All language subtitles for Scott and Bailey - 02x05 - Series 2 Episode 5.RiVER.English.C.orig.Addic7e

So what are they charging him with?

Nothing.
So he's gonna walk?

We need to stop messing about,
you and me, and just get married.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.

You've written her car off and
made her miss her sergeant's exam!

D'you know how much
that meant to her? Eh?

I don't want to do this any more.
That's it then, is it?

I hope we're friends.

I'm going now.

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How is Janet?
She's fine.

The clinical psychologist
has expressed some concerns

about her fitness to interview
with Hastings effectively.

Oh, you read his report?

I spoke to them both
three weeks ago.

She's fine.

He says she's still angry.

Yeah, who wouldn't be?

I'm just asking, I'm just trying '

Listen, I want results for the
victims' families as much as anyone.

But if there's any hint
that she's failing to be objective,

either for her own sake or that
of the case, I'll pull her out.

I just don't want her queering
the pitch for someone else.

Someone else? Who?

He won't talk to anyone else!

And hey, we're not throwing just
anyone in. She's good.

She's spent hours preparing
for this with the Tier 5's.

They've been through
every eventuality,

everything he could possibly lob
at her. She's ready for him.

You're quiet.

When am I noisy?

I got your text.

Right. What's the worst thing
that can happen?

I lose control and tell him
what I think of him.

"You evil...

pathetic, cowardly, nasty,

worm-shaped little shitbag...

You know, that sort of thing.

But you won't say that, will you?

I keep thinking about Veronica.

Six years old,

If you don't want to do it,
tell her.

I do. I do want to do it.

I want to squeeze every last drop
of information out of him,

for all those mums and dads,

and brothers and sisters,
and husbands and children,

and anyone else whose life
he's cast a bloody long shadow over.

His solicitor's gone in with him.

I'll sit in for 20 minutes or so,
then I'll shoot off.

I'd like regular updates,
twice a day.

I'd like to win the lottery,
but that's not happening either.

Gill... We agreed the
communication strategy weeks ago.

My syndicate's up for the next job,

so if anything kicks off -
which it will...

I'm gonna be up to my ears.
Twice. Daily.

Good luck with that.

And I want informing immediately

if he says anything
about other murder victims

that I can pass onto another force.
Of course.

Does the Assistant Chief Con know
you're homeless

and had your car repossessed?
You're not hard up, are you?

Geoff.

Hello.

You've got a black eye.
Yeah. Yeah.

'OK, Geoff. You understand

that you've been arrested
on suspicion of murder.'

'These offences being in addition to
those you're already convicted of.'

'Yeah.'

And you also understand
that your arrest

is based on your own assertion to
Dr Hines, your clinical psychologist,

that you've committed other murders.

Is that correct?
Yes.

OK.

Geoff, you need to know
this interview is being recorded...

You do know I didn't want
to hurt you, don't you?

Yeah, that's why you stuck
a knife in her spleen.

'I, I know I grabbed that knife,
and I do accept responsibility.'

Cos I know it wouldn't have happened
if I hadn't...

But I panicked.

I know. I know that, Geoff.

This interview is being recorded,
and if at any stage '

That's why I pleaded guilty,
in court,

so you wouldn't
have to relive it all.

Did you... get that?

If at any stage you want to talk
to your solicitor on your own,

then that's fine.

So, Geoff.

You indicated to Dr Hines
that there were other deaths.

Remember when we were kids?

Sorry - if I could just explain...

this is why I could never hurt you,

and why it's important to me
that you should understand that.

Go on.

There were so many times

when I could have, if I'd wanted to,
killed you.

But I didn't.

And about our Veronica...

I never set out to kill her.

I've pleaded guilty,
and that's fine,

but that first time, it were an
accident. We were fighting.

You know, I mean scrapping.
I was sitting on her chest.

And, well, she said she couldn't
breathe, but I didn't believe her.

Did you not see her lips go blue?
When I realised...

Might have been a clue.
..she was, you know, dead...

But the point I'm making is this.

You could've been dead, Janet,
for the last 40 years,

if it was what I'd wanted.

But I didn't.

What we're here for today, Geoff,

is for you to give me information

that you've indicated to Dr Hines
that you have

about a number of other deaths.

So can you do that?

Yeah. How are the girls?

They're very well, thank you.

How's Adrian?
He's fine.

Is he? You don't sound sure.
Geoff '

I always got the idea
you were bored with him.

Geoff, we're not here
to talk about me.

No, I know that. I just think
it's a shame, that's all,

someone like you,
stuck in a marriage like that.

Can we move on?

Sure. Sorry.

OK. Leaving aside Veronica,

and the four other women
whose deaths you were convicted of,

what other things do you want
to talk to me about, Geoff?

There were twelve... others.

Actually,

there were fifteen.

Jesus.

'OK.'

Let's go back to Veronica.
The first time after Veronica.

Is that something that
you'd like to talk to me about?

Yeah, we can do.

The thing is...

I always thought
you were having a bit of a fling

with that sergeant
you introduced me to.

I need you to stay focused, Geoff.
On yourself, not on me.

I thought it were odd, the way
he followed you into that pub,

and stared at you...

and behaved so nasty to me,
like he was jealous.

Geoff.
What was his name? Andy?

We're not talking about any
of my colleagues, Geoff. Or me.

Andy Roper.
You made him apologise to me!

He was so pushy. D'you remember?

Well, Andy had his suspicions
about you all along

and as it's turned out,
he was right, wasn't he?

You've gone red!
Geoff...

Were you? Having a fling with him?

No!
You asked

to talk to me about other incidents -
Knock on the door.

I hit the nail on the head! Ha, ha!
If you're not prepared to do so,

there's no point continuing this.
I'm terminating the interview.

'No! Janet!'
Every eventuality,

except your constable
being at it with your sergeant.

'Janet! Janet! Don't go!
I'm sorry! Janet?'

I'm not doing this.
Fine.

Calm down.
You want to know about the others?

Go back, calm him down,
get him back to his cell.

Calm down!
I'M NOT SPEAKING TO ANYONE ELSE!

Geoff!
Janet!

Janet, I need you to calm down,
and I need you to do it now.

Right. I blew that
in the first five minutes

and I've made a total fool of myself
in front of everyone

and now you all know something I'd
really prefer none of you to know.

Right. Well, I don't think it's
anywhere near as bad as you think,

and what some twisted little twat
thinks is neither here nor there.

You handled that perfectly. He was
pushing you, and you stopped it.

Me and Ade have split up.

I didn't tell you
because you've always got enough on.

I'm sorry.
Don't be.

Is it because of Andy?

No! No. God, no.

So...

How are the girls coping?

Look. Have a break.

Give him half an hour,
give yourself half an hour.

Don't go back if you don't want to,
but you should, cos you're winning.

He's gonna regret that.
He's not gonna blow it.

This is a holiday for him,
three days out of Strangeways.

He doesn't want to go back
any sooner that he has to.

He admitted more to you in 10
seconds than he ever told a Tier 5.

It's your call,
but I'm asking you not to give up.

Boss? We've picked one up
in Fallowfield.

Taxi driver, Asian, 20, dragged from
his car, beaten up and strangled.

Control room say
it's kicking off down there.

I've got to go.

Mike.
Gill.

What do we know?

The lad raised the alarm on his radio
when he realised what was happening,

so all these other
taxi drivers piled in.

They've moved the body,
they've walked all over the scene.

We cleared it just as quickly
as we got here, Gill, but...

Is this the parents?

Identify his family,
immediate family. Take 'em home.

Explain exactly what's going
to happen, when and how,

and tell them I'll come and talk
to them just as soon as I can.

Is this the mother?
All right. Thank you.

I have to be with him!

Nothing you can do, Mrs Madari. He's
gone. I'm sorry. Leave it to us.

It's been waiting to happen
ever since I can remember!

This is so shit,
because of all the people...

of all the people - not him.
God, not him!

20 years old. He's a baby.

He's a lad!
And you,

you're the lad's...?
His brother. I'm his brother.

OK.

No. No girlfriend. He didn't have a
girlfriend. Are you listening to me?

He had no enemies.

He didn't owe no one any money,
he were a good lad, he was...

Everybody liked him.

If you knew him you'd get it.

He was the s... sweetest lad.

This, this was about
the colour of his skin.

We've got a mobile number
from whoever rang for a taxi,

somebody calling himself Giggs.

He said him and his mates
wanted to go from The Sportsman pub,

which is where Yusuf picked him up '

to Irlingham Road,
which is where Yusuf was killed.

So. CCTV from the pub
to Irlingham Road, please, Andy.

I want statements from anyone in
the pub, starting with bar staff.

I want a statement from the
radio operator at the cab company.

I know the family thinks
it's racist, and it may well be,

but we can't assume that.
I want details

of any rivalry, vendetta, fallout,
grievance, grudge this lad had

with anyone at home,
at work, anywhere else.

I've got to pop downstairs.

What have you got?

He's written journals. Diaries.

He's told her he detailed everything
he's done, going back years.

'I suppose it'd be quite a study,
wouldn't it? For someone.'

I imagine so.

Pretty boring.

But I suppose it was part of it.

Like documenting it all.

Dennis Neilsen did the same.

Only I can draw better than him,
and he wasn't consistent.

I can write better than him as well.

Oh, so they're illustrated?

Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah.
And written in code.

I've invented a code!

I know it's weird
and ridiculous and unlikely.

Where's he hidden them?

Every house he's ever lived in,
every car he's ever owned,

was turned inside out
by Polsa six months ago.

You won't find 'em.
Not in a million years.

How come?

So you know, Mitch and/or Lee
will probably be telling everyone,

and I didn't want you to be the last
one to know, so... there you go.

OK. So you started
seeing Andy again,

again. And then you finished
with him again?

Well, so there's nothing to know,
is there?

If you've finished with him again?
Look, come on.

You're not the only copper ever to
have a fling with another copper.

Yeah, I know that.

I just can't stand
being the butt of other people's...

Shit.

What?
He's just walked in.

Has he seen us?
Yep.

Um, so...
So.

Evening.
Hello.

Can I get anyone a drink?

No, we're all right, thanks.

How did you get on with Hastings?

Good. Made progress,

after a bit of a blip
at the beginning.

Yeah. Mitch told me.
Did he.

Don't worry. Gill's had a word
with both of 'em, him and Lee.

If it gets to be office gossip,
their lives won't be worth living.

I'm assuming she knows.

Would you mind if I had five minutes
with Janet, alone?

That won't be necessary.
I'd appreciate it.

I don't think Janet wants me to...

Piss off, Rachel.
I'd rather you didn't.

Fine. OK. Well.

What I wanted to say is,

I think you've been through
a lot lately,

and I won't add to your problems.
Far from it. I want to help you.

So I'm gonna back off, Janet.

But I'll be here.
When you want me to be,

cos I don't think you're in a good
place to make decisions this minute.

I've waited a long time.
I'll wait longer.

I'll wait as long as I have to,
cos you and I both know

this was meant to be.
No, Andy.

Don't say anything else right now '
Please don't kid yourself.

Why did you sleep with me again?

Why would you sleep with anyone if
you didn't have feelings for them?

You're not like that.
I don't want to talk about this now.

Why not go and buy some crisps?
She doesn't want any.

I don't think you know
your own mind at the moment.

It's completely understandable.

I don't think
you hear what she's saying.

When I want your opinion,
I'll ask for it.

Look, you might be right.
I am in a funny place.

But I am genuinely warning you
not to hold your breath.

I've got to get home.
Me too.

I'll walk you to your car.
Look, leave her.

You said you'd back off.
So back off.

You shouldn't have said that. Not
that I don't appreciate it, cos I do.

You're feeling guilty. Don't.
Yeah. But I '

D'you wanna go somewhere else?
D'you wanna get shit-faced? I do.

When was this?

Bristol.

So he tries to get you killed
and they're not pressing charges?

On what planet?
Ah... no evidence.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I can't stand thinking about
it, never mind talking about it.

I'm amazed. I'm appalled.

So he's gets his miserable
bitch of a life back together,

and I'm...

Well, he'll never work
as a barrister again.

He's got a job.

He's got a job, Janet,

on, at some chambers up on
St John's Street, advising.

On what?
Law.

How do you know?
I've been doing a bit of...

And he...
I hope you haven't PNC-ing him.

Don't be daft. He...

And like I'd tell you if I was?

So he's back in his pin stripes,

swanning round in his swanky flat.

And me, old trashy irrelevant me,
what am I doing?

Arr... Uh... Screwing up
my sergeant's exam.

That was unfortunate.

Unfortunate? You've no idea
what it was, Janet.

I know. I'm sorry.

I know how much it meant to you.

But I think the fact that
you went back to take care of Dom

says more about you
as a human being '

I don't want to be a human being.

I wanna be a chief inspector!

I wanna be her,
I wanna be better than her.

I'm gonna be your boss one day.

Good. Good.

Good luck with that.
Ah, you think I'm joking.

No, I think you haven't had
enough to eat today,

and you're gonna feel like shit
in the morning.

I bet you fifty quid...

fifty quid you'll be calling me
ma'am one day.

So keep laughing, pal.

I'll call you ma'am now if you like.

So come on Sherlock.
Volumes, journals, diaries.

You're a psychopathic
murdering creepy little nutter '

Am I?
So where d'you hide 'em?

Bearing in mind Polsa's pulled apart
every house you've ever lived in,

every car, every lorry
you've ever driven.

Well, he could have buried 'em.

Polsa can't have dug up the gardens
of all these houses, can they?

Or did they?
I don't know. I'll ask.

What's his thing?
Like has he got a thing,

like why did he do what he did?

Well, he's fixated with his mother.

He's obsessed
by how much he hates her.

It's really sickly. It's horrible.

Well, obviously.

Do you know, he told me
that he on purpose

had his mother buried
rather than cremated,

because he liked to think about her
rotting slowly for ever.

He's a sick fuck.
Yep.

Oh look, here's a cab.

What happened?

Oh, had something
she needed to get off her chest.

And... she's been a bit upset
about it, that's all.

Shall I get a bucket?
Um... yeah, I would.

And a big glass of water, Dom.
Yeah.

Right, Rachel? I'm going to go now.

I'm going to set your alarm...

6:00am. OK?

Oh, Rachel.

Come on.

Come on, it's all right. Shh.

What's happened?

Oh, we deal with some pretty
unpleasant customers,

and once in a flood it gets to you.

Is it cos she missed her exam?
No. No...

Well, partly.

Look, Dom, I've got an early start
myself, so '

No, no. You go. I'll look after her.

Thanks for bringing her back.

Right. Good night.

You think you feel like shit?

I've got another delightful day
with Geoff Hastings.

I'm sorry, for what I did
or said or...

Ugh. Do you hate me?
No.

You need to do it now and again.
We all do.

You're fine, you were fine.

You were just a bit upset.

Was I?
Mm.

D'you... know anything about this?

Ah.

Now if that was Nick Savage.
What? That lamp post.

I remember, now you've said it.

I did something else as well.

What?

Have you got a minute?
Sure.

Right.
Ready. Let's do it.

Can I...?

Uh, last night...

I noticed this morning,
the call register on my phone.

Um, did I...

Me and Janet got a bit...

Well, I got a bit...

Pissed.
Empty stomach, not good.

And, did I...

Did I ring you last night?

Don't you remember?

So what did I, did I...

did I say anything um, rude?

Yeah.

D'you think you might have done?
Um...

Do you really not remember?
..No.

You said. "Geoff Hastings has buried
his journals in his mother's grave".

And has he?
Dunno. But we'll find out.

We need to find out
where the grave is, who owns it,

then find a company
that does ground-penetrating radar.

I could apply
for an exhumation order,

but it'll take Theresa May a month
of Sundays to sign the damned thing,

and anyway, it's like you said
last night...

if they are there,
they won't be in the coffin.

They'll be where he can get access
to 'em.

Anyway, we'll find out.

You should get pissed more often.

What were that about?
Nothing.

Were it 'nothing' about me?

Don't take me on, Rachel.

So the mobile phone Yusuf's
attackers used to call the taxi

was reported
lost or stolen three days ago.

We've had a list from telecoms,
all incoming and outgoing calls

from that number over the last
three days, since it went AWOL.

Five numbers have been been called
from that phone in that time,

as well as the one
to the taxi company.

So I want HP actions
for those five numbers.

I want names, addresses, and I want
all five addresses visited today.

Andy, where are we with CCTV?

Kev?

Uh, we've gathered most of it
around the murder scene,

and we've probably got about 50%

from where he picked up
his last fare, at The Sportsman pub.

I've not done
the full viewing logs yet

but looks like we've got the victim's
cab picking up two white blokes

at a time that fits the phone call
received by Centaur Cabs.

Good.
Yeah, but it needs enhancing.

Well, let's make that
a high priority action as well.

Andy?

OK, thank you.

I was seeing her about something...
completely else.

And if you think I'd squeal to a
senior officer about a colleague,

even if he is behaving like a pig,
then you don't know me.

Hello.
Just thought I'd pester you.

Nice.

I tried ringing you last night.
Well, I was out with Janet, so '

You must have seen you had
about 15 missed calls from me.

What d'you want?
How are you feeling?

Mm-hm. What d'you want?

Picture me, if you will, in your
mind's eye, as going on one knee...

What, straining your seams
round your backside, you mean?

'Yeah, go on.'

What are you doing on Saturday
23rd August, 3:00 in the afternoon?

You're a knob.
'Yeah.'

Booked, paid for, and,

Con Club in Royton can do us
a lovely buffet that afternoon.

Well, hell, I can't argue
with that, can I?

So is that a yes?
'Yeah.'

But do please just bear in mind
that I probably won't turn up.

You can't not turn up
for your own wedding, Rachel Bailey.

It's perverse.

Sean, endearing as all this is,
this... drivel,

can I spell it out
to you in words of one syllable '

clever mad girl
not marrying stupid sexy boy.

No, you are.
Not.

And then -
a fortnight in Cleethorpes!

Well, I say a fortnight.

It'll probably be a long weekend.
A long wet weekend?

Well, yeah. Well, I mean I can't
guarantee the weather.

But rain or shine, I will be with you
every moment of every day.

Not to mention every night.

What more could any girl ask for?
Eh? Let's be honest.

Tempting as all this is,

I am sadly going to have to tell you
to sod off.

You, lady, do not know how to live.

'CK to all patrols. House fire,
27 Chester Road, Oldham.'

'Persons reported.'

Quebec Tango.
3-2, en route. I gotta go.

George!

It's not boring exactly,
to talk about, but...

it's over and done with.

And you know what?

Being me is a private thing.

It's not really
anyone else's business.

Geoff.

If you don't tell me anything,
we can't move forward,

in us being here.

I understand it's complicated
for you, talking about these deaths.

But unless we make progress together,

they're gonna call a halt to it.

Now, you specifically asked
to talk to me,

but you're not doing.

I told you about my diaries.

Yeah, but you don't want me
to know where they are.

Well, it's... personal.

I understand that, and it's fine.

But unless you give me more, I will
just terminate the interview again,

because there's no point
in either of us being here.

You can't rush me.

If you want to know things,
you can't rush me.

So in reverse order, the last call,
the sixth call, obviously,

was to Centaur Cabs
where Yusuf worked.

The two calls previous to that,
and only a few minutes apart,

were to other cab companies
in the area,

Lightzing Cabs and Alliance Cabs.

Why would you call
more than one taxi?

If they were busy.

Maybe the first two that
turned up weren't what they wanted.

Maybe the first two drivers

didn't have the colour of skin
they were looking for.

The third call was to a mobile
registered to a Michelle Wilson,

at an address in Longsight, 4:40am.

The second call was to Pizza Parade,
Longsight, 7:50 the evening before,

and the first call was to a mobile
registered to an Aidan Cutler,

also at an address in Longsight,
2:40pm.

So how's Sean?

Sean's Sean.

He's asked me to be his best man.

What?
At this wedding.

What wedding?
Yours.

When did he ask you?
Rang me up this morning.

You don't know him.
He doesn't know you.

He's all right, he's a good lad.

Can you imagine, how very NOT
that is going to happen, ever,

on any planet, in any solar system?

There's only one solar system.
So I'm shit at physics.

It's not physics, it's astronomy.

You'd know that
if you were sergeant material.

Sorry.

Manchester Metropolitan Police
Major Incident Team.

We're making a few inquiries about
an incident yesterday lunch time.

Are you Michelle Wilson?
Yeah...

Have you got a few minutes?

Did what?

He rang her up at four...
whenever it was, in the morning,

on the stolen phone
that was used to ring the taxi.

He was smashed out of his head,
shouting abuse at her.

It's her ex, Darren Walcott, 24.

She's given us an address. It's the
same as the one from the pizza place

that was rung for a delivery,
again on the same stolen phone.

25 Horton Road, Longsight.
What d'you want us to do?

Drive past his address. Let us
know what sort of property it is.

We'll get an intelligence package
on... what was his name, Darren?

Walcott.
Darren Walcott. And a warrant.

Then we'll be knocking on his door
within an hour.

Why were you talking to Godzilla
this morning with the door shut?

Why does everyone think
my business is their business?

If you're wanting to talk to me
about Jesus the Redeemer,

you can do one.

Manchester Metropolitan Police
Major Incident Team.

Does Darren Walcott live here?
What's he done?

Are you his mother?
No, I'm his father.

Is he in?
Is he hell. He's never in.

But he does live here?

He'll be in t'Sportsman.
Will he.

Either that or The Shears.

The Shears? That's down...?
Down there, yeah.

OK. Can we come in
and have a look round?

Are you calling me a liar?
I've got a warrant.

Have you checked cupboards and loft?
'Everything. He wasn't there.'

We're just making our way
round to The Shears now.

He'd have to be a special kind
of stupid to be in The Sportsman.

Don't go in heavy-handed.
Send Kev and Rache in.

They can look like they're buying a
drink but see if they can see him.

Sorry, love, you don't know a lad
called Darren Walcott? Yeah.

Has he been in here lately?
With his mate. Just got in a taxi.

We believe the taxi is heading
south, possibly down Stockport Road

out of Longsight
towards Rushford Park.

We need urgent backup,
a marked patrol car, to stop him.

Would you pick up two scrotey lads
after yesterday?

It's a different company.
They probably don't realise.

'Hello. Luxor Cabs?'

This is DC Rachel Bailey,

with the Manchester Metropolitan
Police Major Incident team.

One of your drivers
just picked up two lads

from The Shears pub, Longsight.

Do not mention the police,
but we need you to contact him

and find out his exact location.
Can you do that for me?

Yeah, go for it, hard man.
Want to wake up in hospital?

Agh!

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

Get off me, you lesbian!
Shut up, arsehole.

You need not say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention...
something you later rely on.

Do you understand me, shithead?
Oww!

How's it going?
Blood out of a stone.

Hm. GPR costs seven grand to survey
the grave. That's the lowest quote.

What about this?
Rather than waste taxpayers' money,

and as it's the mad idea of a pissed
copper in the middle of the night,

and these diaries
might not even be there...

call me unethical,

but don't you need the next of kin's
permission to disturb the grave?

Yeah, normally. Not in this case,
though. I can do it anyway.

Yeah, but if we ask his permission
to search, and they are in there,

he's gonna go ballistic, isn't he?

Cheaper than spending seven grand.

That is... yeah, unethical.

Sod it. Go for it. Try it.

Certainly not! No.

No. No. Of course not.

Why would you want
to do something like that?

Because my boss thinks
that there might be something there,

buried, with your mother,

that's, um, pertinent
to this conversation.

You don't touch that grave.
You do not touch that grave.

You don't go anywhere near
that grave.

She's mine. That's mine.

SHE'S MINE! SHE'S MINE!

THAT'S MINE.
All right.

Right, calm down.

'SHE'S DEAD AND SHE'S BURIED
AND SHE'S MINE!'

I said, calm down.
SHE'S MINE!

Oo, he didn't like that, did he?

Darren, you think you could
try and look up here, please?

Thank you.

Could you explain to me
where you were yesterday,

between twelve noon and one?

It's political.

Is it?
Can you explain that to me?

You've got to send out a message,
don't you?

Do you?

Yeah?

And can you explain to me
where you were '

It's Kill-a-Paki Week.

He'd got a place
at Birmingham University,

to study to be a doctor.

He was just making a few quid
driving cabs before he went.

First one in their family to go.
What a waste.

And what for? Why?

Because some misinformed dickhead
with the IQ of a pork pie,

who'd won fifty quid
on a scratch card,

decided to celebrate
by getting pissed and...

Ugh, he just said it,
so matter-of-fact.

And then half-an-hour later -
you won't believe this...

I found him crying his eyes out,

cos the police surgeon
had examined him.

I thought he was gonna say
he'd got cancer.

No, he'd got lice.

And I'm thinking, on so many levels,

"Your brain's not wired up
properly, pal."

How's your hand?
It's killing me.

How are you, anyway?
I'm fantastic.

If those diaries are there...

and we've every reason to
think they are, from how he reacted...

we're going have so many answers

for a lot of people
who've had a lot to cope with

for God knows how many years.

What's he doing here?

Here she is!

What's going on?

Andy's popped in to see us.
Hi.

What are you doing here?
I wondered about getting a takeaway.

Your mum says
she's not started cooking, so '

I'll pay for it.
No, you won't. Don't be daft.

Can we have Chinese?
Sure.

Is that all right, Janet?
I brought two bottles of wine.

I'll get the takeaway menu. Is it in
the kitchen drawer, Mum? Um... yeah.

Take your coat off, Andy.

I'll go fetch it, don't worry.

You relax.
I know you've had a long day.

Andy, I really don't need this.
Don't be like that.

Come on, we can have a nice evening,
all of us.

Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah.

I've just been shut in a room
all day with Geoff Hastings,

and I really would've preferred
just to come home and switch off.

I'm not going to talk about work.
I don't know why you're here.

I've... explained to Dorothy
that we've been seeing each other.

It's fine. Don't you worry
about what I think.

I'm not moral.
I know you like to think I am...

Andy shouldn't be here.
He knows why.

I'm not seeing him.
He wasn't invited.

And, um, I would like you to leave.

We've all been working very hard
lately, and '

Why can you not just accept that?

I think you'll thank me eventually,
I do, for being persistent.

You used to see each other
when you were training,

at Bruche. D'you remember?
Yeah, yeah, Mum.

Why don't you just...

What are you playing at?
I'm not playing at anything.

I wish you'd get it
out of your head that I am.

Takeaway menu.

Good. Thanks.
You decide what you want.

Go and ask Taisie what she wants.

Can you just give us a minute, Mum?
Sure.

Andy. This is weird.

You're coming across as weird.

I'm sorry
I can't give you what you want.

I've tried,
and I've failed, because...

it's just not right for me.

You have to accept that.

I'm not screwed up.
I'm not all over the place.

I am potentially more sorted
than I've ever been.

Please accept this.

I don't know what to say
to make you see '

You don't have to say anything,
you just have to...

I'd like you to leave.

We could just have a really pleasant
evening. Aside from you and me '

Andy, we're starting to talk
about harassment.

I will talk to Gill about this
unless you start to get the message.

Don't follow me.

Nick Savage.
Just can't get rid of him, can I?

Let it go.
He tried to kill me, Janet.

You wouldn't like
to go for a meal? Or a drink?

I might take you bowling.

Me, you and the boy.
You've got a kid?

She's dressed in a...
sexy pretend police lady's outfit.

Oh my God, she is!

I'm gonna resign.
You watch this space.

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