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(birds chirping)

(sighing)

(dramatic music) (clock ticking)

(dramatic music) (birds chirping)

(alarm clock rings)

(screaming)

(grunting) (groaning)

(repetitive thudding) (groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Morning, Gavin.

(sobbing)

(coughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(pop music on radio)

- Oh, hello.

- Hello.

- Weren't too loud over the weekend, were we?

Well, we'll try to keep it down.

Sorry.

- Yeah, it's fine.

- Oh, how's your son's thingy going?

His trip?

Thailand, didn't you say, or?

- Yes, he sent me a Facebook last night.

He's just got on a boat from Koh Phangan, is it?

To Koh Surin, so yes.

(pop music on the radio)

- Koh Surin's west coast, innit?

- Um...

(mobile phone ringing)

Oh, would you excuse me?

Sorry.

(mobile phone ringing)

Hello?

- [Man] Just to let you know,

I'm afraid Gavin won't be phoning for a while.

- Who is this?

- You need to have a word.

Tell him to be more careful.

He's had a little accident.

- Accident?

Hello?

(dramatic music)

Hello?

(mobile phone rings)

Yes, I was just trying to get through

to my son's personal officer,

but they're not-- - I'll transfer you through

to the communications room.

- No, no, I was just saying, no one answered.

I need to speak to someone now.

- [Man] Leave a message, and they'll pass it on

to the residential staff.

- Look, I'm at the prison now.

Can't you just?

Can't someone just?

(sighs)

Excuse me, excuse me.

- You got the wrong day.

This is for last week.

There's nowt I can do.

You'll just have to fill out another visiting order.

- Excuse me. - Oi, there's a queue.

- [Harriet] No, I, yes, I know.

- I said there's a queue, love.

- Yeah, I know, just...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I-- - Do you mind?

- [Harriet] I'm not pushing in.

I just need-- - If you don't mind

joining the back of the queue, please.

- My son, I think he's in trouble.

- Bloody hell, love!

They're all in trouble.

Why d'you think they're in here?

(women laughing)

- Can somebody help me, please?

- [Ian] Is everything all right?

- I just need to see my son.

(dramatic music)

- okay.

- Oh, no!

- Ah, it's not that bad.

He's fine, but he has been taken

to hospital. - What?

- A few cuts and bruises.

Nothing broken, nothing sprained,

nothing very serious at all.

- This is serious! - I know, I know.

- Oh!

Wish I could see him.

Or just talk to him.

Find out what's going on. - I'm sorry, you can't.

But I could.

If he's experiencing problems,

maybe we could get him transferred to the VP wing.

Vulnerable Prisoners.

- Could you?

- Yeah.

Direct number for safe custody.

Anything like that happens again,

that'll get you straight through to them.

You can always come and see me.

- Thank you.

It's my fault, you know.

Why he's here.

- Your fault?

Everyone blames themselves.

- He got in with this wrong crowd.

These, uh...

(she sighs)

Then I found these bullets.

These bullets.

And I stupidly took them to the police.

I wanted them to do something, to...

To give him a warning. - It's not stupid.

You did what you thought-- - But when they came,

they found a gun.

A gun in his room he'd been asked to hold on to.

If I'd known that, I never would...

- You can't blame yourself for your son's mistake.

- He does.

He blames me.

(dramatic music)

(wind howling) (birds cawing)

(dramatic music) (leaves rustling)

- [Lauren] What are you doing?

- Jesus, Lauren!

What are you, a ninja?

I were just having a minute to myself.

- Have you been crying?

- No.

I'm just going to miss this place.

That's all.

- Me too.

- I'm sorry, Lauren.

- It's not your fault.

- We'll be okay, love.

I promise.

(people murmuring)

- [Lou] What are you saying?

That I'm some kind of warped danger

to my own son, or something?

- No, no, Miss Bell.

What I am saying-- - Then why are you

calling the social?

I don't believe this.

The social?

- Grownups can be silly, can't they?

- [Will] Then we have to contact the authorities.

- Piss off!

Come on, Mase, coat, bag.

- Is everything all right?

Can I do anyth-- - No, Gemma, it's fine.

- This your doing, is it? - What?

- Tell them I'm taking him out of school?

- I haven't said anything.

- Well, getting social services on to me now,

so thanks very much, yeah?

- We have noticed certain behavioral changes

and it is our responsibility to investigate.

- Investigate this!

Come on.

(slams door)

(dramatic music)

(Harriet sighs)

- Hello, boy.

Hello.

(dog barks)

(dramatic music)

There you go, boy.

There you go.

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

Oh!

Damn!

(phone ringing)

Yes?

Hello?

- It's me.

- Gavin!

- Jesus Christ!

- Gavin, you're out.

Are you out of the hospital?

- Yeah.

Look, you've got to stop going round telling people that...

Telling people I'm being bullied.

- What?

What?

Why?

But...

What happened?

Are you all right?

- You locked me in a place full of thugs and murderers.

What do you expect?

- I spoke to the chaplain.

He said they could get you transferred.

- Transfer me?

With the pedos and the nonces?

Yeah, thank you very much.

- You have to tell someone.

- Once you've been in there, they'll kill you.

- You got a problem?

- [Inmate] Have you got a problem?

You got a problem? - What's that?

What's going on?

(thudding)

Gavin!

(men murmuring)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- [Woman] The hours for safe custody are 9:00 am to 5:00 pm.

Please call back within this time or leave a message.

(sobbing) (dramatic music)

(creaking)

- Sweetheart?

Darling, are you awake?

Come on.

Back to bed with Mummy.

(dramatic music)

(siren blaring)

(she sighs)

(dramatic music)

(people murmuring)

(she gasps)

(dramatic music) (people murmuring)

- We need to get you out of here.

(dramatic music)

Is that him?

- No, don't.

- Is it the man who called me?

The bully?

- No.

Stop it!

You don't know anything.

He's...

He'll protect me.

- Well, that's good, then, isn't it?

- No.

He sets the other lads onto you

and then he rocks up like he can help if you know m...

- If you what?

- Make it worth his while.

Bring him something in to sell.

Like

drugs.

- Drugs?

It's a prison.

I mean, how would they ever get them in?

It's very strict.

- A visitor would have to bring some in.

- Oh!

Oh!

(dramatic music) (people murmuring)

No!

No, no!

If you think I'm that stupid to bring you drugs,

you've got-- - It isn't for me.

I'm asking you to do something for me.

For once.

- How can?

(people murmuring)

(guard clears throat)

(inmate sighs)

- Oi, you...

You know the rules.

One kiss at the beginning,

one at the end.

Read the sign. - I can't help it, Gem.

It's been six weeks.

- Stop!

Stop it!

- Hey.

I've got me trial date through.

- What?

Really? - Yeah.

I'll be out the week before your birthday,

everything back to normal, yeah?

And do you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna come home, I'm gonna kick the door down,

I'm gonna lift you up, take you upstairs,

throw you on the bed, put on a bit of music.

Eh?

Do a little dance.

(beatboxes)

(she chuckles) - Stop it!

(both laugh)

- Everything just the way it was, yeah?

- I think you're forgetting there'll be a newborn baby

to take care of.

And the house is a tip after the leak.

No hot water.

- I'm sorry, babe.

Just give Andy a shout.

Business is coming along nicely now so he'll pop round.

Huh?

It'll be fine.

I promise.

(chuckling)

- [Lou] It's bullshit.

It's just the school are being--

- It's not bullshit if they're sending the social round.

I mean, what are they gonna do?

Interview you?

What?

- I don't know, Sean.

- What about Steve's missus?

- No.

- She could help, couldn't she?

- I don't need any help, not from her, not from no one.

- You don't need it, but it's okay to ask for it now

and again, Lou.

(people murmuring)

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

Time to go.

I might have accidentally spilled a bit of weedkiller.

What?

(gentle instrumental music)

- All right, fella.

She's not coming.

Better get you back.

(gentle instrumental music)

(keys clinking)

- [Woman] Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(car engine humming)

- So shall I just keep getting beaten up,

then? - No!

Where would I even get any?

- I can give you an address.

An old mate from school, Dougie.

Wouldn't even need much.

- I...

No, no!

I'm not...

I mean, how would I even get it in?

They search you, they have dogs.

- Well, it'd have to come...

It'd have to come...

- What?

(people murmuring)

- Inside you.

(dramatic music) (people murmuring)

- [Harriet] No.

- I learned how to kill myself the other day.

(she sobs)

Some of the lads told me.

They whisper at you at night, through the wall,

telling you. - All right.

Please, please-- - Don't!

(dramatic music)

- Okay, look, so...

I need to ask you something.

I wanna know what the complaint was at the school.

What social services are thinking about doing.

Isn't there, like, a file or a form

you'd be able to get me a copy of, or whatever?

- I couldn't do that.

I could lose my job

if I did that. - Please!

I couldn't bear it if Mase...

If...

If he were taken away from me, put in care, I couldn't.

I'm a good mum.

I'm sorry, right, I shouldn't have asked.

- Don't, I can, uh...

- No, forget it, it's fine.

(gate clanking)

(dramatic music)

- I can't eat this.

- Give it to Pebbles, then.

- D'you know, they eat cats in China.

- [Francesca] Don't listen to him, Lauren.

- You're literally actually probably feeding him

his own sister right now.

Did you know that?

That's cannibalism. - Nobby!

- Nobby!

- Oh, come on, the pair of you.

- Does Dad know we're here living like this?

- I don't know.

I haven't seen your dad for a bit.

We are having some time apart.

- You've had six years apart.

- No, it's a different type of apart, Matthew.

- What do you mean?

(chuckling)

- [Francesca] What do you think I mean?

(cat meowing)

(slams door)

- Mum, what are we doing? - For God's sake,

this is just temporary

until we find somewhere decent to rent.

I'm doing my best, Matt.

We are all doing our bloody, shitting best.

This whining, you know, you're starting

to sound like your dad, though I don't know why,

because I don't know when the last time

you spoke to him was.

- I'm not whining, Mum, I'm worried, there's a difference.

Why the hell can't you just speak

to your dad? - Oh, Jesus!

- What?

Does he live on a cloud, a one-bedroom cloud?

No, he lives in a house.

- Don't talk to me like I am the child here, Matt.

You are the one that needs to grow up.

- Yeah, I am doing.

We need help.

We need you to go and speak to Grandad, we can't stay here.

I won't have Lauren staying here, Mum.

(she sighs)

(dramatic music)

(Harriet sighs)

(dramatic music)

- Come on, Bas.

Little adventure, eh?

Come on!

Come on!

(dog growls)

- Oh, sorry.

Gemma, do you want a coffee?

- Oh, no, no, I'm fine, thanks.

(people murmuring)

(dramatic music)

(car engine humming)

- 30.

(sighs)

Wish me luck, Basil.

(doorbell rings)

- Hello.

- Hello.

Is Douglas in?

I can come back later.

You know, if Douglas...

Because, I mean, I only live, well,

not around the corner, but...

Do you know the end of Spencer?

- No, no, no, it's all right.

He'll be back soon.

(chuckling)

He's just... (dog barks)

Sorry, I hope you don't mind me--

- No, of course, no, what?

- What...

What are you doing here?

(dramatic music)

- Um...

Well, I wanted...

It's sort of personal.

- Personal?

- Nothing bad.

- Is Dougie in trouble?

- D'you know what, actually no,

I probably should be getting off.

I've got a lot to do and I don't want to keep you.

- No, wait a minute, you can't just come over here asking

to see my son and then leave without telling me what

on Earth's going on.

- I'm so sorry.

Please. - Oi!

Who the hell are you?

(dramatic music)

- [Will] Whoa!

(Will laughs)

(she chuckles)

- [Gemma] Ah, you've...

- Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to--

- No, it's...

It's fine.

- I'm just looking for the Ofsted report '09.

Oh, yawn, yawn!

(she chuckles)

- Well, er...

I can always root it out for you if you...

- Oh, thank you.

Gosh!

She's just growing so fast.

Um...

May I?

- Yeah, yeah.

(both chuckle)

What are you doing?

- It's all right, it's okay.

It's all right, it's okay.

(groaning)

- Will, get off!

(dramatic music)

- [Frank] How do, Frannie?

- Dad.

- Wanna be careful in them.

This isn't the catwalk in Milan, you know.

It's just me path.

Full of holes, like the rest of the country.

I'll get kettle on, shall I?

(dramatic music)

Still one sugar, is it?

- No, sweeten...

That's fine.

(clattering)

- So, come on, stop pissing about, what's up?

- You don't beat about the bush, do you?

- Life's too short, Frannie.

He's left you?

- No, I've left...

No one's left anyone, Dad.

Just run into a bit of trouble.

- Aye.

Well.

- You don't have to look so pleased.

- Don't you bloody dare!

Right?

Never have the words "I told you so" ever left this mouth,

nor shall they ever.

I'm not pleased, Frannie.

What do you take me for?

You all right?

- Yeah.

No.

Um...

Police have taken everything.

(she sighs)

- Everything, like what?

The car? - Yeah.

- Furniture and stuff? - And the house it was in.

We've got nowhere to live.

- Yeah, well, that's not entirely true, is it?

He has, hasn't he?

He's got a nice little place to live,

courtesy of Her Majesty

and the hardworking taxpayer. - Dad.

(he sighs)

- Where are the kids?

- They're at school at the moment,

but I can't afford the fees so they'll have to move.

- Good.

Send them to a comp.

Give them a lesson in life.

- Yeah, well, they're certainly getting that at the moment.

- Want a Hobnob?

- No.

- Bourbon?

- No.

- Jammie Dodger?

- No, thanks.

- I guess they must be all grown up now.

- Oh, don't do that, Dad,

make out like you haven't seen them for yonks.

There was always Christmas.

- Oh, yeah, those annual two-hour Christmas slots we had.

Funny how they dried up, eh?

After your mum.

- Yeah, well, maybe it was because we just rowed.

- Maybe because I didn't raise my daughter

to be some gangster's moll who knew the price of everything

but the value of absolutely bugger all.

- You know what? - Here it comes.

Let me strap myself in.

The temper.

- We tried to help you with Mum.

We offered you help.

- No.

You offered a cheque.

Well, I didn't want a cheque.

(dramatic music)

I wanted my family around me.

She did.

She w...

She didn't want to be in some fancy hospice place.

She wanted to be at home with me.

And she was.

Yeah, well,

you're here now.

(sighing) (children murmuring)

- So I thought we should, you know,

just get it all out in the open sort of thing.

- Me?

- It's a very, very serious breach of protocol, you know,

the copying of confidential information.

I mean, what were you intending to do

with Mason Bell's file?

- So, what about-- - What about?

- What happened in the photocopying room?

- It's serious enough for you to be removed

from your position, but I'd rather not do that.

- I don't believe this! - I'm sure you'll appreciate

how accommodating we've been regarding the circumstances

with your husband.

There's time off for visits,

there's all that. - Will--

- But you should know you're on a warning.

And there'll be some changes to your working practices

for the time being until I am sure that you can be trusted.

(dramatic music)

- Don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Basil.

(dramatic music)

(dog barks)

Basil, no!

Stop it, what are you doing?

Bad dog!

(dog barks)

(dramatic music)

(dog barks)

(men murmuring)

(siren blaring)

(dramatic music)

- Yeah?

(dramatic music)

- I...

I was...

I was wondering if I could...

If I could buy some...

Drugs.

(all laugh)

- No way!

Are you for real?

- Man, if you're undercover

you're like the shittest cop ever!

- No, I'm not undercover.

I'm serious, look.

(coins clinking) (all laugh)

Please.

(siren blaring)

- All right, then.

What do you want?

- Cannabis?

(all laugh)

- Yeah, man, okay.

I'll get you some cannabis.

We'll be there in the corner.

- What?

Down there? - Yeah.

Yeah, down there.

Down there in the corner.

(girl mumbles)

(all laugh)

(she sighs)

(dramatic music)

- Wahay!

Look who it is.

- Grandad!

- Oh!

Watch the midriff, ducky.

All right, Mr. Matty?

Oh, eh, no.

Sorry, forgot, it's this now, innit?

(gentle instrumental music)

Okay?

- Fuck!

No shit water.

(sighs)

- Hi, this is Andy's phone.

Leave a message.

I'll get back to you.

- Is this your old room?

- Yeah.

Look, there's your dad.

- I want to go and see him.

- I'd like to go too.

- [Francesca] Hope you're not expecting me to come with you.

- Mum, please, we just want to see Dad.

- All right, Gran, you a bit lost?

You won't get much work standing there, love.

(man laughs)

What will you do for a tenner?

(man laughs) (siren blaring)

- [Mason] Look, Mummy, it's that lady from Daddy's work.

(siren blaring)

- All right?

- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

- [Lou] Never seen you round my end before.

- Oh, is this your end, is it?

It's, um...

- Yeah, I live in them flats there.

- Oh.

- Might want to be careful, you know.

Full of gangs, this place.

Crawling with drugs.

- Oh.

Yes, well, maybe you're right, I'd better--

- Is there anything I can help you with, or?

- I wonder...

No.

No.

Thank you.

(dog barking)

(dramatic music)

- Andy?

Andy!

Are you here?

Anybody there?

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

(dramatic music)

- Hello.

- Oh, hi.

- I've got something to ask.

- Erm, of course.

What?

- Can I buy some of your drugs?

(he chuckles) Please.

- Oh, wow!

Um...

Who knew!

Yeah, sure, that's fine, it's not a problem at all.

How much would you like?

Hold on, I'll tell you what,

shall we not do this over the garden fence

in broad daylight, or? - Wait, I've...

I've lost all my cash.

(traffic humming)

- Harriet.

- Oh!

(she chuckles)

Oh, sorry.

(keys clinking)

Oh!

Silly!

Sorry.

Sorry.

- Okay.

I was just behind you in the queue.

- Oh, really?

(she chuckles)

- I thought you might have popped in.

- Oh, um...

Well, I was going to-- - No, no, no, I don't mean

you should do, or you need to.

It's just, you know, if you felt like you wanted to.

- Oh, yes, no, of course I will.

Thank you.

- Okay, great.

You okay?

- Am I okay?

Yes.

Why?

- I don't know, you just seem a bit, uh...

- No, no, honestly, I'm fine.

- Okay, well, um...

Like I say, I'm around if you need me.

- Thank you.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

(she sighs)

An old flame you're trying to avoid, I take it.

- What?

(laughing)

No!

No.

(laughing)

- Okay, well...

(rustling)

Thanks.

- Can I give you a lift anywhere?

- Oh, no.

I'm heading out, actually, thanks,

so I'll just jump out here.

Ta, anyway.

- So what is it you're studying, again?

- Medieval history.

(she gasps)

- Oh, really?

Oh, how fascinating!

Oh, I like all that.

The Tudors and James I.

Battle of Hastings.

- Yeah, sort of.

- I would have liked to have done that.

- Well, you still can, can't you?

(she laughs)

- Hardly!

Imagine me!

No.

Oh, I know what you'd like.

Have you ever been to Eckington Hall?

They used to do these sort of medieval banquets there.

I don't know if they still do them or not,

and you'd have to dress up.

(laughing)

Oh, and this one time, me and my late husband, Clive...

They do this thing where they pick a king and queen

to sit at the head of the table, and they chose us.

And they gave...

(laughing)

They gave us these pointy hats to wear.

(laughing)

We laughed a lot.

It was really...

It was really quite fun.

- Well, maybe I'll check it out.

It was nice doing business with you, Harriet.

- You too, Sam.

(traffic humming)

(she sighs)

(traffic humming)

- Oh!

Excuse me?

Excuse me.

Whoa!

Andy!

It's Gemma.

(traffic humming)

(repetitive thudding) (groaning)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(she sobs)

(dramatic music)

(dog pants)

(dog barks)

- No!

Shoo!

Go and lie down, go on!

(dramatic music)

(she sighs)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(alarm clock ringing)

(dramatic music)

(people murmuring)

- Thanks for your call.

Unexpected.

You okay?

(she screams)

- I saw something at Steve and Andy's place.

It's all a lie.

Everything he has ever told me.

The things he is involved in, the things that I have seen,

they weren't...

And I can't trust anything he has ever said.

(she screams)

- [Man] It's okay, Gemma.

Listen-- - No.

(she screams)

Steve did kill that man.

You know, he said it were an accident in a pub,

it were self-defense, but now...

I know where his gun is.

(dramatic music)

- That's great.

Thank you very much, Harriet.

Okay.

Ready?

(bleeping)

There we are.

Hiya, Kevin.

Ta.

(dramatic music)

(groans)

(dramatic music)

(people murmuring)

(dramatic music) (people murmuring)

- [Woman] Numbers one to 12,

make your way to security, please.

(people murmuring)

- Step through, please.

(people murmuring)

(dramatic music)

(bleeping)

Step through now, please.

(dramatic music) (people murmuring)

(bleeping)

- [Security Guard] Next three through, please.

(dramatic music)

(dog sniffing)

- I'm just scared of dogs.

(dramatic music)

(dog panting)

(dramatic music)

- Have you got anything you want to hand over now?

Make this easier?

- Oh, what?

This is bollocks!

Jesus!

You're always victimizing me.

- [Security Guard] Move along.

Come on now.

(people murmuring)

- Hello, little man!

Ah!

Long time, no see.

Hey, you been good?

Go to school?

- [Matt] All right, Dad?

- Well, shit the bed!

- Don't tell him that we're sharing a room.

- This is a nice surprise.

Hey!

How's tricks?

All right?

- We need you to sort things out with Mum.

- Excuse me.

- Mum, seriously.

Things are really tough.

- I know things must be hard and it kills me.

But there's nothing I can do

if nobody bloody comes to see me.

Tell me what's happening.

- Then the two of you need to sort things out.

Together.

Please.

- Yeah.

That's what I wanted, too.

- It's not that simple, Matt.

(people murmuring)

- Frannie.

I've been speaking to some people

and I've signed us up to this, like,

marriage guidance scheme.

So we can talk.

So we can fix things.

I wanna fix things.

(dramatic music) (people murmuring)

- Any news about next-door-but-one's cat?

- Um...

Yes, they're, um...

They're thinking of going to that rescue place

near the Ecclesall Road.

- Right, good.

- Pick up a stray one, maybe.

(dramatic music)

Oh!

- Remember when we went down there

to get me a cat, with Dad?

Never did find one, eh?

- No.

No, we didn't.

(dramatic music)

(bleeping)

(dramatic music)

- Everything else good, is it?

- Yes, everything's fine, yeah.

(slurping)

(retching)

(coughing)

- Oh!

Oh, God!

(coughing)

- Is he all right?

What's wrong?

- Oh, my God!

I don't know. - Get back!

Get back!

Get back!

(repetitive thudding)

(retching)

All right, clear out, stand back!

Move back.

Move back.

Move back.

- [Harriet] Gavin!

- [Guard] Up you come, young fella, up you come.

- Gavin! - All right, everyone--

- Gavin! - Go to your tables now!

- [Harriet] Gavin!

- [Guard] You with me.

- [Harriet] Gavin!

(people murmuring)

- We're gonna have to do a full body search on you, okay?

I want you to do as I say and stand on this box.

- Remove the top half of your clothes, please.

(dramatic music)

Bra.

(dramatic music)

Shake it.

(sobs)

Bottom half now, please.

- [Guard] And your underpants, as well, please, Gavin.

(sobs)

Now, I'll just get you to squat down

till I tell you to stop.

- Squat.

(dramatic music) (sobbing)

- [Guard] Thank you.

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

- Excuse me.

Do you know that your husband,

that man you come and hold hands with,

is a nasty, nasty bully?

(thudding) (groaning)

(dramatic music) (women murmuring)

Get off me!

(thudding) (groaning)

(women murmuring)

- Calm down, calm down, get to the seats.

(woman mumbles)

- Knobhead!

Sit down!

- [Guard] Make it down.

(sobbing)

- You okay?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(guard murmuring)

- They didn't find anything, so, um...

So thank you.

- That's all right.

What else am I going to do?

- They've taken all his privileges off him now.

- Oh, shit!

- It could have been worse.

They don't piss about, this lot.

- Oh, Gavin!

- Hey!

Look, it's all right.

- I just wanted to help him.

He can't handle it in here.

(dramatic music) (sobbing)

- Well,

we'll help.

Oi!

We can help.

Yeah?

Our blokes.

Get them to keep an eye out for him.

Put the word out he's not to be touched.

- Yeah.

Course.

- And I know Sean will.

I'll speak to him tonight.

(dramatic music)

- Thank you.

Thank you.

(sobbing)

(traffic humming)

- All right?

How's that stash working out for you, okay?

And maybe you should get your boy

to bring you some back from Thailand, eh?

- Yeah.

Actually, he's not in Thailand.

- Sorry?

- He's in prison.

- Oh, okay.

- I didn't mean to lie.

It's just sometimes I can't quite believe it.

- No, it's...

Must be hard.

- I can't quite believe he's even mine.

The way...

The way he talks to me.

Or doesn't.

The way I barely know him.

He certainly doesn't know me.

Sometimes I can't quite believe

I could have got everything so wrong.

When all I really wanted,

all I've ever really wanted was just...

Just to be his mum.

- Oh, well, it...

Hey, I bet it's more common than you think, mums and sons.

Bloody nightmare the world over, I'm sure.

- Yeah.

(gentle instrumental music)

(people murmuring) (gentle instrumental music)

- Hey.

(gentle instrumental music)

All right?

(gentle instrumental music)

- [Man] Hold the line!

(gentle instrumental music)

- [Matt] Where are your teabags?

- Get your elbow into it.

(mumbles) - I am!

(laughing)

- You'll get used to me.

- [Matt] Chocolate biscuits.

(mumbling)

(gentle instrumental music)

(sobbing)

(lively instrumental music)