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Have you been invited
to this do tonight?

What do?

Oh, Sammy's engagement
do? Yeah, yeah. Why?

Just trying to fathom why she's
invited some people but not others.

Oh, well, I'm Sammy's godmother

and Mitch was at Bruche with
Gill three, four hundred years ago.

And Dave, in fact, so...

- Oh, Gill's husband. Ex-husband.
- Ah.

- So we're all family friends.
- Okay.

I say "godmother."

I use the term loosely, having
not stepped inside a church since...

Blimey! Although I did once
buy him an advent calendar.

Has she not invited
you to this do?

- So it's just...
- Yeah. The in-crowd.

Eh, listen. I've bought enough
booze to sink a battleship with, Sammy.

That is the equivalent of buying
twice as much as what I think we'll need.

Yes, I'm aware that your mates can
drink for England. On the other hand,

I personally do not want to
wake up to a small deluge

of wall-to-wall vomit
tomorrow morning.

And if I do, guess who'll
be cleaning it all up?

'Cause it's sure as heck
won't be my good self.

Yes, I do want you
to have a good time.

But I've got no plans to get my
house trashed, and if it does happen...

And if that does happen, I'll be
lining your mates up one by one

and they'll subsequently be
singing in very high-pitched voices!

They know that, don't they?

Anyway, it isn't about
your mates, is it?

It's about you and Orla.

Yeah, well, I'm glad to hear it.

Eh, and make sure she brings
this famous engagement ring.

I want to see it.

Oh, my God!

Did somebody fetch the cake?

Your dad?

I'm putting the phone
down now. I'm going.

I don't want to knock
any little old ladies down

or I'll be living with
the consequences.

Okay, ta-ta. See you in a bit.

Eh, kid, have you hoovered?

What the hell are you doing?

You're gonna find out
what it's like to die now.

You all right, bitch?

Oh, I'll be having that.

Now, any smart moves and this knife's
coming through the back of this seat

- and right into your spine.
- What do you want?

Oh, sod that!

Green light. I want you
to put your foot down.

And first chance we
get, we're doing a U-turn.

Why? Where are we going?

Find out when we
get there, won't you?

- I can't.
- I said drive!

It's my son. He's expecting me.

If I'm not home in a
quarter of an hour, he's...

Oh, what? What will he do? Explode?
Pass out? Turn into a pumpkin?

Here. Turn left. You
can turn round here, look.

Indicate, bitch!

You know, someone
needs to tell her.

Someone needs to say,
"Janet, you're 49 years old.

"You're flirting with someone
who was still in nappies

"when you were
feeling your first collar.

"You look... ridiculous."

I think they're just mates.

I mean, talk about
lack of self-awareness.

She might as well have a big neon
sign flashing on her forehead saying,

"Hello, I'm having
a mid-life crisis."

It's...

It's... It's...

Yeah, what is it?

Horses for courses.

Is it? How?

- Just... You know.
- What?

I don't know, Rachel.

Do you know, I used
to think the world of her.

I used to think the
sun shone out of her...

You know, I was so
impressed with her, Mitch.

And then you just end
up thinking, "Oh, Jesus!"

There's more
rain forecast later.

So what?

I was just,
changing the subject.

Right.

You really need to move on.

I have done, me.

Tell me what you're thinking.

Helen.

We've never met.

No.

- Funny that.
- Is it?

I dunno.

Have I upset you?

Upset me?

Personally, have I upset you?

You've turned my life into one big
steaming pile of festering excrement

- but, other than that...
- Me, personally?

Not that I'd make any
great claims for it before.

My life.

I wouldn't inflict
my life on anyone.

At any stage.

Not on a dog.

- But having said that...
- What do you want?

I did used to have a roof over my head
and someone who gave a toss about me.

And a job.

I had a job, used to earn money.

And, get this! I used to be able
to walk round the supermarket

without some ignorant twat
coming up and spitting in my face.

And, not only that,

I used to be able to walk
to the end of our street

without little kids on bikes lobbing
crisp packets full of dog dirt at me!

Didn't know I was born,
did I? Looking back.

- What do you want?
- Me?

Ooh! Fortnight in the Bahamas?

80 grand a year?
Tea for two at the Ritz?

I want everything,
me. Greedy cow!

- No, I meant...
- I know what you meant.

- Helen, you're drunk.
- No?

- Really?
- Helen.

Oh, it's amazing what
the trained eye can spot!

There's no flies on you, eh?

- What you're doing is very serious.
- Oh, d'you think?

You've not thought this through.

Please feel free to think that.

Helen, this can only get
more and more serious.

If you stop this now, if you
calm down, let me stop the car,

we can talk through everything
you're upset about properly. We can...

- Ahh!
- Don't you dare stop this car.

Now you stop this car a
second longer than necessary,

this blade's coming through your
earhole and right out the other side!

With hilarious
consequences. Not.

- Not for you, anyway.
- I want to know where we're going!

We're going... To
get on the M62.

Eastbound.

We're going to the
seaside, you and me, pal.

Rachel, have you got a sec?

We're missing a couple of statements
from the Kenneth Valentine file.

One of them is yours.

Well, that's because I
haven't written it up yet.

Janet needs to get the file off to
the barrister today before lunchtime.

She asked you for your
statement three days ago.

- No, she didn't.
- Yes, she did.

Not.

Right. Well, she's
telling me she did.

She asked me for it
on Wednesday at 5:00.

Which isn't three days ago.

Strictly speaking, it's
not even two days ago.

And that's one day
and a few hours ago.

And I said it would be ready
by the end of play today.

She said that would be fine.

Right, well...

It appears that you've been
talking at cross purposes...

I can't help that,

if she's telling you one thing
and asking me for something else.

It'd be nice if we were all
working with each other,

rather than against each other.

Yeah, I couldn't agree more.

Right. Well, then you've got an
hour and a half to get it on her desk.

No. Well, that
won't be happening!

- Sorry?
- Well, with all due respect, Rob,

I've got to update my progress
report for the Willow Vale nursing home.

I've got to complete the video
viewing log for residents' interviews.

And I've got to finish the UNCLE
learning module for diversity.

What with me being politically
incorrect and sending you that daft email.

Which was, by
the way, just a joke.

- Well, all those things can wait.
- No, no, no.

She's gonna have to ring that barrister
and tell him that she's made a mistake.

That's not going
to happen, either.

The barrister wants to take
the file home for the weekend.

She said she didn't need it.

Lunchtime today was
always the deadline.

Yes, and I made it
clear that I couldn't.

Right, well, I'm asking.

No. I'm not asking you, Rachel.

I'm telling you.

Well, it's interesting isn't it,
that she's got you doing this

instead of coming
to me and saying,

"Rachel, where's that statement
that I asked you for not three days ago

"and which I said would be fine
by the end of play on Friday?"

- This is...
- What?

Childish and...

Well, you wouldn't do this if
it wasn't the boss's day off.

I don't know what you mean.

- I think you do.
- Sorry.

- Childish?
- Can we do this thing?

So the barrister gets what
he needs, when he needs it,

so we can nail Nick
Crossland's arse to the floor

for murdering Kenneth Valentine?

Right, fine.

If you want things at a different
time to what's been agreed...

- I said lunchtime.
- Ask me for it,

instead of getting your
little monkey to do it.

- I said, Friday lunchtime.
- Yeah, and I made it clear...

I said Friday lunchtime.
It's always been lunchtime.

And I made it clear...

And I made it perfectly clear that
the end of the day was not an option.

The fact that you chose, in
your usual pig-headed fashion,

to misread that as me saying,

"Oh, that's okay,
then" isn't something

- I can help.
- Pig-headed?

You've had plenty
to time to get it done.

I could see that
you weren't doing it.

- Pig-headed?
- I had no option other option

than to go higher up.

Yes, pig-headed? It
means being stubborn.

It means blithely doing
whatever the hell you want

when you know damn well
it's not what's been asked for.

- It's passive-aggressive nonsense.
- Don't.

Don't try and
intimidate me, Janet.

I'm not trying to
intimidate you.

If I was trying to intimidate
you, you'd know about it.

You're not gonna make
me feel inadequate either.

You can practise those sort of tricks
on someone further down the food chain,

if that's something
that you need to do.

I just want the statement,
Rachel, so I can complete the file.

It really is that simple.

Uh, where's Gill? Does
anyone know where Gill is?

Home?

Home, as far as we know.

Why?

Okay. Hang on a second.

MIT command. Member
of the public rang 999,

said she saw a woman in a
car with a knife to her throat.

Someone sitting in
the back of the car.

Took the registration
number. It's Gill's.

- What's happened?
- Will do. All right. Bye-bye.

Ring her home. Try her mobile.

They're activating the red centre,
treating it as a suspected abduction.

- Hello?
- Sammy, it's Janet.

Do you know anything
about hoovers?

Aren't they supposed
to suck things up?

- That's the plan.
- Yeah, well, this isn't sucking.

- Is the bag full?
- Is there a bag?

Sammy, is your mum there?

Uh, no. No, she went
to the supermarket.

- Where?
- Down in Shaw.

She's supposed to
be back. She rang me.

She rang you. When?
When did she ring you?

Over half an hour since.

Well, she'd just
finished shopping.

She was supposed to be
coming straight home, but...

She's not answering her mobile.

How far away is that, the
supermarket from your house?

Ten minutes. Why?

Well, okay. Look, I
don't want to alarm you,

but we've had a 999 call
from a member of the public

and there's a concern...

- They've activated the red centre?
- Mmm.

Superintendent Dodson's
gone in as the command.

Superintendent, Hugh
Crossley, SOCA tactical adviser.

- What's already been done?
- ANPR. She's on the M62

heading east towards Leeds.

Has the woman who
rang 999 been interviewed?

Over the phone. She reported
seeing the assailant carrying a knife.

She said it looked like the driver had
been tethered to the seat by the neck.

Did we get a
description of the driver?

It does sound like
it is DCI Murray.

Right. I want firearms. I want to know
what surveillance capability we've got.

- Is air support already up?
- I'll find out.

If not, I want a
fixed wing up ASAP.

I want pictures
on these screens.

I want to see who it
is in that car with her.

Can someone get me the
Assistant Chief Con on the phone?

She'll need briefing.

I need a wee.

Bad luck.

On the bright side,

you make better decisions
when you need a wee.

Apparently.

Not that you will be
making any decisions.

You know, that'll be me.

Your decision-making
days are over and done with.

Like Gone With The Wind.

I want to help you, Helen.

Help me? Really? Oh,
that's good. That's funny.

I do and I can. I'm sure I can.

Is that why you've
charged me with a crime

that you wouldn't have
known had happened

if I hadn't come and
told you about it?

Because you want to help me?

That wasn't my decision.

Is that why you're
making me go to court?

So everybody can get
the wrong end of the stick

and think that I was involved
in all that other gruesome shit

that was going on down
there in that bloody dungeon?

Because that is
what people think!

It's why they throw things at me
and call me names in the street.

It's why they damaged Louise's house
and that is why she chucked me out.

- Well, that and the drinking!
- Yes, but, Helen,

doing this isn't going
to make it better. Is it?

What were you buying
all that booze for?

Did you say you
were having a party?

- Hello?
- A party, yeah.

Tonight.

Damn.

Shame you'll be missing it.

Did you say something
about an engagement?

My son.

Ah, bless!

Bless his heart.

No booze and no mother
at your engagement do.

Sometimes life's just chock-full
of nasty, little surprises.

Still, on the plus side,
he won't be waking up

with a hangover in the morning.

He won't be throwing
up everywhere!

That's something.

How long have you had
a drink problem, Helen?

It's not a problem.
I like being pissed.

Helen, I'm going to pass out
if you don't loosen this belt.

No, you're not.

If you don't stop complaining,
I might tighten it some more.

The tracking vehicle's
a red Vauxhall,

one behind DCI Murray's car.

Is that it? HUGH: Yeah.

I need to see inside the
car. I need to see who that is.

India 99, can we
zoom into vehicle, over?

Zooming in. Over.

Is that a woman?

DS Waddington.

- What's happening with Sammy?
- I've rung Dave.

Okay.

What's happening?

Superintendent Dodson, she wants
you and you to join her at CID HQ.

- When?
- Now.

Why? Why us?

She didn't say.

- What about this?
- Well, I guess this takes priority.

I mean who'd...

Yeah, you're right.
Stupid question.

Who'd abduct her? You
know as much as me.

Well, who wouldn't abduct her?
Number of evil gits she's banged up.

It's a funny thing,
but people don't.

They've generally enough
demons of their own to bother with.

Right, someone...

Someone she interviewed when she
was younger, someone from years ago?

Someone she helped get sent down
whenever and they've just got out,

and they've held a grudge
against her all this time.

They're not criminal
masterminds these people.

Surely to God you
know that by now.

If it is personal, it's more likely
someone she's pissed off recently

someone who hasn't
had time to get over it.

Well, like you said, when
does she come face-to-face?

She doesn't.

But she does do interviews
on the telly sometimes.

Anyone who was interested
would know that she was the SIO.

And, anyway, anyone she's pissed
off recently has been sent down.

Not if they haven't
gone to trial yet.

Anyone dangerous
would be on remand.

It's Helen Bartlett.

What do you reckon?

You spent more time
with her than anyone else.

It's her.

It's her! What the
hell's she playing at?

If and when we try to make contact
with her, I want you to talk to her.

Okay.

We know she's got her mobile
on her. We're picking up a signal.

She's not tried to
ring anyone yet.

Gill's she switched
off or dumped.

We know Gill's was last
used in a car park in Shaw

when she rang Sammy at 11:30.

- How is Sammy?
- Dave's got him.

Dave's with him.

Great, well, that's killing
two birds with one stone.

I had visions of him rolling up
here trying to stick his neb in.

- Dave, not...
- Yeah. Got that, boss.

I wonder what she wants.

Well, until she tries to contact
someone, we won't know.

We could ring her, of
course, but it's a risk.

I don't want to freak her out
and she ends up using the knife.

No, I think, we'll wait

until we get some indication
of what her plans are.

If I was Gill, I
wouldn't just sit there.

I don't think we've
got much choice.

I think she's got something
fastened round her neck.

Anyway, Gill knows what to do.

She'll keep her talking till
we can do something decisive.

Helen, if it is Helen, doesn't
know it, but she's surrounded.

I've got firearms officers
from Yorkshire police

following them in two
vehicles half a mile behind

and that red Vauxhall
two vehicle behind is us.

- Right, does Gill know that we're...
- No.

Her field of vision's
limited by the restraint.

She's on her own,
as far as she knows.

Is it worth getting someone
from the green centre

to go and pick
her girlfriend up?

If we're confident that it is
Helen, she had a girlfriend Louise.

She might know something about
what's going on inside her head.

Yeah. Let's do that. Clive?

Ma'am.

Maybe you should
talk to her, Louise.

- Is that normal?
- No, not normally.

But you're gonna be
the one talking to Helen,

so if she does tells
us anything useful,

we might as well cut
out the middle man.

- Do you need me, ma'am?
- Yes, I do.

When Janet goes into the
negotiation cell, I'll need a runner.

And I want two people who
communicate with each other well.

Well, who better than you two?

Why do you need a runner?

Well, she has
to be in isolation.

If I have to give any
nasty orders to firearms,

Janet can't know
anything about it.

Not if she's trying to have an
honest negotiation with Helen.

Do you want a swig?

No... thank you.

I've got loads.

It makes me fart, lager.

- We wouldn't want that!
- No?

It might make things easier,
though, if you were a bit pissed.

When the time comes.

That's what I'm doing,
anyway. That's my plan.

Well, until you share with
me what the plan is, Helen,

I'm afraid I'm in the dark.

Do you think
anyone's missed you?

I have no idea.

What'll happen when
somebody does?

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

If you don't come home and...

What's he called? Your boy?

John.

If you don't come home when
John expects you, what's he...

What's he going to do?

I don't know. Probably
won't even notice.

Why are you targeting me, Helen?

I saw you on the news.

After you persuaded
the CPS to prosecute me.

- I didn't persuade...
- You make recommendations.

I wasn't even the Senior
Investigating Officer on this one.

- I was just...
- I was 13 years old.

And I'm being vilified for something
I was forced to do by a psychopath.

And if it wasn't for
me coming forward,

the world would have known
nothing about what he'd done.

- Yes, but I wasn't...
- I admitted what I'd done.

It took me a bloody long time
to do it, fair enough, but I did it.

And this is the thanks
I get? Well, fuck you!

If you think I'm standing up in court
to waste breath defending myself,

just to get stared at and
spat at and insulted...

I'm not hanging around
for that. I've had enough.

And someone...
is coming with me.

And that someone is you.

And then they're all going to
realise that they made a mistake.

Whoever it was.

Whichever bunch of twats,
including you, made this decision.

So stop trying to
wriggle off the hook.

And next time, hopefully,

hopefully, people are going
to think very long, very hard

about what they do to people.

You're coming off
at the next junction.

Helen, I want to be clear
what you're talking about.

Are you talking about suicide?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am. That's the one.

And I'm taking you with me.

Louise, um...

They've driven across the M62.

They've come off the M62
at Howden in East Yorkshire

and now they're on the
A614 which goes to east coast,

so is there anybody there
that she knows or anything...

Anything, anything at all?

- Where's Flamborough Head?
- Why?

That's east coast.

- Why?
- She talked about it once.

She went there
once on a school trip

when they were little.

She said it was
the loveliest day.

She always wanted to go back.

We always meant to, only we
never did. We never found time.

Louise, at some point soon we're
going to want to make contact with Helen

and I'm wondering, subject to
what Superintendent Dodson thinks,

if it might be best if you
were to make that call, initially.

- How would you feel about doing that?
- If it helps.

She's got a knife. She's got
DCI Murray trapped in the vehicle.

We don't know what she intends.

We could stop the vehicle,
that's well within our capability,

but we daren't spook her.

We want to talk to her

without scaring her into
doing something rash,

for her own sake, as
well as DCI Murray's.

Ma'am, Louise is telling us that
she thinks she could be heading

to Flamborough
Head on the east coast.

Flamborough Head.

Yeah, it's got some sort of
sentimental attachment to it.

She visited there
as a kid but...

Oh, as well as that,
isn't it, like... big cliffs?

- Is it?
- Yeah. I think...

Well, it's the sort of place that
people go to commit suicide.

Right.

Right.

But... But why would you abduct
someone if you're going to do that?

Well, I suppose if you got it into
your head to take someone with you.

What's going to happen to her?

Well, we're going
to talk her down.

- That's the plan.
- And then what?

Let's just get them back
safely before we worry about...

Will they shoot her?

She's abducted a
police officer, Louise.

She'll be arrested.

We could set up a road
block in Spalding on the moor,

now we've an idea
where they're heading.

No. It's too much of a gamble.

We could force her hand and then
God knows what she'd do with that knife.

The more she drinks, the
more erratic she's going to get.

The more she drinks the
more docile she's going to get.

Be nice if they just ran
out of petrol, wouldn't it?

If they came to a standstill
without us forcing it.

Dodson.

Ma'am, Louise is offering
to ring Helen, to speak to her,

to break it to her gently
that we're on to her,

then, hopefully, we can hand
things over to the negotiator, to Janet,

- I mean, without freaking Helen out.
- Perfect.

- Why are you crying?
- I'm not.

It's not much fun, is it?

Not being in control.

Is that how you feel?

Is that how you feel, Helen?

- Not in control?
- No.

I feel full of the
joys of spring, me.

Life's just one big long
cabaret, eh, old chum?

No, it isn't.

That's not what
you really think, is it?

Not if the plan
is to end it all.

Shut up!

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry. I
understand that now.

- Yeah, you're just saying that.
- I'm not. I'm not.

I get it.

I'm sorry. I just...

What?

I see a lot.

I see 14-year-olds dump
old-age pensioners in the canal

after they've suffocated them.

I see pathetic men leave
eight-year-old boys in wheelie bins

- after they've raped them.
- I...

It's not my decision.

Things have to go to a jury.

For your sake. So everyone
will know you weren't guilty.

So there'll be no shadow
of doubt in anyone's mind,

because the chances
are you're going to get off.

You must know that.

- Bollocks.
- No!

We've been through this.
You're missing the point.

You're pissing in the wind!

The damage has been done,
so this is what's happening.

We're going to drive off
Flamborough Head and into the sea.

Do you remember
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?

Oh, no, it won't be like
that 'cause they could fly.

- I'm not driving off Flamborough Head!
- You bloody are.

Oh, hello.

It's the lady wife.

- What do you want?
- Helen?

Hurry up. I'm busy.

You've got to stop
what you're doing.

You've got to let the
police officer stop the car.

You've got to let her go.

Helen?

Helen?

Where are you?

I'm in Manchester.

- This lady wants to talk to you.
- What lady?

Janet. You know her.

Do I?

Keep your fucking foot down!

Yeah, you do. She spoke
to you before, when...

When I was arrested?

Helen, please don't do this. We
can work something out. I'm sorry.

Please. HELEN:
You had your chance.

- I was struggling as well.
- I have to go now.

You're just going to make
things worse for yourself, Helen.

Helen?

She's hung up.

- What's going on?
- Nothing's going on.

Why aren't we there yet?

- What's she saying?
- Nothing.

Why did she ring you?

Who said you
could ask questions?

I'll drive to where you want to
go. I'm not driving you into the sea.

Yeah, well, we'll
see about that.

Now what?

Helen, it's Janet Scott. We
met before. Do you remember?

How could I forget?

What's going on, Helen?

Nothing.

Are you all right?

- Never better.
- You don't sound yourself.

Well, I may have
had a few beers.

What's going on, Helen?

I think I said.

People are worried about you.

No one's worried about me.

Louise is worried about
you. I'm worried about you.

Oh, bless!

Bless you all. I'm so popular!

Helen, you've got
yourself into a situation

and we need to
find a way out of it.

- Yeah.
- Tell me what you're worried about.

Nothing. Nothing
worries me anymore.

Tell me what you're thinking.

Tell me what you'd like
somebody to do that could help you.

You're all tossers.

She won't engage with
us. She keeps hanging up.

I think...

Whatever she's got
planned, she's going to do it,

come hell or high water.

Do you want to move
the firearms units up?

You need to be in a
position to stop her now.

Go.

You do what you
have to do, Helen.

But I'm not driving
into the sea.

If my son has to hear about how I
died, it won't be because I killed myself.

Tell Janet to ring the number
again and to let Helen know,

if she answers it,
that she's surrounded.

And then what...

What's going to
happen then is that

I'll be handing command
over to firearms unit super.

Go on.

You answer it.

- It's you they want to talk to.
- I'm not talking to them.

- Hello?
- Gill?

- Janet.
- What's going on?

- I'm with Helen Bartlett.
- We know that.

She got a knife, she got a belt round
my neck, I'm fastened to the seat.

Gill, she needs to know...

You need to know that
you've got two firearm units

within 50 yards of you.

Right.

Are you all right?

I've been better.

The incident commander
would like you to tell Helen

that she's surrounded.

- Right.
- I came here once.

Sorry, hang on, Janet.
She's telling me something.

Sorry, Helen, you what?

I came here... once.

Did you?

School trip.

I was nine.

We went to a...

Bird sanctuary.

And then we came
to look at the lifeboats.

I wanted to stay here.

Forever.

- I certainly didn't want to go home!
- No.

- Janet...
- Yeah.

Will you tell Sammy I
love him if anything...

Nothing's going to happen.

Who's Sammy?

My son. He's not
called John. I lied.

Why?

I don't know.

He's getting engaged.

Yeah.

Married.

Yeah.

Children?

Who knows?

One day.

Gill, can you tell Helen
she's surrounded?

Helen,

I'm being informed

to advise you

that we're surrounded

by firearms officers.

So now might be a good time...

Could still leave
this place alive.

And I promise you'll get
help and I will say, I will say,

that I believe I made a mistake.

Helen?

I don't feel too good.

Helen, what have you done?

Gill, what's happening?

Wow!

This is what it feels like.

Helen... Helen!

- Oh!
- Gill!

Helen! Helen!

Oh, my God! Helen!

I think she's cut her
wrists. She's passed out.

- I can't do anything!
- Gill.

I want an ambulance. Get
me an ambulance, Janet, now!

Helen's fainted.
She cut her wrists.

Move in. She's down.
Get the officer out.

Right, move in. Surround
the car. Minimum force.

Armed police! Nobody move!

Get this fucking thing off me!

Helen, can you hear me?

- Are you okay?
- Course I'm not okay!

I'll go and tell Janet.

Yeah.

She's out and she's fine.

Are you okay?

Are you?

I think so.

Well done.

I'm not sure I
actually did anything.

Sammy.

I'll ring the troops.

Hello?

She's fine. She's fine.

She's out. They got her out.

- And who was it?
- And who was it?

- Helen Bartlett.
- Sammy...

Helen Bartlett.

Um, what's happened to her?

- It's Janet. She's fine.
- Cut her wrists.

She's fine. She's
absolutely fine.

- Dead?
- We don't know.

Beer? What beer?

I don't know about you but I
could do justice to a cup of tea.

Sod that! I want a proper drink!

How's your mum?

Much the same. How's yours?

Much the same. How's Sean?

Well, I don't know.

I haven't heard a
single word from him.

I've had a few shitty text
messages off his mother, but...

- I guess I asked for that.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

About?

- Which bit?
- Your marriage.

Yeah, well.

- Can I just say...
- Yeah.

That I don't want
to go on like this.

- Rachel.
- No.

I mean, I can't stand it and if it
does go on like this then I'm leaving.

Oh, don't say that!

Well, when are you going to...

What?

- Get over this?
- Get over it?

All right.

Forgive me.

- See?
- What? What?

Well, you're enjoying it.

Oh, don't be stupid!

- Well...
- I am not.

I have not enjoyed this.

Any of it.

I've been having a
really shit time, actually,

because of it.

And...

I'm sorry. I am.

I realise that I might
have reacted too much,

given everything that
you've been through

with your mother
and your brother

and Sean and... everything.

I applied for my
sergeant's exams again.

Good. Good. Good for you.

I'm going to turn up
this time and pass them.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

And I'm sorry.

I am sorry, Janet,
for what I did.

I'm sorry, too.

- Oh.
- What?

Helen Bartlett died in the
ambulance. Dead on arrival.

What a life!

Yeah.

Sometimes, you know,
we do make mistakes.

So, do you think
they're going to go ahead

with this engagement
party tonight?

Yeah, actually, knowing Gill.

She'll make a point of
looking like she's untouchable.

I might crash it.

Do you want to get back in the
office and finish that statement for me?

Can we come in?

Oh, hello.

Dave sent us up to
see if you're all right.

Dave?

Someone thought you
might be upset, so...

Dave!

Has he not fallen over yet?

Heading that way.

I have plans myself.

I'm here because you didn't
invite me, but I wanted to say hello.

You can crash my
parties any time, kid.

Are you all right?

Hell of a thing.

Yeah.

Thought I'd had it,

pretty much, at one stage.

Of course, it wouldn't
be the first time.

Little bastard waved
a gun in my face once.

In Hulme.

But this...

She, um...

I've never seen anyone actually

die before.

I've seen more dead bodies

than you've had embarrassing and
inappropriate sexual encounters, but...

Yeah.

Never seen anyone actually...

Are you two speaking?

Well, she finally
apologised properly, so...

Me apologise? It was
you that apologised.

When?

- This afternoon.
- When?

- She did.
- When?

- When you said sorry.
- When?

- She did.
- She's lying.

- In the pub!
- What pub?

We went to the Grapes.

What were you doing in a pub
in the middle of the afternoon?

What do you think
this is, Life On Mars?