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- How is Janet? - She's fine.

Clinical psychologist has expressed some concerns.

About her fitness to conduct the interviews 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 to...

Listen, I want results for the families of the victims 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 5s.

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 I tell him what I think of him.

"You evil, pathetic, cowardly,

"nasty, worm-shaped little shit-bag."

You know, that sort of thing.

But you won't say that, will you?

I keep thinking about Veronica.

Six years old.

With bad teeth and a pretend leather coat

and 70, 80 years of fresh air ahead of her.

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.

Yeah, 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 going to 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 on to another force.

Of course. Does the Assistant Chief Con

know you're homeless and you had your car repossessed?

You're not hard up, are you?

- Geoff. - Hello.

You've got a black eye.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, Geoff, you understand that you've been arrested

on suspicion of murder and that these offences are in addition

to the ones you've already been 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.

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

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

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

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

because 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 re-live 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.

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,

kill 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, on her chest and...

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

Did you not see her lips going blue? Might've been a clue.

She was, you know, dead.

Well...

But the point I'm making is this.

You could have been dead, Janet, for the last 40 years.

If it was what I 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?

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Okay.

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 12 others.

Actually...

there were 15.

Jesus.

Okay. 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.

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. Do you remember?

Yeah, well, Andy had his suspicions about you all along,

and as it's turned out, he was right to, 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 that you've... - Go knock on the door.

He knows I've hit the nail on the head, look at him.

Unless you're prepared to do that,

there's very little point in continuing this conversation.

- I'm terminating this interview... - Every eventuality.

Except the one where your constable's been at it with your sergeant.

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

- I'm not doing this. - Fine.

- Calm down. - Do you want to know stuff

about the others or not?

Get back in there, help calm him down, get him back to his cell.

- You need to 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, so 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 about me

that I would really would prefer none of you to know.

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

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 in if you don't want to but you should, 'cause you're winning.

He's going to regret that,

he's not going to blow it.

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

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

He's admitted more to you in 10 seconds than he's 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 lad, 20-year-old, dragged from his car,

beaten up and strangled.

Control Room say it's absolutely kicking off down there.

I've got to go.

- Mike. - Gill.

What do we know?

The lad managed to raise the alarm on his radio

when he realised what was happening to him,

so all these other taxi drivers have piled in.

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

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

Is this the parents?

Identify his family. Immediate family.

Take them home. Explain to them exactly what's going to happen,

when it's going to happen, how it's going to happen

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

Is this the mother?

- All right, all right. Thank you. - I have to be with him!

There's nothing you can do for him, Mrs Madari, he's gone.

- I'm sorry, you have to leave it to us. - No!

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! Twenty years old! He's a baby! He's a lad!

- And you're the lad's... - His brother! I'm his brother!

Okay.

No! No girlfriend! He didn't have a girlfriend!

Are you even 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... the 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 rivalries, vendettas, fallouts,

grievances, grudges this lad had with anyone at home, at work, anywhere else.

I've got to pop downstairs.

What you got?

He's written journals. Diaries. He's just told her

he's detailed everything he's ever 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.

You know, documenting it all.

Dennis Nielsen 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 but...

Where has he hidden 'em? Every house he's ever lived in,

every car he's ever owned, has been turned inside-out by PolSA

six months ago.

You won't find them. 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.

Okay. 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 in history to have a fling with another copper.

Yeah, I know that.

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

- Shit. - What?

He's just walked in.

- Has he seen us? - Yeah.

Uh, so, um...

Evening.

Hello.

Can I get anyone a drink?

No, we're all right, thanks.

- So how did you get on with Hastings? - Uh, 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 him. 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 on our own?

- 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. Okay, well...

What I wanted to say is I think you've been through a lot lately

and I don't want to add to your problems.

Far from it, I want to help you. So, I'm going to back off, Janet.

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

'Cause I don't think you're in a good place

to be making decisions at the minute.

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

I'll wait as long as I have to. 'Cause you and I both know

- this was meant to be. - No, Andy.

I don't want you to 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 really don't want to talk about this now.

- Why don't you go and buy some crisps? - Because she doesn't want any.

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

which is completely understandable.

I don't think that you're listening to 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, 'cause I do...

- You're feeling guilty. Don't. - Yeah, but I...

Do you want to go somewhere else? Do you want to get shitfaced? I do.

When was this?

Uh, Bristol.

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

On what planet?

Uh, no evidence.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I can't even stand thinking about it,

never mind talking about it.

I'm amazed. I'm appalled.

So, he 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.

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, um...

I hope you haven't been PNC-ing anybody...

Don't be daft. He...

And like I'd tell you if I was.

So he's back, erm, in his pinstripes,

swanning round in his swanky flat. And me,

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

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 than...

I don't want to be a human being.

I want to be a chief inspector!

I want to be her, I want to be better than her.

I'm going to be your boss one day.

Good. Good. Good luck with that.

Oh, you think I'm joking.

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

and you're going to feel like shit in the morning.

I bet you 50 quid.

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

So keep laughing, pal.

I can 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 do you hide 'em? Bearing in mind that PolSA's already pulled apart

every house you've ever lived in, every car, every lorry you've ever driven.

Well, he could've buried 'em.

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

- Or do they? - I don't know. I'll ask.

All right, 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, forever.

- He's a sick fuck. - Yep.

Oh, look, here's a cab.

- What happened? - She had something that 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, um, a big glass of water, Dom! - Yeah!

Right, Rachel.

I'm, um... I'm going to go now.

So I'm going to set your alarm.

6:00 a.m. Okay?

Oh, Rachel.

Come on.

Come on, it's all right. Shh.

What's happened?

Well, we deal with some pretty unpleasant customers

and once in a flood it gets to you.

- Is it because she missed her exam? - No. No.

Well, partly.

Um, 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, 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...

- 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? - Mmm.

Do you know anything about this?

Ah.

- Now if that was Nick Savage... - What?

That lamppost.

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.

Do you think you might've done?

Do you really not remember?

No.

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

- And has he? - Don't know.

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 company on

was reported lost or stolen three days ago.

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

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

And there's five numbers 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 then I want all five addresses visited today.

Andy, where are we with CCTV?

Kev?

Er, 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. - Uh, but it needs enhancing.

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

Okay, thank you.

I was seeing her about something completely else

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

even if he is behaving like a pig,

then you don't know me.

Twat.

Hello?

Just thought I'd pester you.

Nice.

- Hey, I tried ringing you last night. - Yeah, well, I was out with Janet so...

Well, you must've seen you had about 15 missed calls from me.

What do you want?

- How are you feeling? - What do you want?

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

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

Yeah, go on.

What are you doing on Saturday the 23rd of August at 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. - I'm not.

And then, a fortnight in Cleethorpes.

Well, I say a fortnight. It'll probably be more like 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 Three-two, en route. Um, I got to 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

and there's no point in us being here.

I understand that it's complicated for you,

talking about these deaths. But unless we make progress together,

they're going to call a halt to it.

Now, you specifically asked to talk to me. But you're not doing.

I told you about me 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.

So, why would you call more than one taxi?

If they were busy.

Or 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 number registered to a Michelle Wilson,

at an address in Longsight. 4:40 in the morning.

The second call was to Pizza Parade, also in Longsight,

7:50 the previous evening,

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

also at an address in Longsight. - 40 in the afternoon.

So, uh, 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 and he doesn't know you.

That'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.

And you'd know a thing like that if you were sergeant material.

Sorry.

Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team.

We're making a few inquiries about an incident

that happened yesterday lunchtime. 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. Twenty-four years old.

She's given us an address. And it's the same address that we got

from the pizza place that was rung for a delivery,

again, using the same stolen phone.

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

Drive past his address, let us know what sort of property it is,

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

Uh, Walcott.

Darren Walcott, and a warrant.

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

So, uh, what were you talking to Godzilla about this morning

when you had 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 The Sportsman.

- Will he? - Either that or The Shears.

- The Shears? And that's down... - Down there, yeah.

Okay. Can we come in and have a look around?

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

Have you checked the cupboards in the loft?

Checked 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 Rach in. Tell 'em to look like they're buying a drink

while they have a scout round and see if they can see him.

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

- Yeah. - Has he, uh, 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 toward Rushford Park.

We need urgent back-up. We need a marked patrol car to stop him.

Why would you let two scroty lads get in your taxi after yesterday?

It's a different cab company, they probably don't even realise.

Hello. Luxor Cabs.

Hello, this is Detective Constable Rachel Bailey,

I'm with the Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team.

Listen, one of your drivers has 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?

Move, move!

Oh, yeah, go for it, hard man. Do you want to wake up in hospital?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

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

You don't have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court. Do you understand me? Shithead.

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

Hmm. It's going to cost GPR seven grand to survey the grave.

That's the cheapest quote I've had.

What about this? Rather than waste taxpayers' money,

and given that it's a mad idea that a pissed copper came up with

in the middle of the night and that these diaries might not even be there,

call me unethical

but don't you have to get 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 going to 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! She's mine... - All right, all right...

- That's mine! - All right. Calm down!

She's dead and she's buried and she's mine!

- I said calm down! - She's mine!

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

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

Thank you.

Could you explain to me where you were yesterday between 12:00 noon and 1:00?

- It's political. - Is it?

Can you explain that to me?

You've got to send a message out, 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 the family to go.

What a waste. And what for? Why?

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

who'd won 50 quid on a scratch card,

decided to celebrate by getting pissed and...

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,

because the police surgeon had examined him.

I thought he was going to 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 believe they are because of the way that 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?

It's no bother, I haven't started cooking yet.

Cheers, Dorothy. Give you a night off.

That'd be very kind of you. - Pleasure.

It's nice that Janet has...

tired and fed up with...

Here she is.

What's going on?

- Andy's popped in to see us. - Hi.

What are you doing here?

Well, I wondered about getting a takeaway.

Your mum says she's not started cooking yet, 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've brought a couple of bottles of wine.

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

Um, yeah, 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?

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

and, um, I really would have 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.

Look, we've all been working very hard lately and...

- Why can you not just accept... - I think you'll thank me eventually.

I do. For being persistent.

You used to see each other when you were training. At Bruche. Do 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 what 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 that I can't give you what you want. I've tried and I've failed,

because it... 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.