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POTTERY CLATTERS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

You all right, boss?

WHISPERS: Kitty. SLURRED: - I've left him.

I should never have gone there. You were right.

Have you any idea what time it is?

Also, I'm sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier.

You scared the living daylights out of me.

It's just the hurt.

Talking, you know, the damage, The fucked-uppery.

Yes, and I've got to go to work in the morning.

It's just when you said that I might've misheard him,

that Graham, I found that very difficult.

And I know you probably didn't mean it and you apologised, but...

...it's... I'm sorry.

And I don't want us not to be friends, Beth, because...

...I love you.

-Look, before you say... -I was gonna get the bus to London

on Sunday and disappear,

I was so at the end of my rope.

But then Gavin sent this text saying he's sorry.

And I didn't wanna go back there, but I thought if I did,

I could get him to drop the charges against me

and it'd be one less thing to worry about.

But I have gone back there and it's just the same.

If he's not banging my head against the wall,

I'm getting so drunk, I can't even stand up,

just to cope with being anywhere near him,

let alone having to fuck him.

And when I was here with you, I wasn't like that.

I had a glimpse of what it's like to be normal, or relatively normal,

so I've left him, and I'll go to court

and I'll face the consequences.

Then I want us to do what we do.

I want us to write stuff together,

and be happy and have a laugh and try and make it...

How did you get here?

Helicopter.

I walked! Are you listening?!

-From Sowerby Bridge? -Yeah.

Last bus had gone. I rang for a taxi,

but I must have been blacklisted again.

My phone's nearly run out of shit now, so...

Look, before you say anything else, you need to know that

after you left, we decided we're not gonna do it any more.

Not do what any more?

We're not gonna do the band.

We're not gonna pay for the studio on Thursday,

we're not gonna do the gig.

It's a lot of money to risk throwing down the drain.

Why are we throwing it down the drain?

-Well, if you don't turn up... -But I am gonna turn up.

Well, it's been decided.

Yvonne was gonna phone Jenny and tell her.

She probably already has...

It's decided?

By who? Yvonne?

No. We all decided.

-It was a unanimous decision. -Well, ring 'em up.

You ring Nelly Bollocks up and you tell her we are doing it.

And you cannot do a unanimous decision without me.

No, Kitty. It's over.

I mean, we did the talent contest and we...

I wasn't in it just for the talent contest.

Neither was I, but...

Listen, I will turn up. But it's... it's gonna be different.

It... I've done a lot of thinking.

-I-I have. -I think the problem... -I've been really thinking.

...is that a lot of damage was done.

When you didn't return our calls or texts...

...we all thought that you...

...you didn't want to bother with us any more.

I know I did.

Oh, look, come on, Beth. You've got... We've got to do this.

-You've got to ring them up. -No.

OK, I'll ring them up.

Not now. It's nearly one o'clock in the morning!

So what?!

I'll use your phone, though, cos mine's nearly run out of...

You are drunk!

And if you call them now, you're gonna make them

even more cross than they are already!

Are they cross?

I'm sorry, but I think the moment's gone.

What seemed like an exciting possibility on Saturday night...

...is dust.

It's gone.

Gone with the wind.

That's not fair.

Yeah, well, life's not fair.

I need to get to bed

or I won't be able to stay awake in the traffic jam

on the M62 tomorrow morning.

Are you kicking me out?

I thought you were never coming back here ever again.

Yeah, but...

You were the one who left.

I never kicked you out.

Nor would I.

Nor would I give it such inelegant definition,

even if I had kicked you out!

I was the one saying that you should stay here and rest,

so don't you - ever - accuse me of kicking you out!

You kicked yourself out!

You're just like Tom.

You delight in putting me in impossible positions.

-No, I don't. -Not answering my texts then going AWOL.

Do you ever think what that's like for me?

I can be better than this.

SHE SNIFFLES

Look...

...apart from...

...when I was little, before...my mum disappeared...

...those six weeks I spent here with you...

...were the best six weeks of my life.

And it was the only time I have ever been made to feel

like a half-decent human being.

I'm sorry.

Beth...

No, I'm sorry, Kitty.

Sometimes you need to decide...

...whether the highs are worth the lows.

And sometimes they aren't.

I need to get back on an even keel.

I can't keep doing this.

I'm sorry.

OK.

SHE SNIFFLES

Right.

WEAKLY: - All right.

I'm shit.

I know I am.

Can I sleep in t'shed?

In t'manger with t'donkey?

WHISPERS: For fuck's sake, Kitty.

Come inside.

Are you sure?

What about Tom?

If he finds out I've been here again...

Well, I'll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.

Go on.

You know where everything is.

Your bedroom's just as you left it, and I need to be in bed, so...

...help yourself.

What the fuck is this?

Oh, er...

No, it... I was just...

It wasn't any...

SCREAMS: - DON'T YOU EVER!

Don't you ever.

BETH EXHALES SHAKILY

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ Riot women gonna set this world on fire. ♪

Did they not give you a wheelchair?

She won't have one.

I need to keep moving. I'm not lolling about watching game shows

for the next three months.

They have actually discharged you, haven't they?

-You've not just escaped? -Can you get that door open?

-Yeah, yeah. -Here, let me help you. -No.

Have they caught the little bastards?

Have you heard owt?

-Is me mam all right? -Yeah, yeah.

She won't shut up about how she never wanted you

-to join t'police in t'first place. -Yeah, well, she was right.

For t'wrong reasons, but...

...she was right.

Anyway, first things first.

You missed a right load of excitement last night.

-Why? -Did Holly not text you?

-No. -Come on, Nish, let's get you inside.

Oh, my God, I thought she'd have said something to you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Have you spoken to Yvonne?

No, just Jess.

You might find Yvonne less forgiving than the rest of us.

Why?

Oh, just that she prides herself on never going back on a decision

once it's been made.

And it was a big decision.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

I didn't...

I didn't come just to apologise.

There was, er...

You know what I told you, on Saturday, about when I were 12?

-Yeah. -Can I talk to you about it?

'Course you can, Kitty.

Saturday was so stupid. Everything happened on Saturday.

So, this is when we were at t'school, before we went on.

This friend, acquaintance, dickhead

turned up and told me that me dad has been extradited from Morocco.

-Did you know that? -No.

Yeah. Three months ago.

He's in Wakefield high-security prison.

So those three men I told you about,

I never knew their real names, but they ran with me dad's crew

and they hung around at our house. They all did.

So what I'm thinking is, me dad might remember them.

I mean, he might not. He might be losing his marbles.

Maybe that's why they copped him.

He might not even see me,

but I'm thinking if I put in a request for a visiting order...

Did he know?

What these men were doing to you?

No. God, no.

And I know, I know, even if I got their names,

I might never find them, but the thing I'm thinking is,

if I could find them, surely I could prove it, couldn't I?

If I could get Tom's DNA and theirs,

then Tom is living proof that one of them got me pregnant

31 years ago.

Well, if they've ever been arrested,

the police will have their DNA on file anyway.

So, if it got to court, this is the thing.

They couldn't make out that I was, like...

...some wild child that was asking for it, can they?

Cos I'm worried that's what people think when they... look at me,

when they know my name.

I just... I...

I think that's what Tom thinks.

They can't try and just cobble some defence together

based on that, can they?

There is no defence for the rape of a 12-year-old.

You've just got to be prepared for how you'd feel

if it all went down the tubes on a technicality.

Or if you got a... jury full of idiots.

Which happens more often than you'd like to think. But, yeah...

...these men really ought to pay for what they did to you.

Did Gavin do that to you last night?

Yeah.

Have they charged him yet?

No.

Right, I'm gonna get dressed, then I'll drive you up to Halifax nick.

That's a new assault with visible injuries.

They need to go and arrest him.

They won't arrest him. They didn't last time.

Last time, you couldn't prove it. This is evidence.

We all saw you without injuries at the rehearsal.

Are all your clothes in bin bags, still in his flat?

Yeah.

Right, well, you need those, as well, then, don't you?

Anywhere else?

-Anywhere else? -Yeah, this one here.

UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC

ROCK MUSIC BEGINS

PHONE BUZZES

It is, it says!

PHONE: - Your destination is on your right.

It looks deserted!

You're not going in there? No...

-Look. -It is!

-Oh... -Mm.

INTERNAL RINGTONE

Hi, this is Fearne. I can't get to the phone. Please leave a message.

-Yvonne! -Hiya.

Oh, you're here!

Yeah. Well,

I decided if anyone's going to cock it up in the guitar department,

-it should be me. -We're just through here. Let me show you.

Jess has nearly finished. And he's great - John, the sound guy!

He's so nice and he's making some really good suggestions.

I think we're all a little bit in love with him.

DRUM RECORDING PLAYS

Yay! John! Aren't you clever?

-Being able to make me sound like I know what I'm doing! -Ah, you see,

-we got there in the end! -You're a rock star, baby.

SHE CHUCKLES

Who's up next?

Holly. Hopefully.

-Oh, Yvonne! You came! -Here we are, John. Holly and Yvonne.

So you don't need to do the guitar section after all.

He was going to fill in for you.

Hello! How do you do?

Hi.

-Kitty. -Yvonne.

I've heard, er, such great things about you. Just now from Beth.

Oh. Lovely.

Yeah, so, er, so I'm the... the bass player, but I'm not very good.

Er, in fact, I'm really quite bad at it.

To the point of it's probably really embarrassing

for you to have to listen to me.

Oh, shut up, you're fine. She's great.

-You're up next, babe. -Why?

I'm not easily embarrassed.

Well, that's handy. For you.

She's only been playing for seven weeks. She's actually really good.

-Considering. -Yeah, well, Beth's played keyboards all her life

and, er, Jess has been learning the drums for longer than she let on,

and me sister learned to play guitar at school and, er, Kitty, well...

So, yeah, I'm the... the really crap one.

Maybe someone else should go next.

Erm, maybe my sister.

Maybe I should go last. Maybe I should, you know, come back later?

-Why are you talking so much? -Er, it would be better

if we can get the bass track down next.

-I mean, I don't want to make you feel uneasy. -OK. - You know, that'd be

-counterproductive, but, yeah, it would be better if we can... -OK.

So, yeah, yeah, tell you what, let's, er... let's just do it.

Let's get it done.

Oh, I'm shaking, look.

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

How weird is that?

You know, erm, I do think I've met you before.

-Really? -Yeah, you do just... look familiar.

Sorry, have you ever been arrested?

HE CHUCKLES

-What for? -I don't know, anything. But she's a police officer.

-Maybe that's why you've met before. -Was. - A police officer? - Was.

Really? That's funny, I would have had you down as a... don't know.

An archivist, maybe.

KITTY LAUGHS

Gosh. OK. So, er... do... do... do we do this in here, or...?

No, you need to go into the studio.

Yeah. I'll show you.

She fancies him.

I've seen it before.

She starts talking high-velocity garbage.

I am going to get some coffees. Does anybody want something?

Yes, please. Yeah, go on, then. Black, two sugars.

-Jess, usual? -Yeah. -I'll come with you.

-You need your arse kicking. -Yeah?

Well, you need a therapeutic f... Oh...!

INTERCOM: - So, you're a police officer? Well, that is...

-That is very interesting. -Shit, what have I done?

You said you were a senior lecturer at Huddersfield University... Jojo!

Yeah, that's because I am.

In the music department.

OK, well, saying you're a police officer

-sometimes puts people off, so, that's all. -Er, OK,

-but you didn't have to pretend you didn't know me. -Well, you know

-why I did that. -Er, no. No, I don't.

Because...

WHISPERING: ..they all know! They all know I had a date

with this bloke who wanted me to lick his arse!

-Oh, my God! Is he...?! -Oh, no, no, no!

It's Jack the Rimmer.

He's Jack the Rimmer!

THEY LAUGH

He is the one who wanted our Holly to lick his arse!

-They smelled a rat. -Do what?!

They'd have got it out of me. They're formidable.

All of them.

THEY LAUGH

-What?! -OK, let's just, er... Let's just get this done

as painlessly as possible, OK?

-Here. -I'll do it! -Yeah, all right, all right. OK.

INDISTINCT CHAT

Oh!

John, erm, I'm just going to go and get some coffees.

-Would you like a coffee? -Er, yeah. Lovely, thanks, Beth.

-Flat white, please. -Sugar? -Er, no. No, no, no. Thanks.

No, he's sweet enough already.

Holly, can you hear me? OK, so,

I'm just going to play you Jess's drum track,

and then you're just come in where you come in, OK?

Oh, my God! He seems so...!

THEY LAUGH

Jack the Rimmer!

Ooh...

PHONE RINGS

-Tom? -Mum? I've left Fearne.

-You've what?! -Has she spoken to you?

Well, I had had a missed call from her but... What's happened?

We had a really gross argument

and she was saying really stupid things. And, basically,

-she's now told me to get out, so... -Why are you the one leaving?

Because Tricia's there! Tricia's moved in!

-Tricia has? - Yes! And now I've got to find... -Why aren't you at work?

I'm going to work! I don't feel like going to work, Mum!

I feel like driving straight into a fucking wall!

Look, come on, what was it about?

Kitty! Obviously! What else?

What about Kitty?

So I was trying to explain to her, to Fearne,

that Graham is just of a generation where speaking in a certain way

used to be, you know, people just did it, didn't they?

-Men. Yeah. Men did. -Men! Yes!

And that it's hard for people - men - of that generation

not to let the occasional stupid thing slip out now and again!

And I was just repeating something Graham had said when he was

flailing around, desperately trying to justify himself...

-Well, what did he say? -That some women...

That some women would take what he said as a compliment -

the first bit, obviously, not the second bit.

-Yeah, they wouldn't. -Yes, I know that!

Oh, my God! Are you even listening?! You're like HER!

I was repeating what Graham said!

I was not expressing my own opinion!

Yeah, calm down.

Yeah? YOU calm down! I've just had to come to terms with the fact

that my father was some fucking paedophile rapist

and/or my mother was a 12-year-old whore!

Because you never told me! So you fucking calm down! All right?!

-You fucking calm down! -Tom, I...

I'm going to have to come and stay at yours, cos I'm not staying here!

Yeah... Well, you can... Yeah, 'course you can.

Erm, but...

Oh, God.

You should know, though, erm, Kitty's also staying with me again.

-What? -And I am not going to kick her out again.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Tom?

OK.

Is that OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll ring my friend. I'll see if I can stay at his.

They've just had a baby and there's hardly any room,

-but you don't need to worry about that, do you? -Oh! You don't have to

-do that! I didn't mean... -Bye.

Tom?!

What's up?

It's Tom and Fearne. They've had a big bust-up.

He's moved out.

Shit.

Whoo! Kam and Miranda have entered the building!

-After they finally found it. -No Nisha?

I tried.

♪ I'm so depressed, I can't get dressed

♪ Having trouble hiding my lack of interest

♪ Blood stains pouring like rain

♪ Borderline anaemic from bleeding all day

♪ Time's waning, it feels like I'm fading

♪ Doctor told me to stop complaining

♪ If it happened to blokes

♪ God only knows

♪ We'd be getting HRT from Tesco

♪ Am I invisible?

♪ Am I untouchable?

♪ Am I unlovable?

♪ Are you uncomfortable?

♪ And I'm seeing red, red, red

♪ Red, red, red... ♪

CHUCKLING

♪ Red, red, red, red, red, red!

-♪ Red, red, red, red, red, red... ♪ -Ow!

♪ Red!

♪ I'm seeing red, red, red, red, red, red... ♪

What?

♪ Red, red, red, red, red, red!

♪ Red, red, red, red, red, red!

♪ Red... ♪

CHUCKLING

How did you know?!

We heard you. Over the thing, when you went into the studio.

♪ Give me HRT

♪ Give me HRT

♪ Give me HRT

♪ Give me HRT!

♪ Give me HRT

♪ Give me HRT

♪ Give me HRT

♪ Give me

♪ And I'm seeing red, red, red, red, red, red!

♪ Red, red, red, red, red, red!

♪ Red, red, red, red, red... ♪

-Erm, sorry, which way are you going, Holly? -She's with me.

I'll go get the car and swing back by here,

if you want to keep an eye on the gear.

-He is gorgeous. -Yeah, yeah.

-Yeah, I mean, I'd lick his arse. -No, you wouldn't!

-Well, I wouldn't kick him out of bed. -Good to know.

You can tell him yourself, look.

He's beautiful. Anyway, have a nice evening.

-See you later. -Bye. Well done.

-Bye, see you! -Yeah, I'm not here. I'm just waiting for Yvonne.

So...

...you're a police officer?

Yeah, I can see what you're thinking. Do you know that you can

dislocate someone's shoulder with a pair of handcuffs

-if you know how to use them properly? -Mmm.

Do you think we got off on the wrong foot?

Er... no.

I thought we got off on the right foot, actually.

I thought we were OK. And then...

WHISTLES

Wow.

Yeah, thanks for that.

Yeah, well, maybe it's a generational thing.

What? Arse-licking?

What I still don't get is what you thought I would get out of that.

Other than, dare I say it, a nasty taste in my mouth.

HE CHUCKLES

It's the pleasure of giving someone else pleasure.

And some women do like it for that reason.

Well, I've done some research and I couldn't find anyone that did.

-Yeah, well, like I say, maybe it's a... -Generational thing, yeah, yeah.

Just us old biddies that don't want...

Doesn't that tell you something, though?

That women of a certain age have outgrown the need to pretend

to like doing something that, in fact, they don't like doing at all.

So, OK... So, erm...

HE CLEARS THROAT

What do you like doing?

♪ It's a lot like sacrifice

♪ It's a lot like giving yourself away

♪ When you wake up and open your eyes

♪ It's a lot like same shit, different day... ♪

Oh, my God, isn't that his car?

-Right, I'm not coming in. -Yes, you bloody are.

My friend said it'd be difficult. Cos of the baby, so...

-Is it all right if I have a bath? -'Course.

Do you want something to eat, Kitty?

I'll give you a shout when it's ready.

I'm going to open a bottle of wine. Would you like some?

So, when did Tricia move in?

Last Sunday.

You know, I know this is hard for you.

Of course it is, but it doesn't help anyone, least of all you, if you...

if you keep taking it out on Kitty.

We've raked up a lot of trauma for her.

And I know you think she's tough, but...

Well, she's not really handling it very well just now.

Any more than you are.

And... you really can't call her a...

...12-year-old whore.

That's... It's just wrong-headed.

And pulling her to bits can't be the way forward, Tom.

For your own sanity as much as hers.

♪ I woke up alarmed

♪ I didn't know where I was at first

♪ Just that I woke up in your arms

♪ And almost immediately I felt sorry

♪ Cos I didn't think this would happen again

♪ No matter what I could do or say

♪ Just that I didn't think this would happen again... ♪

PHONE BUZZES

♪ And what ever happened to a boyfriend?

♪ The kind of guy who tries to win you over

♪ And what ever happened to a boyfriend?

♪ The kind of guy who makes love cos he's in it

♪ And I want a boyfriend

♪ I want a boyfriend

♪ I want all that stupid old shit

♪ Like letters and sodas

♪ Letters and sodas

♪ You got up out of bed... ♪

"Why does no-one tell you that giving birth

"is like shitting a pineapple? They call it the gift of life

"but my only gift is some stranger ripping me open, hole to hole.

"Don't give me all that endorphins bullshit.

"I'm not having any fun, you're not having any fun,

"no-one is having any fun. I'm trying my best not to shit myself

"while you point a camera up my fanny.

"It's not cute, it's not beautiful, I'm not glowing. Do I look happy?

"It's like Armageddon, it's like that scene from Alien,"

"it feels like I'm having an exorcism."

"It's a miracle I'm still alive."

♪ Someone's gotta do it, someone's gotta do it

♪ Someone's gotta do it

♪ Guess it's gonna be me

♪ Someone's gotta do it, someone's gotta do it

♪ It's coming agaaaaaaaaaain... ♪

Then there's the next bit.

♪ Shitting pineapples! ♪

And that's the bit I'm feeling like we've gone down a rabbit hole

with it. Like, if that is the giving birth bit, the point where you're

actually shitting a pineapple, it needs to be wilder, like...

Like, maybe I should scream or I...

-Can you scream? -Can I scream? Like a banshee, baby.

You know, it needs to be like a primal-giving-birth-type,

-it shouldn't be... It should be beyond words. -OK!

Maybe we could work up a big screamy guitar solo for Yvonne

-on that big screamy pedal she's got. -Does Yvonne have any children?

-I don't know. Why? -I mean, obviously she's birthed a lot of babies but...

Oh, yeah. No, I don't actually know if she's dropped any herself.

What did...?

What? No, go on.

Do you remember what Tom looked like?

Just after he was born.

Erm...

Like a baby, I suppose.

With his tiny little fingernails.

His tiny little ears.

All so perfect.

I couldn't stop looking at him.

I didn't think I wanted him till he turned up.

And then, when he'd gone...

...it was like...

...part of me had gone missing.

Like part of me had gone with him.

Like... physically.

Part of me.

Well, I suppose it had.

I used to get upset because he cried a lot

in those first few months.

It was colic, obviously, and we dealt with that.

But I got the idea in my head that he was crying for his mum.

For his real mum.

For you.

And I couldn't make it stop.

Night after night. For months.

And it broke my heart. I read to him.

I sang to him.

I took him out in his buggy in the middle of the night.

But it didn't stop.

And then one day, it just did.

I wish I'd known...

...that you got him.

I used to wonder what sort of life he was having...

...and if he was all right.

And what if he wasn't?

Thank God it was you.

Oh, my God! I'm going to be late for work!

Tom! Hello.

Er, good morning. Erm, I'm off to work, I'm late.

Are you not going to work?

-I've rung in sick. -Really? OK.

-Are you sick? -No. I just...

OK.

I really have got to go.

Erm, will you be all right?

I'll try not be late back. All right?

Just go for a walk, get some fresh air.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye, Kitty!

FOOTSTEPS ASCEND STAIRS

I want you to tell me what happened.

When I was born.

Yeah? Well, how about you start being nice to me, then?

If you don't tell me the truth, I'm thinking all the worst things!

Do you understand that?!

That I need to know where I come from!

Well, I wish I could sugar-coat it for you. But I can't!

That's why I didn't ever want to get into it.

Of course you want to know.

OK. Well, I had a pretty weird childhood. I had four brothers,

all older than me. I was an accident, an afterthought,

a nuisance.

So I grew up in this world of men.

Men who made a living out of violence and drugs and porn.

Well, you've heard the podcast. A more delightful bunch of cunts

you could never wish to meet.

Can you just fucking sit down?!

My mum disappeared when I were nine.

She fell out wi' me dad. Me dad was not someone to fall out with.

I was told she'd met someone else and cleared off, but I don't know.

I don't think she would have left me, but I don't know.

So I grew up in this house full of blokes. Big house.

The sort of house you could get lost in.

And there was always people there. Men. Me dad's crew.

I'd be trying to get me breakfast before school

and they'd have had all t'milk.

Anyway, this one time, there were these three fellas.

They weren't me dad's regular crew,

he must have got 'em in for some particular job, I don't know.

And I had this friend at school.

She used to come home with me sometimes.

Any road, these...

...three fellas took a shine to us.

And they fed us with cigarettes and...

...Toblerone and...alcohol.

Obviously, we didn't know any better,

we just thought it were funny.

And then one time me friend said she wasn't coming any more.

And I didn't know why.

It was only afterwards...

But I assume these...

...this one bloke had done something to her or said something to her.

Anyway, after she stopped coming...

...he started on me.

And I had nowhere to hide.

I know what you think of me.

The same as everybody else.

That is me. Aged 12.

Smiling. Pretending that it wasn't happening.

It went on for months.

I didn't know his real name. I don't know how old he was.

He was a lot older than me.

He was probably only 27, 28,

but that is old enough when you're 12, isn't it?

And I didn't tell anyone because...

..there was no-one to tell.

And even if there had been,

I don't know that I would have cos

it's the kind of thing that...

..once they've done it...

..once you've escaped...

..you don't want to think about it again...

..till you have to...

..till the next time.

But, you know,

shit happens.

Will you tell me mum that I've... that I've...

-...gone back to Sheffield? -Can do.

Do I look like him?

I don't know.

Do I remind you of him?

No.

Listen.

I understand anger, and I understand why you're angry with me.

Because who else can you be angry with?

I do get it.

I don't like it, but I get it.

All my life I've lurched from one stupid thing to the next.

Alcohol, drugs, idiotic relationships.

And it's only now I've realised it's because I have been angry.

So angry because of what happened to me.

Like when I trashed that car

that I'm probably going to go to prison for.

That was me.

Age 12.

Trying to smash the fucking world to bits.

I am on your side.

I wish to God you were on mine.

PHONE BUZZES

Fucking hell!

-His Majesty's chocolate. -Thanks.

He couldn't remember them. But he hasn't lost his marbles.

I described them and there was a flicker, a vague memory,

but no names.

And he starts going on... "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I kept asking you who it was! I'd have ripped their cocks off!"

Well, it's bollocks.

I mean, I might have misremembered their nicknames. I don't know.

Well, if you can get Tom's DNA...

Sure, but I want all three of them.

Not just...

...the one that, you know, actually hit the jackpot.

And, by the way, FYI,

I haven't told Tom and Beth that there were... three of them.

I told them there was just one bloke.

-And I want it to stay that way. All right? -Understood.

And, anyway,

I might not want to go via the police, might I?

I might want to deal with it myself.

Yeah, OK. Well, the less I know about that, the better.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Sorry you weren't at the, er, recording studio.

It went pretty well.

I'd have just been in the way.

I'd have brought you some flowers, but, er,

I've brought you something else.

I'm not going to do anything with it meself. Well, I would, but

I've had my fingers burnt

interfering in other people's stuff, so...

That's the name of the, er, grubby little site

where Rudenko and his ilk share their latest unhealthy obsessions.

He has posted the images he took of you.

Obviously, he's tried to do it anonymously,

but he's not that bright. I've screen-shotted everything,

so even if he tries to delete it, you can still prove it.

It's all printed out there, that's all you need.

You take that to CID, you make the allegation,

they're obliged to do the rest.

What he's done is an offence under the Malicious Communications Act.

It also blatantly breaches the Police Codes of Conduct.

So, there you go.

That's him out on his arse and up on a criminal charge.

Should you choose to pursue it.

Better than flowers.

It's an apology.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

Like shit.

-Everyone's missing you. -Oh...!

-You don't need me any more, you've got Miranda. -Oh, for fuc...

Three backing singers? It's perfect.

-I can't sing. -I can't play.

Come on, this Jelly Bollocks, whatever her name is this week,

she's got a promoter coming to see the gig. It'll be...

...hilarious, we'll be ridiculous. You don't want to miss that.

Is this gig not after Kitty's court date?

-Yep. -So, what if she goes down?

Her court date's on a Friday.

We both know they don't give out custodial sentences on a Friday

cos they've run out of space in prison.

Yeah, we both know that they do.

Mmm.

So the plan is...

...if she gets sent down - which at the most she'll get, what,

six months? -we just put everything on hold until she comes out.

We don't do the gig.

Jenny Bollocks can always get another band to fill in.

We just wait for her. Then, if we keep practising,

when she does come out, we might be nearly as good as she is.

-Does Jenny Bollocks know this? -Fuck, no!

We decided not to tell her.

Why not, though?!

Because nobody's going to school in their costume today, Manuela.

It's just a fitting. The costumes are for tomorrow.

I hate you, Jessie!

-Ooh! -Hey! -Ow!

You shut up, being rude to Jessie, OK? You love Jessie.

Keep still! For God's sake!

Granny, isn't it today that Kitty is going to be up in court?

Er, yes. Yes, it is. How do they know about that?

Kitty is going to be up in court?

No point keeping things from the kids, Jessie.

They need to learn about life.

Will the King and Queen be up in court?

Erm, well, it's not that sort of a court, sweetheart.

-It's... -I want to be up in court.

No, you don't, Manuela, mate. They'll send you to prison.

The King is going to send Kitty to prison? Why?

Erm, well, she had a little accident with a sledgehammer.

Anyway, it's not... It won't be the King himself,

you're not missing anything, it'll be somebody

-who represents the King, that's not... -What kind of accident?

Hello, boys and girls!

-Jerry! -Jerry!

CHUCKLING

-What's he doing here?! -Oh, yeah. Jerry's back.

Oh, Jesus, Mother! We thought you'd seen the light.

-Don't start. -He's not good enough for you.

Are we really having this conversation again?

-Yes! Yes, we are! -Chloe, you leave Jessie alone!

Hang on, you're on MY side!

I'll text you.

I mean, hopefully they'll let me send a text

before they take all me stuff off me.

SHE EXHALES

And then, when I get to...

...wherever they're taking me...

...I'll phone you as soon as I can so you know where I am.

I will get through it, Beth.

Worst-case scenario, it'll only be a few months.

Have you heard owt from Tom?

I texted Fearne yesterday.

He's gone back to work, apparently. So, that's something.

-Are you sure you don't want someone with you today, Kitty? -I'll be fine.

I think, this time tomorrow,

we're all going to be in Hebden Bridge

and the sun is going to be shining,

and we're all going to have a fabulous day.

Yeah.

Oh, and if I do have to go to...

...Acapulco for a few weeks, you, er...

What?

You have to promise me...

...you won't do anything...silly.

I won't.

What are you doing here?

Er, I... I didn't think that you should be on your own.

I know that you didn't want an audience but I just, um...

...I don't think that you should be on your own.

-Is that him? -Don't look.

Kitty?

This is my solicitor.

This is, erm...

-I'm Kitty's son. Tom. -How do you do?

Kitty, this is Mrs Nebhrajani, she's representing you today.

Hello, Kitty. Can we have a little conversation before we go in?

So, I've had a chat with the Prosecution

and I've explained to him that Mr Peachey is himself up in court

in three weeks' time for assaulting you.

And that since you damaged his vehicle, he's left his wife,

reconciled with you, and has since assaulted you.

So the Prosecution has agreed that

that means he's no longer a credible witness in this case.

Not least because he claimed not to know who you were

when you damaged his vehicle.

So the circumstances have been outlined to the Magistrates,

-and it looks like the case is going to be dismissed. -But...

-So... What? -I just wanted to give you the heads-up

before we go into the courtroom.

But it looks like you'll be free to go.

Do you want a cup of tea?

That was crazy.

Happy turns of events don't generally happen to me.

I am sorry...

...Kitty.

I'm sorry for, er...

...all the stupid things I said.

Nobody can imagine what it's like to feel how you feel right now.

But we can be all right with each other, you and me.

If we choose to be.

Can't we?

Do I remind you...

...of him?

No, love.

No.

Sorry, you really do look like me. HE CHUCKLES FAINTLY

You know something? I have to say this cos it's important,

but Beth...

...she's been so fucking kind to me, has your mum.

I have always thought of myself as this...

...degenerate nonentity who could sing a bit.

Then Beth comes along and she makes me feel like someone

with a proper talent to whom something a bit sh...

...a bit complicated happened to, a long time ago.

Which is a long-winded way of saying...

...I think you landed on your feet there, kid.

She is kind.

I think she thinks she's adopted you, as well as me.

I wish someone would.

-Crap! -What? -I haven't rung her!

-All right, miss? -Hiya, lads.

BELL RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Oh, my God!

Oh...!

Hello? Kitty. How is it? How's...?

Yeah, yeah, you'll never guess what. You couldn't make this up.

Well, you could but nobody would believe you.

♪ Wanna start a band

♪ You can do it

♪ Better than any man

♪ She can do it

♪ Mothers, daughters, sisters, wives

♪ They can do it

♪ It might just save your life

♪ We can do it

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ Riot Women gonna set this world on fire

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ We run the world and we're not even getting tired

♪ I make the rules in this house

♪ I can do it

♪ I'll get your baby out

♪ I can do it

♪ You get them on the floor

♪ I can do it

♪ We'll leave you wanting more

♪ We can do it

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ Riot Women gonna set this world on fire

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ We run the world and we're not even getting tired... ♪

Yeah, come on!

♪ Courtney Love, Joan of Arc

♪ Riot Women have been here from the start

♪ Waging wars, battle-scarred

♪ All that genius to impart

♪ I'm you and you're me

♪ I'm her and you're she

♪ You think of everything you could be

♪ You wanna be a Riot Woman with me!

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ Riot Women gonna set this world on fire

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ We run the world and we're not even getting tired. ♪

Let's start a riot!

We won't be quiet!

Riot woman going to set this world on fire!

♪ Let's start a riot

♪ We won't be quiet

♪ We run the world and we're not even getting

♪ Tiiiiiiiiired! ♪

CHEERING

INDISTINCT CHAT

Oh, my God, I'm dripping!

-Did you hear how many wrong notes I played? -Yeah, you want to practise.

Oh, could you tell? Seriously?

I think we all played very well.

My head is bursting! Look, I'm shaking, I'm shake...

I can't feel me legs.

- PHONE RINGS - Oh, shit! How exciting was that?

I feel like I want to trash someone's hotel room

or shag some underage groupies.

-Hello? -Well, I nearly broken a nail

-but I don't care... -Hello?

MAN: - Kitty?

Dad?

Got some names for you.

-What? -Names.

Them fellas.

I know bloody well who they were.

Jim-Bob...

...was John Sykes.

He got knifed, 15, 20 year ago.

Connah...

...was Eamon Conway.

He's alive.

He lives in some flats up Ovenden,

Shay House.

And Mikey...

Mikey was known to us as Kevin Hamer.

But, in fact, he was an undercover copper.

Detective Chief Superintendent David Aspinall when he retired.

I've got an address.

What are you going to do to 'em, love?

Have you decided?

♪ Go on, take everything

♪ Take everything, I want you to

♪ And the sky was all violet

♪ I wanna get more violent, more violent

♪ And I'm the one with no soul

♪ One above and one belo-o-o-ow... ♪