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65 quid? That's a bit steep, isn't it?

It's got a gas lift and a tension back support, the whole lot.

It'd need it.

Take it home, see if you like it.

If you don't, we'll refund you the money.

- You'd let me do that? - No problem.

Sorry.

- Hello. - Tom, I'm really sorry.

My bloody car's broken down. Can you pick up Holly?

- I've gotta go. - What?

Oh, no, no. No way. Where?

School, pick up Holly.

I'm trying to run a business here.

- Lunch break, Giorge. - You've had lunch.

No, I haven't.

- Helen's car broke down. - So what?

You're separated. You don't always have to be at her beck and call.

And I'll tell her you said that.

Well, you do and I'll deny it.

Yeah, yeah, go on, then.

This man wants a chair.

It will be a rather grey and dull day...

The rain will clear towards the east during the afternoon.

There will be a light, variable breeze.

Damn.

Tomorrow there will be plenty of cloud and patchy rain...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

There will be light and variable wind...

- What are you doing here? - Mum's car broke down. Got a kiss for me?

- Yeah. Got an ice cream for me? - Yep.

A 99 and an ice lolly? Are you sure? It's freezing.

No sense, no feeling. Colin's exactly the same.

You must be Holly's dad. Colin's in the same class.

- I'm Delia. - Tom.

I always remember you. Not many dads pick up.

I haven't seen you around lately.

No, it's been a bit difficult, what with work and all that.

This fella, though, must make a fortune, eh? Winter, summer, he's here all the time. Yeah.

Excuse me. There's a queue here.

- Hello? I'm talking to you. - Oi! Don't touch me!

- You pushed in. - I didn't.

- You did. I saw you. - Crap! What's it got to do with you anyway?

- You was talking. - There's still a queue.

- So less of your lip. - Sod off!

- You ain't the police. You can't order me about. - No? Move.

Shit, you bastard! Get off me! You bastard!

- Dad! - Get the police!

- Now, quit that and that language! - You shit!

You can't touch me. I've got rights.

- You see what he done to me? - That's assault.

- Oh, don't be stupid. - I'll have you.

- You wanker! - What did you say?

- You heard! Tosser! - Your parents must be really proud of you.

Come on, Holly.

Yeah, and yours.

Oi, give us that brick.

What a dickhead.

- Are they gonna fight you, Daddy? - I'm a bit bigger than they are.

Tom! Watch out! He's got a brick!

- You bloody dare! - I ain't afraid of you, mate.

- You assaulted him. - I'll have you.

One more step and you're in big trouble.

- Says who? You? - You want me to call the police, do you?

- Go on, call 'em. You assaulted him. - What, chicken, are you?

Right. I've had it.

Dad, where are we going?

They'll have all split up. They're no fools.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

We'll phone Tennyson School and speak to their headmaster.

Er, no, really. Maybe I'm overreacting, you know.

No. It's his responsibility.

He is supposed to have a member of staff on duty outside his gates.

- I don't wanna put you to any trouble. - You're not.

Besides, I'm sick to death of their little hooligans causing trouble outside here.

Hello? Hello?

All right for some people.

- Something wrong? - There's nobody there.

The answerphone's on. They've left. Would you like to leave a message?

- No. Really, it's fine. - You're sure?

Yeah, thanks.

I've gotta be going. Thanks for your trouble.

All done.

Right, let's get you home before your mum starts to worry.

Dad!

- Where d'you think you're going, grass? - Get in the car, Hol. Go on.

Tell-tale-tit!

- They're picking up stones. - They're just being silly.

Dad!

- Tosser! - Wanker!

- Wanker! - Tosser!

You all right, darling? All right?

Oh, darling. It's OK.

- You must have done something. - We were just standing in the queue.

- He pushed in and Dad told him off. - Started shouting and screaming.

Accusing me of assaulting him. Went nuts.

- Why would he do that? - Because I told him to watch his mouth.

- You should have heard the language. - Tom...

You know me. I barely touched him, honestly.

- Is that playing up? - It's conking out again.

- Maybe I can fix that. - Tom...

- I can manage. - Tell Mum about the gang he had with him.

- He had a gang? - There were loads of them.

Two or three. They were just showing off. They wouldn't have hurt us.

- Were you frightened, Hol? - No. Well, a bit.

Colin's mum said they had a brick.

A brick?

- Why don't you go and get yourself changed? - Oh, Mum.

- Go on. Down you get. - Listen to your mum.

- A brick? - Yeah.

They might have used it, too. They threw stones at us.

- You should have phoned the police. - Mrs. Powell said there was no point.

- You went back into the school? - Yeah.

Once we thought they'd left, we decided not to bother.

So how old were they? 13, 14.

The one who started it barely came up to here. I'm gonna contact the headmaster.

Tom, Holly still has to go to school there.

They went to the Tennyson place round the corner.

- But they'll still know who she is. - Got to do something. It's not right.

Anybody there?

Oh.

- Sorry. - It's all right, Alex. Um...

Tom, this is Alex Treeve. He's... Well, he's a friend of mine.

Hello, mate. Pleased to meet you.

Yeah, you too.

Damn. Excuse me.

Work. Yeah? DC Treeve.

- Sorry. You don't usually pick up today. - No problem.

- You knew that I was seeing someone. - Yeah, right.

I think I'll go.

Tom...

So no more worrying, OK?

- I'll see you Saturday and we'll have Big Macs. - Great! And McFlurrys.

- Better not tell, Mum, though. I love you, Dad. - I love you too, darling.

Tom. Listen, about me just showing up like that...

It's fine. Honestly, Helen explained everything.

Thanks. I know it's awkward and I don't wanna step on anybody's toes.

You're not. You're not. I've gotta go. I'm late.

Yeah, course. Helen mentioned you had a problem at school.

I'm a copper. If I can help...

No. Thanks, but... I'm gonna contact the school and make a formal complaint.

Yeah, sure. Just be careful.

Technically, if you touch a kid, it could be classed as an assault.

Assault? That's ridiculous. I'm the victim here, not him.

Tom, it's a mistake to take it personally, mate.

Yeah, well, you would too if you had your car pelted with stones.

Fortunately, mine comes with the job. I just don't want you to make it worse.

- I haven't. - Yeah, well, Helen's a bit worried about Holly.

I think I can look after my own daughter, thank you.

Yeah, course. Look, this is my number at work.

Give us a ring if you need anything.

Anyone would think I was the criminal.

You should have given them a good kick up the arse.

Yeah, right, and I end up in court.

Where I come from, you respect your elders.

- So who was the cop? - Who? What?

The one who gave you the duff advice. I thought you didn't phone the cops.

He was a friend of Helen's, yeah.

She phoned him. So are you having another?

- No, I have to go. Ally will... - Come on, Giorge. A half.

You said that last night. Listen, I have to go. Don't forget dinner tomorrow night.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. No excuses. You're coming.

Obviously I take an incident like this very seriously.

- I've spoken to Mrs. Heath, Darren's mother. - Already?

She phoned this morning. She views the incident somewhat differently.

- She would. She wasn't there. - It's not as simple as that.

Darren claims that you assaulted him.

- He can't be serious. - He has witnesses.

- The other boys confirm his story. - They were part of it.

They say they were acting in self-defence, trying to protect Darren.

That's a lie.

I'm sure you'll appreciate I can't comment on that. Mrs. Heath is threatening to involve the police.

- What? - He's a 12-year-old boy, Mr. Robbins.

- She's angry... - I'm angry!

He's 12! What's he gonna be like when he's 15?

With feelings running so high, there is a real risk this problem could escalate,

and that would not be in anyone's best interests.

I can't believe this. I was gonna phone the police myself. Ask Mrs. Powell.

Look, why don't you leave it with me?

I'll have a word with Darren, see if I can't make him see some sense.

I do realise he can be a little... difficult.

His family's not the most functional.

However, hopefully things will just die down, all right?

I always knew there was a dark side to you, mate.

Underneath the easy-going, nice-guy smile

beats the heart of a rabid, child-battering monster

who hides behind ice-cream vans waiting for his next victim.

I blame it all on Mr. Whippy.

Right, some more wine?

Just a little one for you, my little boopy.

I don't want my second son to be an alcoholic.

- Unlike his father. - Hey! You know what the sex is, then?

- No. - Of course.

It's mine, it's a boy. What else could it be?

- Greek men are all the same. - Good in bed?

- Chauvinists. - Luckily I'm a Greek Cypriot.

Not for me. No, I'm driving. I've had enough trouble with the law already.

At least you can smile. My ex would have run over the little shits.

- Aggressive, was he? - Just a very bad driver.

He had more brawn than brains. In fact, he had no brains at all.

Not much of a loss.

- Who's for a tea or coffee? - I'll give you a hand.

No, you stay there. Giorgio.

What? I've just poured myself a drink.

Well, put it down, get off your bum and put the kettle on. Now, please!

You'll get used to it. Friends do it all the time to me.

- Sorry? - Matchmaking.

It's one of the perils of divorce.

Right. Yeah.

Yeah. Actually, I'm separated.

Kind of a trial separation.

Give him a chance. He's had a rough couple of days.

- He's met Helen's new man. - Alex, the policeman?

At least, I think so. Poor sod. He couldn't even admit it to me.

Of course he can't admit it. He can't admit to himself it's happened.

He loses his wife, his business. What do you expect?

Hey, it's not my fault. I kept him on. A lot of people wouldn't.

I'm not blaming you. He would have gone under without you.

But you're his friend. It's difficult you owning it now.

Well, what do you think?

- She's really nice. - Nice? I suppose that's a compliment.

She likes you.

I know.

- She insisted. - Great.

- Well, that's Viv for you. - Yeah, it's just...

Tom, listen. Helen's my best friend, but she's made her choice.

You're an attractive man. You've gotta get on with your own life.

And she obviously fancies the pants off you.

- Take care. - Be good.

I will.

Leave it!

Someone's coming.

Oh, Jesus.

So how long are they gonna be?

You said that an hour ago!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming, I'm coming.

- Mr. Robbins? - You're a bit late. They've left.

Sorry, I'm missing something. What happened to you?

What do you mean? I was attacked. I phoned you.

Isn't that what you're here about?

No. We received a complaint about an assault on a young boy.

Come in, come in.

You know how many men we had on last night? Six.

You've got more chance of seeing Father Christmas than a copper.

- So even if I dial 999, I'm not still not a priority? - It depends.

It's like Beirut out there come closing time. We're swamped.

Once they knew you were OK and the assailants had gone, you weren't top of the list. Sorry.

If you could just sign your statement...

But this is ridiculous.

Some yob threatens me and my daughter, I report him and get the shit kicked out of me,

probably by his mates, and yet I'm the one who's gonna get charged with assault?

Blame the do-gooders and the criminal justice system. They're the ones protecting 'em.

We catch young Johnny mugging an old lady, he tells us to piss off and phones his solicitor.

We can't touch him, and he knows it.

What about the men that attacked me?

I'll take a statement, but without a decent description, there's not a lot we can do, is there?

- You're gonna charge me with assault? - If you've got a witness, it'll all fizzle out.

They're probably just trying to put the wind up you to make you drop it.

- Hi, Delia. - Yeah?

Hi, it's Tom.

- Tom Robbins, Holly's dad. - Of course. Sorry. I just didn't recognise you.

- What's happened to your face? - Yeah, don't ask.

I was wondering, could I have a word?

- Yeah, of course. Come in. - Thanks.

- So you didn't see who did it? - No.

I mean, it could have been muggers, but...

But you think it had something to do with that kid at the school?

Yeah. The thing is, his mother's claiming that I assaulted him.

- The police have interviewed me. - The police?

I know, the whole thing's ridiculous.

I told them I had a witness.

Who, me?

Oh, look... Look, I'm sorry.

I really would like to help you but, well, I've got my own family to think of.

But you were there. You saw what happened.

Only at the beginning. I don't know what happened after.

Nothing happened. I never touched him.

It's all lies.

No... but you did grab him by the arm.

To pull him out of the queue. I never attacked him.

I'm sure, but... all this. I mean, it's getting out of hand.

- I honestly think you'd be better to drop it. - I can't.

The police are threatening to charge me with assault.

No. I'm sorry.

Look, I'm late. I've got to go and pick up Colin.

I'm sorry.

Fine.

- All right, Hol? What's the score? - We're losing.

Dad fell off a ladder. He's got a black eye.

Holly, are you playing or are you rabbiting?

What happened?

I was fixing the curtain rail and I'm not the best handyman, as you know.

- Tom... - It's true.

Ally told me all about it. Giorgio told her.

Why didn't you tell me? I've been worried sick.

You told me to back off. I didn't want to start a row. I didn't want to upset Hol.

Why don't you let Alex help?

I'm fine.

So, how are things apart from that?

Well, you know. Washing's piling up.

Come back to the house. I'll put you a load in. I'll even make you some dinner if you want.

Are you sure?

Least I can do. Especially after you fixed the iron.

So... how's the new job?

It's good.

Well, actually, it's all right.

Holly tells me that you're learning to type.

Well, I've got one of those new teaching programs for the computer.

It's a bit of a waste of time, really, 'cause all they want me to do is answer the phone.

Is that where you met him... er, Alex?

Tom, let's not do this.

I just thought you work in a solicitor's, he's a policeman...

What does it matter, eh? What does it matter?

- I'll iron a couple of these for you. - It's OK. I can manage.

- Have you been to the doctor's yet? - It's not as bad as it looks. Honestly.

Tom, Alex can help.

No.

Please. He's got contacts.

Look, if not for you, for Holly, then, please.

Because I'm really worried this is getting out of hand.

OK.

Thank you.

Good.

- I'm not sure I should be doing this. - Come on. He needs help.

I tried to talk to him. He nearly bit my head off.

Yeah, well, he's hurt, isn't he?

Helen, I can't compromise a police investigation.

But he's not done anything wrong.

All right. All right, I'll talk to him. But he'd better listen this time.

He has definitely not got an MOT on that car.

What?

Forget right or wrong. It's not about that. You are out of your depth.

I thought the police were supposed to uphold the law.

Look, I was told you wanted my advice. I'm gonna give you it, all right?

Darren Heath's dad's a known criminal.

- He's into drugs, the lot. - How do you know his name?

- What? - The boy's name. I didn't tell you.

I work there. I made a few calls, checked out the story. What's it matter?

Come on, Tom. He's trying to help.

Bottom line is he's a hard nut. You're not. You're lucky he didn't kill you.

You don't even know if it was him.

- Nothing was taken, Tom. - They got disturbed.

Don't be so na�ve. You had a run-in with his kid. He was teaching you a lesson. It's obvious.

If it's so obvious, why don't the police do something?

Knowing it's one thing. Proving it's something else. He's got an alibi.

- And you didn't give a good description. - His mate.

He was wearing a brown leather jacket? That's not a good description, Tom.

So I should forget the whole thing, is that it?

Apart from a few bruises, the only thing damaged is your pride so, yeah, let it go, mate.

No one's gonna think the worse of you, Tom.

If it helps, I'm happy to pick up Holly for a while.

Just until things calm down.

No.

No way.

I'm her father. I'll pick her up.

Who does he think he is?! Patronising!

- He wasn't being patronising. - He was!

He's not interested in me. He's just trying to ingratiate himself with you.

- Tom, don't be stupid! I asked him to help. - Well, you go ahead.

You fall for that macho bullshit, but you're not using my daughter against me.

This has nothing to do with you and me. This is about Holly.

- So he can look after her but I can't? - You haven't done a great job so far!

- Sorry, I didn't mean that. - Yeah, you did.

- No, I didn't. - Yeah, you did.

Fine. You let him pick up Holly.

But I don't need his help. I'll do this my way.

What has always pissed me off about you is the fact that you're too proud to accept help.

Why do you think you lost this place, and me, Tom?

- You found someone else. - That is rubbish and you know it.

If you'd paid as much attention to me as the business, this wouldn't have happened.

My largest customer went bust! I was trying to save the shop!

Well, you didn't, did you? And now what have you got? Nothing!

Thought you might need this.

- Is she OK? - She misses her dad.

I meant about me picking her up from school tomorrow.

Yeah. I said he was busy.

God, I hate lying to her.

I think you worry too much.

You're a great mum, she loves you, and...

...I do too.

Sorry. I can't do this now.

He's a grown man, Helen. He's responsible for his own actions.

I know. I know he is.

I'm just really worried he's gonna do something stupid.

Cheers.

Are you sure he said he'd be back in half an hour?

Excuse me, sir.

Hi, it's Tom. Can't talk now, but if you'd like to leave a message, I'll get back to you.

Darren, get the door!

Darren!

- Mrs. Heath? - Yeah.

Hi, my name's Tom Robbins. It's about what happened at the school.

- You've got a bloody nerve. Piss off! - I don't want no trouble. I just want to talk.

- How'd you get this address? - I just happened to see your son and...

You followed him? Mickey!

- Mickey! - Listen, I just want to explain, all right?

- What's up? - He followed Darren home.

I didn't. Listen, someone attacked me.

- What's that got to do with me? - I didn't touch your boy.

Tosser. Sod off!

He knows where you live. He knows where your family lives, OK? Got it?

Now piss off!

You can't be serious. You went to the boy's house?

I didn't know his father would be there. But I recognised his mate's jacket.

He was there the night I was attacked, so Mickey Heath did it.

Now he knows you know, and next thing you know, he'll be waiting outside your flat.

- He wouldn't dare. - I wouldn't put it past him.

- I'll tell the police. - Police?

Do me a favour. You said it yourself, the police are useless.

Look, if you want him off your back,

you give me the address and I'll send a few Cypriot boys round with a message.

I don't think that's a good idea, Giorge.

Where I come from, you fight fire with fire. You show people you can't be intimidated.

- Seriously, what am I gonna do? - I just told you!

I don't know, Tom. I'm just trying to run a business.

I've got a VAT inspection due and you're farting about playing detective instead of being here!

It's gotta be him. It was the same jacket.

Maybe, but he wasn't the man that attacked you.

No, he warned him off. He's a friend of the boy's dad.

That doesn't prove it was Heath that attacked you. It's circumstantial.

Come on. So he told you he's got an alibi.

But he's lying. It's gotta be him.

Who told you he's got an alibi?

Um... a friend. DC Treeve.

Um...

- He works here. He said you'd spoken to him. - Me?

I haven't. I haven't had a chance yet.

He said the family were known to the police.

They are. Mickey Heath's a scumbag. Into drugs, dealing, the lot.

The CID would love to nail him, but as far as I know, we haven't been near him.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Who said cops can't be romantic? - Oh.

- Holly get to her party all right? - Yeah. She's gonna stay over.

Alex, I think we should...

Ah! Just the man I wanted to see.

- I don't make a habit of giving out my number. - Hi.

Viv. Well, I obviously made a big impression on you.

I'm sorry. I was miles away. Sorry.

It's OK. I forgive you this once.

Besides, you must have a lot on your mind at the moment.

- You heard? - Ally told me.

- It's not as bad as it looks. - What happened to your face?

- Someone teach you a lesson, did they? - You lost your bottle?

- You never had none! - Is that the kids from the school?

- Yeah, ignore them, ignore them. - Chicken!

Bugger off, you little cretins!

- Wanker! Flippin' wanker! - Wanker!

- Go home, man! - Paedo, isn't he?

Paedo! Paedo!

Paedo! Paedo! Paedo!

- Do you want me to give you a lift back? - No. God, no. I'm fine. Honestly.

- Sure? - Yeah, water off a duck's back.

Listen, um... I'll... I'll phone you.

- Ah! - Go on!

- Ooh! - Suits you, sir!

- Piss off! - Sod off!

Flippin' wanker! Go home, man!

Paedo! Paedo! Paedo! Paedo! Paedo!

D'you want some, do ya? D'you want some?

- What you looking at? - You really want some?

- Bye, Mum. - Bye-bye, love.

- Who's picking me up today? - Well, if it's not me, then it'll be Alex.

Holly, aren't you gonna say goodbye to Alex?

- All right. Bye. - Bye, Holly.

Give her time. She'll get used to it.

Hope so.

Tom's gotta be told the truth, Alex. Lying to him, it's not right.

- No one's lying to him. - He's Holly's dad and he's still my husband.

- We owe him that at least. - And I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Just don't make the situation worse.

- So? - Listen, I'll ring you if it's another false alarm.

Either way, open up. The VAT inspector will be here first thing.

- Talk about bad timing. - Don't worry. Give Ally a hug from me.

Tell Helen, will you? She'll wanna know.

- Hi. - Come in.

Yeah, thanks.

- Yeah. - Right.

She went into labour today. I thought that's why you came round, to tell me she had it.

No, no, I didn't know. Oh, that's brilliant.

I'll give her a ring later. She's in St. Philip's, isn't she?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So why did you come round?

Just about everything that's going on.

Tom, I've gotta tell you something.

- Alex has been involved in... - He's not good enough for you.

- Don't trust him. He's a liar. - Stop it, all right?

- And I don't want him living in my house. - He doesn't! He won't! He doesn't want to!

If you must know... he's asked us to move in with him.

Helen...

Don't do this to me, Helen, please. Don't do this.

Tom, look at you.

Look at this place.

If we sold the house... you could have somewhere decent.

I don't want the money.

I love you.

I don't wanna hurt you any more, Tom.

- You're not. - I am.

Please, Helen.

Just give us another chance, Helen. Please.

Sweetheart, I can't.

I'm sorry.

Guys, why isn't the shop open? Where's Tom?

Search me. Been calling him but no one's answered.

Oh, shit.

Tom, are you in there?

- What did she have? - What?

- Has she had the baby? - False alarm. Where the hell have you been?

- Here. - I've been phoning you!

- Why? - Tom, the bloody shop keys!

Oh, sorry, man. Shit!

I've been stood on the doorstep with the VAT man for over an hour.

- Where are they? - Here. Is he still there?

- What do you think? - I'll come round and explain it was my fault.

No. No, you won't. Now, listen, Tom, we're friends.

I want to help you. But look at you, you're a mess!

Now, you either sort yourself out or I'm sorry, I can't afford to keep you.

Tom, isn't she beautiful?

Yeah. I love you.

I love you too. Come on, you get in.

- Is it on us both? - Yeah.

- Watch her. - Ooh, what was that?

Oh, she's gonna cry. Hello.

Holly, this is your first day at home... with your mum and dad.

Yeah. Hi, Holly.

- Bastard must have paid them to attack me. - This is ridiculous.

- I'll be with you in a minute, sir. - I saw him pay him the money. Not only that...

Baz!

He lied about the police investigating them. He lied about the alibi.

Baz, man needs some help with some printing and the lady needs a quote.

The cops say they've never been near Mickey Heath.

- Why would he lie? - To stop me and Helen getting back together.

Tom, it doesn't make sense.

- The boys that started it all, he set that up? - Of course not.

- But when it happened, he took advantage of it. - You're just paranoid.

He planned it all, and it's working out for him. Helen's moving in with him.

You listen to me. I may not like Alex, but he's not a crook.

And you accusing him is not going to help anyone, least of all you.

You know Alex?

We had dinner. It was only once.

Tom...

Tom, what could we do? Helen asked us.

- Move along, please, sir. - Yeah, fine.

Shit!

Gotcha.

Explain that.

Comes with the job, does it?

Sorry. Sorry.

- I thought a friend was picking her up. - Dad's never late.

Thanks for looking after her. Come on, Hol. Sorry about that.

Oh, my God.

Hi, it's Tom. Can't talk now, but if you'd like to leave a message, I'll get back to you.

Tom, where are you? Giorgio said you haven't been at work.

I'm coming!

Yeah. I'm coming.

- Helen. - There's been an accident.

Alex... Alex has left the handbrake off his car...

It hit him. He's dead.

Tom, he's dead!

It's all right, Helen. It's all right.

It's all right, Helen.

For such a brilliant career to be cut short by such a freak accident is a tragedy,

not only for Alex's friends and loved ones,

but for his colleagues, who held him in the highest esteem.

He was a brilliant officer,

but above all a man of integrity.

We will miss him.

Let us pray for Alex.

- Can we go now? - Yeah.

Dad, can we go and see Giorgio and Ally's new baby on the way home?

Not today, darling. Mummy's not feeling too well.

We'll all go tomorrow, love.

Wait.

I'm sorry. I just wanted to explain.

I'm DC Neame. I was working with Alex on an undercover drug op. He was me handler.

I don't understand. What are you talking about?

Mickey Heath - I infiltrated his gang. They thought I was setting up a drug deal.

I was there when you got attacked. I couldn't step in or I would have blown me cover.

So I pretended someone was coming.

Someone's coming!

I just wanted to say sorry.

When Alex heard, he was furious. He wanted you protected at all costs.

That's why I tried to warn you off at Mickey's house.

Sod off! Are you deaf or what?

Now, whilst you still can.

That's why he didn't want you to get involved, Tom.

That's why he wanted to help with Holly.

I tried to tell you. I tried to explain about the police investigation, but you wouldn't listen.

Alex was worried you'd...

He was a good man, Tom.

He didn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to protect you.

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