrest me.

I shouldn't of hit ya.

She said I had a knife, I did tell her I had a knife.

I suppose I did have a knife, but it was for me beans.

Solemn music

Lyn n: How are you feeling now?

Chris?

It's still there.

It's, it's still there, hmm?

Lynn: What's still there?

Try.

You just shut me down?

Just like that you shut me down.

I don't have a voice here?

Time and place. — really?

That's what you're sayin'?

Do you want him to lose his job?

He shouldn't be in the job, Phil!

Look at the state of him.

He's under a lot of pressure and you kickin' off at him

or makin' unfounded—...

Unfounded?

We saw the man on the floor holding his face!

You even said he was out of order.

I know what I'm talkin' about. — and I don't?

No.

If you've got a problem with a fellow officer

save it till you're back at the Nick.

You're supposed to be teachin' me

how to do the job pr0perly.

And I am. — no!

Honestly, Phil, you're really not.

Children shout

come on, mate.

Alright, see you later, yeah?

Go on.

Adam?

Adam, wait there, mate.

Alright, listen. You have a smashin' day, yeah?

You be a good boy, yeah?

Ok, let's go.

See ya later, son.

See ya, mate.

Bye, thanks so much.

Hey. — hey.

What the hell are you doin' textin' me at teatime?

Right. I'm sorry.

I just, I just wanted to chat.

So you just text me out the blue

while Chris is sittin' opposite me?

I didn't think. — hmm.

I was just a bit fed up

and I thought you might wanna talk too, you know?

I was having dinner with my husband and daughter.

I know you're as fed up as I am.

I love my husband, ray.

Solemn music

Mr Carson? Invoice for you, sir.

Thanks.

Hey, mum.

Hey. — here's my hero policeman.

Chris: How you doin'?

You're late.

Well it was a busy night. Did you sleep?

It's you who should be worrying about sleeping.

You should be goin' home to bed

coming round here every morning.

Kate and tilly will wanna see you before school.

They know where I am.

They think you don't wanna go home.

They popped in yesterday. — Chris: Mm?

She brought me them lovely flowers.

Oh right, yeah.

You look shattered, I wish you'd get some decent sleep.

Well, I'll sleep when you do.

I'm scared I won't wake up.

You're not dead yet

I wanna get the most out of this place, it costs enough!

How was your night?

It was ok, you know, the usual.

You know what, actually, I did a good thing.

Isn't that what you're supposed to do anyway?

Suppose so, yeah.

June: So what was it? The good thing?

It was just a thing for someone

who normally doesn't matter.

June: Everyone matters.

They don't mam, not really.

So, what made this someone matter this time?

Well she's in a hole and I pulled her out.

Might make a difference for a change.

June coughs

hey, you alright?

You alright?

I'm fine.

Do you want me to close that? — no.

No.

It's a bit cold.

It's nice and I like it, the breeze.

Do you still want to?

You could get in to trouble.

Trouble's my middle name, you worry about you.

Your middle name's Perry.

Chris laughs

and I have to worry about you

because you don't worry about yourself.

Do you remember when I used to roll cigarettes for dad?

Do you remember, mam?

No.

Do you remember when I dropped his bag of baccy?

You do.

Come on, you must do?

I don't and if I did.

If I did, I'd say I did, but I don't.

Alright.

Cos lknow the damage it does.

Livin' with a monster.

But you're not a monster, Chris.

Cos that was your dad and this is you.

You sure about that?

Yes, I am.

Maybe speak to your wife about your fears?

How would that go?

Well she wants us to talk, she wants us to be a fam.

I can't, I can't show them this, can I?

I love 'em too much.

Solemn music

Carl on voicemail: You think you're bein ' clever

cos you've got some saviour complex over case y.

Well you've made a bad mistake, lad

another one in a long line of them

but this one is the worst

and this one is gonna cost you bad.

Phone line disconnects

nah, I'm still here, aren't I. Do you wanna buy some drugs?

Coke.

Loads.

10 grand's worth.

Well, yeah, I'm serious!

I am!

Today.

Nah, money first cos you're a blurt

and I don't trust ya!

I'll come to yours.

Solemn music

Solemn music continues

Chris sobs

Right.