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No, no!

Help me! Help me!

Can you hear me?

You've got to help me!
He's going to kill me!

He's going to kill me!

Shit! Sarge! Sarge! Do you hear me?

- What've you done to her?
- Me?

It's him! It's him, he's done it, not me!

- Tell me what's happened.
- Don't you bloody touch me!

Where've you bloody well been?

I'm not trying to touch you,
but I need to know what's happened.

What the hell's happened?

Sir, girl in the car says

she's been held in a cellar
and assaulted for the last four days.

Hey, love, you'll be all right now.
What's your name?

Ann

Gallagher.

Who's done this to my sergeant, Ann?

I don't know his name,
but he's still in there.

He's in the cellar.

She sprayed him with something.

You and you, round t'back.

Shaf, you're going in the ambulance
with Catherine.

If she speaks,
I want to know what she's saying.

You, stay with the lass. Everyone else...

Check the cellar first, and be careful!

I want the on-call DI,
I want H-MIT, I want CSI.

This is the attempted murder
of a police officer.

- There's nobody down here, sir!
- She sprayed him! She gassed him!

- Hello?
- Ashley, it's Tommy.

- You all right?
- She's escaped.

- What?
- She's escaped.

That bastard policewoman!
They've got her.

You've got to come pick me up.
You've got to help me.

You're on your own, pal.

Ashley? Ashley!

Shit! Shit!

Kevin. These fellas are from the CID,
they want to talk to you.

- Hi.
- How do you do?

Could you give us a few minutes?

Mr Weatherill.

- Can I call you Kevin?
- Yeah, of course.

- Hello.
- Lewis?

- Yeah, might be.
-It's Tommy.

I need a lift. I need picking up.

Have you got a car you can use?

Look, I'll pay you.

Do you know anyone
who's got a car I can borrow?

Where are you?

Where did you drop the money off, Kevin?

Where did they tell you
to drop the money off?

McDonald's on the Huddersfield ring road.

And then Birch Services on the M62.

Whose car did you drive there in?

- Mine.
- Both times?

- Yeah.
- You're absolutely certain about that?

You didn't take Nevison's
or anyone else's?

No.

No, no.

What's your registration number?

Uh... V-E-56...

C-H-X.

Can you give me, near as you can,
specific times when those drops were made?

Urn...

The first time, Huddersfield ring road,
that was

Thursday, this last Thursday.
Around lunchtime. Probably

five past, 10 past 12:00.

And the other time?

That was... That was Birch Services.

Urn...

Half past 10:00,
quarter to 11:00, this Monday.

And where did you put it? The money.

m a...

Well, not in a bin. Next to a bin.

Was this the Huddersfield
ring road or Birch Services?

Huddersfield. The second time was
in the men's toilets.

Can you describe to me where the bins
and these toilets are?

Where you left the money?

You can draw a map
or a diagram if it's easier.

Yeah...

Phil Crabtree.

Thanks, bye-bye.

Can you just give me a minute, Kevin?

Has something happened?

We've got her. She's safe.

Jesus.

So he knew where she was?

No, I've just had a phone call.
Do you want to ring Helen?

She's asking for her mother, apparently.

- Where is she?
- Local. They're taking her to a hospital

in Halifax.

For a check-up. It's routine.

- Have they caught the bastards?
- That's as much as I know at the minute.

So, he didn't know?

- We're still having that...
- Helen!

- Hello, love.
- They've found her, and she's safe.

Boss.

There's no ANPR on this fella's
vehicle at either of the two

drop-off points he's mentioned,
at any point over the last four days.

You were telling me which bin
you put the money next to.

Yeah. I...

It's difficult to explain.

Okay-

Well, the thing is, Kevin,

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of abduction

and demanding money with menaces.

No, that's... Why?

You're wrong!
You've got the wrong end of the stick!

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Kevin?

Yes, but...

Is this your mobile phone?

She's become
extremely tachycardic.

Is everything okay down there?

She is becoming very unstable.

Packs. Quickly.

Her abdomen's full of blood,
she's bleeding out.

The spleen's gone. Get the suction.

- What do we know?
- No more than I told you on the phone.

She's still in theatre.
I don't know where she is.

They showed me in here.
They said it could be hours.

- Why?
- They're having to remove her spleen.

- Why?
- Well, she... Somebody beat her up.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Well, what... What does that mean,
your spleen. What does that do?

I don't... I have no...
You know as much as I do.

- What was she doing?
- Just what I've said.

- That's all I know.
-ls there someone to talk to?

They keep popping in.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I just...

I don't know what to do with meself.

Are you not in the salon today?

Yeah, I'm down there now.
This is a hologram.

What's up?

I might...

I might pop out for a bit.

You've been at it again.

After everything that's been said.

Ashley Cowgill? I'm Detective
Constable Christine Whittaker.

Can I come in?

What's it to do with?

You all right if I come in?

Is this your wife?

- Yeah, she's...
- What's the matter? What's going on?

Okay, Ashley, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of abduction

and demanding money with menaces.

What?

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.

But that's...

You can't...

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Are you with me, Ashley?
Have you taken that in?

I haven't...

I didn't... This isn't me.

Why would he do something like that?
We've got caravans!

We've got a games room that caters
for people in wheelchairs!

- Ryan, your grandads here.
- Hiya, Ryan.

- And your stepgran, Ros.
- Hello!

You're going to be going
home with them today,

because your granny's
had to go into hospital.

And your Auntie Clare's with her, so...

Okay-

Do you want to have another go
at football in our back garden?

See if you can teach me a few new moves?

Why's she in hospital?

- She's had a bit of an accident at work.
- Yeah.

Is she all right?

She's going to be absolutely fine, love.

The two wanted men
have been named

as Tommy Lee Royce and Lewis Whippey.

Abduh Rehman reports from West Yorkshire.

This morning, two arrests were made and
two more men are wanted for questioning.

28-year-old Tommy Lee Royce and
22-year-old Lewis Whippey,

both with previous convictions for
car theft and drug offences.

A manhunt was launched this morning
involving over 200 officers

from the Yorkshire Police.

A spokesman warned both men may be
armed and dangerous

and should not be approached.

I'm not armed. I'm not dangerous!

Oi, you, speccy four-eyes!

...as well as
all ports and airports.

However, we have reason to believe

that the two men have not
left the locality.

They're gonna do house-to-house,
door-to-door, then what?

I'll think of something.

To Tommy Lee Royce and Lewis Whippey,
I would like to say

there is no safe haven,
you will not escape justice.

Twat.

Could you eat something?

No. I don't know. Should I?

You need to take the Subutex.

Yeah, yeah.

What were they asking you?

I don't want to go through all that again.

Oh, that's fine.

I want to go and see Clare's sister.

She's going to let us know
when you can visit.

I'll... I'll go and put the kettle on.

Catherine?

Catherine?

- Hello.
- Daniel's here.

We've been here all day.

All day?

Why, what time is it?

Knocking on for midnight.

You've been asleep,
you've had an anaesthetic.

Why?

The doctors are going to come and
explain everything to you.

- Have I died?
- No!

You just need to take things steady
for a few days, that's all.

Do you remember what happened?

You got Ann Gallagher out alive.
You saved her life.

- Is she all right?
- Yeah.

Physically, she's...

And, oh, my God,
do Helen and Nevison love you!

I've had a phone call.

He said, "if there's ever anything we
can do..."

I said, "Well, if you fancied
paying off the mortgage..."

They said you were losing blood.
Internally.

That was why they had to take you
into the operating theatre.

You were in there for five hours. More.

They've all been very kind.

Mum?

How're you feeling?

Hello, love.

How're you feeling?

What do I look like?

You're bruised.

Mum, there's a detective
from H-MIT outside.

He wants to talk to you
about what happened.

Oh...

You all right?

I got him, though, eh? I got the bastard.

The big news is we are this close to
proving the people that abducted

Ann Gallagher were the same people
who murdered Kirsten McAskill.

God almighty.

You were right about Milton Avenue.

We picked Ashley Cowgill up
around lunchtime.

Ann's told us she was held
in a caravan for two nights

after they removed her from Milton Avenue.

She was in Milton Avenue.

I fast-tracked the swabs you authorised.

We found DNA from Ann,
Tommy Lee Royce, and the blood

is from a lad called Lewis Whippey.

Lewis Whippey-

I collared him for nicking a motor
when he were 15.

Ann Gallagher's identified
them both in the VIPER suite

as the men who abducted her.

Back to Cowgill.
He's the registered owner of a white van.

The same make, model and year that'd
been at the scene where Kirsten died.

He's denying everything, of course.

Doesn't know Tommy or Lewis from Adam.

But we've got Telecoms analysing
his phone. It's just a matter of time.

There is some less good news,
however, I'm afraid.

Tommy Lee Royce is still on his toes,
and so is Lewis Whippey.

No... No...

What do you mean? He...

I sprayed him, I blinded him!

He were in the cellar,
he was helpless, he were...

PolSA's pulled that house apart.
Believe me. They've been in there all day.

He must've managed to slip
out before the first emergency

vehicles pulled up.

- No.
- We will get him, Catherine.

He can't have got far.

I won't become addicted. I refuse.

Good.

I wanted...

To ask you to do something for me.

What?

I don't want my mum to know.

I want her to die not knowing.

Not knowing...

He raped you.

I don't want her to know. Ever.

Ever. Ever. And I can't tell my dad that.

I tried to, last night,
but I couldn't. I...

I wanted to, but...
I don't want him picturing...

I don't want to see him picturing...

But he will need to know. Eventually.
When it goes to court.

And it will go to court.

I will see those people in court.

My mother...

I think they think it's unlikely
she'll live that long.

And they said it could be eight
months before it gets to court,

and if she never needs to know, that's...

That's how I'd like it.

My dad... He will need to know before.
And...

You want me to tell him.

Okay-

- Really?
- Yeah.

When I get out of here.

Can you wait that long?

They took swabs, the police doctors did,

before they let me see
my mum and dad, so...

They've got everything they needed.

And they will get him.

Yeah.

I hope so.

Hi, Mike!

Clare. How are you?

Not so bad.

Is Catherine not up?

Yeah, she should be.

I took her up a cup of tea before I left.

And she's under strict instructions
not to wallow in bed all day.

Come on in.

I won't stop long.

I'll stick the kettle on.

Oh, you're up!

Catherine! I was knocking on the door.

You've not started smoking again?

No, it's me. She just has th'odd one.

How're you feeling?

I'm all right.

I was just popping in to say... You...

You've probably seen what's on the
front of a couple of the tabloids.

I've spoken to the District Commander.
He wanted me to assure you

that there's no intelligence whatsoever to
suggest that he's got out of the country.

Yeah, but if the twisted bastard'd
done it successfully,

there wouldn't be, would there?

You think the press'd know
that and we wouldn't?

It wouldn't be the first time.

- We will get him.
- Yeah.

Do you know how many tossers
in uniform have said that

to her over the last three weeks?

Did you make an appointment
with the psychologist?

She told her to put all her troubles
in little envelopes.

And to put the little envelopes
into a little box.

And to put it in the attic till she
felt strong enough to open it up again.

She meant well.

Kevin Weatherill's having
a bad time on remand.

His cell-mate took a shine to him.

You know what it's like inside wi'
some of these Neanderthals.

Every hole's a goal.

He's been hospitalised
with his injuries, apparently.

- Jesus.
- Sorry.

But the other thing is that
Ashley Cowgill's up for

Judge in Chambers bail this week,
and the rumour is he's going to get it.

How come?

- Has he done a deal?
- That's...

Yeah. More than likely
what's happened here.

What's that mean?

Means he has information
that could be useful.

To the NCA, I'd imagine.

In return for a reduced sentence,
probably. And bail.

Does that really happen?

Well, we're speculating. But, yes.
It really happens.

There is some good news.

You wouldn't normally
be told this in advance.

Normally the first you'd hear is
when you got a Royal Warrant

from t'Palace, but the District
Commander asked me to let you know.

He thought it might give you a boost.

He's put your name forward for the
Queen's Police Medal for bravery.

That's big, Catherine.

There's only two other serving officers in
the whole of West Yorkshire who've got it.

You'll have to go and shake hands
and curtsey.

Right.

I think he's holed up, Tommy Lee Royce,
right under our noses.

I think, when we find him,
he'll have been holed up

in t'same spot all along.
It's only a matter of time.

I'll see myself out. Ta-ta.

Will you pick Ryan up at tea time?

He was asking again this morning,

"When's Granny going to
start picking me up again?"

He just wants everything
to get back to normal.

I don't think I'd be able
to do it again. On the bus.

I think in future if I can't get a lift,
I'll just have to stay home.

Okay-

We've had more nonsense
through the letter box.

A dead bird crawling with maggots.

As well as the other filth.
I haven't been back.

My dad went round to pick up
a few more bits and pieces.

So I think I'm just going to stay
there now. At their house.

With the girls. I think that's best.

Could your dad not drive you over here?

He won't, Kevin.
He doesn't want me to come.

That's...

You've got to make it clear to him
it wasn't my fault. Any of it.

- What do you mean?
- Think about it.

If I hadn't seen that
block of cannabis, whatever,

drop out of that sandbag,
then none of it would...

It would never have occurred to me.
Would it?

And if Nevison had done
the decent thing in the first place,

when I asked him for a raise,
then none of it, again,

none of it would've happened.

I made a mistake. Maybe, I flipped,
God knows, but...

- And then you...
- Me?

Come on. You encouraged me.

- I...
- Maybe not to start with.

But you did. You did.

"Let's split it up into smaller amounts,

"just a few hundred pounds each,
in different bank accounts."

I was just trying to make some sense
of the mess that you'd made.

Don't you blame me.
Don't you dare blame me.

You've just got to explain
to people that it wasn't entirely...

These things don't happen in isolation.

That's the point.
Surely, any of us, any one of us,

could find ourselves in a situation
not entirely of our own...

And, and...

I shouldn't have to explain this.

You know what I'm saying.

It's been
almost four weeks, Superintendent,

and these men are still out there.

A number of newspapers ran a
front-page story this morning,

suggesting Tommy Lee Royce
had been seen in Spain.

What can you say to assure the
people of West Yorkshire and beyond

that these violent criminals
will be brought to justice?

They're doing this block.
Right now, knocking on doors.

Shit. Shit.

We knew this would happen.
Just calm right down.

They're on the first couple
of floors, the cocky bastards,

and there's a fair good few of them.

- I, I need a piss.
- So, go, then.

It'll take them a while to get here.

- Won't it?
- Probably. I dunno.

Why have you got so much shopping?

Well, 'cause, didn't you ask me?

No. When the idiots are in here
asking stupid little questions.

Why have you got so much shopping?

Oh.

It's for me mum. She can't get out
and about so much these days,

what with her legs.

- Good lad.
- Yeah.

You know what to do.

Afternoon. Is it all right if we
step inside for a few minutes?

We're doing a house-to-house in the area,

and I'd just like to ask you
one or two questions.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
of course you can. Come in.

Is it all right if my colleague
has a little look round,

whilst we're just having a chat?

Yep. No problem.

Who lives in the property,
besides yourself?

No one.

How long have you lived here?

Probably, like, 18 months?

And the tenancy's
registered in your name?

Yeah.

Do you know your neighbours?
On either side.

Yeah.

- Who lives on this side?
- Oh, they're weird.

Mucky as hell, and it stinks.

I mean, I know I could
use a bit of a tidy up,

but at least I can flush my toilet.

Have you not been in there, then?

They're not answering their door
at the minute.

What's the point of a house-to-house

if half of them don't answer their doors?

We'll just have to keep
coming back till they do.

You'd think they didn't want
to help you, wouldn't you?

No, they're just not all in when we
call, but like I say, we'll be back.

So, who lives there, next door?
How many of them?

It wouldn't have happened
if she hadn't called me a loser.

Granny? She goes, "You're a loser, Ryan."

I told Mrs Mukherjee, but she
wouldn't take any notice, so...

So? So you're admitting now
that it was you

that ripped up this kid's painting?

- It wasn't reet good.
- Did you rip up the painting?

- I might of.
- I might have. Not of.

You couldn't "of" done any
thing, "of" isn't a verb.

And don't blame other people
for decisions that you make.

You made the decision
to rip up the painting.

Whatever the hell else happened,
whatever she called you,

you made that decision.

When? When? When can I ever
pick you up from that bloody place

without the constant threat
of being hauled in

and made to feel this big
and like a rubbish parent?

Because I am not a rubbish parent.
You are lucky to have me.

And you better start showing
me some respect by behaving properly or...

Or there'll be consequences
and you won't like them.

What consequences?

What consequences?

Granny.

- Where is he?
- No idea.

- What, what's up?
- Oh, the usual.

Behaving like an idiot and then lying.

- I hate you.
- Yes, I know.

I'm under no illusions,
you keep telling me.

Bitch. You're an old bitch.
You're an ugly old bitch.

You better do something with him,
'cause I'll just kill him.

- I think you both need to calm down.
- I don't even want to live here.

- What's happened?
- Good. Move out.

See if anyone else is
daft enough to have you.

Please, feel free, 'cause you've ruined me
and your Auntie Clare's life long enough.

- I'm ringing ChildLine.
- Yeah, they'll be interested.

- I'm reporting you.
- Do you want the number?

Cow bitch wanker.

Wanker. That's new.

Perhaps it was a bit soon for you
to go picking him up.

Looks like it.

- You can't talk to him like that.
- I've had enough.

I had enough years ago.
I mean, it's not normal, is it?

I don't know.
I don't know what's happened.

I've done everything, we both have,
and look at him.

- Why did I do it?
- Shut up, Catherine.

Richard, my marriage, everything
and for what?

- A psychopath.
- Stop it.

Well, there you go.

He's trashing his bedroom,
wrecking our house.

My house.

- What are you doing?
- I'm trashing my bedroom.

- You're not trashing your bedroom.
- I hate her.

No, you don't.

I thought they'd bloody moved in.
I thought they'd never leave.

- Why did you sit on me?
- I thought it'd look convincing.

You knob. I couldn't breathe.
You've dislocated my shoulder.

- I'm frigging freezing.
- I've gotta get Tommy out.

- Leave him.
- Huh?

- Leave him a bit longer.
- Don't be stupid.

Brett, Brett, Brett.
Listen to me. Listen.

I did not kill that policewoman
and I did not rape Ann Gallagher.

I did not beat up that other one.
I am not going down for those things.

Let's go, let's get the police now,
let's tell them.

- Grass him up?
-It's not about grassing him up.

It's about me and you getting
in deep shit,

because we're hiding him
and we don't need to be.

- He's a nutter.
- Not happening.

You're not even his friend.
You're my friend.

Not happening.

Why? Why?

They've gone, big fella.

She does love you.

She loves you more than you could
ever begin to imagine.

What you've got to try
and get your head around...

And you're only eight,
and it's difficult, and that's fine.

What you've got to
understand is that Granny's...

She's still poorly,
and she's going to get better,

she's going to be absolutely fine.

But sometimes, you can be poorly
in your head as well as in your body.

Do you mean, like, mental?

No, Ryan. She's not mental.

She's depressed.

And that sometimes means
that someone isn't quite their self,

and I think we just have
to be kind to her,

like she's kind to you, normally,

when you're angry and upset.

And that's what's going
to help her get better.

- Am I adopted?
- Well, no, not...

I mean, she's your real granny
and I'm your real auntie.

What do you mean?

Who was that man who said he was my dad?

No one.

No one.

He's not your dad. Your dad's dead.

How about tidying this room? Hmm?

Do you want some tea?

I've broken the kettle.

Well, I can boil some water in a pan,

and then, tomorrow, you can go out
and buy us a new one.

It'll give you something to do.

Is he all right?

Are you?

- Open it.
-ls the incorrect response.

- I'm not in the mood, Julie.
- Join the club, pal.

All right. Thanks for picking me up.
I'm sorry I've...

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

How are the boys?

You smell like a lag.

- Let's go home.
- Have you done a deal?

Can we just get home?

I want to know
if you've sold us down the river.

I'll explain it all to you
when we get home.

Thank you for helping Clare
with Ryan when I was in hospital.

- He's all right.
- I can't stand him.

- What are you talking about?
- Ryan. I can't stand looking at him.

- Why are you saying that?
- No, I understand it. I get what it was.

I get why you couldn't live
in the same house. I get it. I get it.

- Believe me, I get it.
- You can't say that, Catherine.

- Do you want him?
- No.

I mean, I would, but you...
You don't mean this.

The times I've had to sit and listen

to the stupid, mindless, idiotic
things he's done at that school.

Daniel was never like that.
Becky was never like that.

Where's it come from?

It's not rocket science, is it?

Tommy Lee Royce, right.

I don't even think he's a psychopath.

I think he is this little twisted
thing who grew up unloved.

More than unloved, despised probably.

Treated like dirt on a daily
basis in squalor and chaos.

Ryan is loved.

Cared for.

There's a massive, massive difference.

And yeah, part of him will always
inevitably be Tommy Lee bloody Royce,

but part of him will always be Becky,

and a bigger part of him
will be you and Clare.

Because you're the people who've
had the most influence on him.

And I understand it's tough
from time to time,

but kids are a nightmare.

They all have their moments.
You know this.

Blimey. Becky, she used to
drive us up the flaming... -Don't.

It's kind of interesting
to hear you defending him.

Daniel rang me last night.

Clare had rung him.
She was worried about you.

That's... That's why I asked you out.

What are you doing
for your birthday next week?

Same as I do every year. Nothing.

That's not true. We used to do... We...

- Why am I even here?
- Sorry?

For the last eight years,
I have not celebrated my birthday.

Course, you wouldn't know that,
because you divorced me.

Ever since Becky died, do you know how...

You must, she was your daughter too,
but maybe it's different for men,

I've got no idea, but do you
know how perverse it is

that people think you want
to celebrate your own existence

when you've got a child who's dead?

No offence, but I carried her
for nine months in here.

Her flesh was my flesh
and she's dead.

Part of me is dead.

Physically dead.

I thought I'd come to terms with it,
and I haven't, I never will,

and why the hell Clare's got this
obsession with celebrating my birthday,

I do not know.

Catherine, it's not an obsession.

- She's just trying to focus on it to...
- Cheer me up?

People are trying to help you,
because they love you,

and at the moment, it feels
like they're hitting a brick wall.

There you go.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

- I have to go.
- We've just got food.

I don't want you to ring me up any more.

We should never have got back
into bed together, it was stupid.

You don't have to do that. Catherine...

Catherine.

Hello?

Catherine? It's Phil Crabtree.

Oh, uh... Hello.

- How are you?
- Fine. I'm fine.

I wondered if you wanted to be brought up
to speed with where we're at.

I think you might find it interesting.

That's 25 kilos of cocaine
coming into the UK

up to four times a week.

And how do you know all this isn't
tales of the Arabian Nights?

We're confident he hasn't made
the whole thing up.

- So, if it is true, that's...
- Catherine. It's huge.

You've facilitated a link
to a team of drug dealers

with a distribution network
in the UK worth millions.

Ultimately, some serious players are
gonna have their assets frozen.

And they're going to want to know
who's opened their mouth.

Ashley Cowgill may have bought
himself a reduced sentence,

but him and his family will be on
the witness protection programme forever.

He'll be looking over his shoulder
for the rest of his life.

- I don't believe what you're telling me.
- We'll be fine.

What about the salon?

There'll be other salons.

What about my mum and dad?

My family? Everything!

God, you really have sold us
down the river.

Sorry I've been an arse.

You're not an arse.

Where have you been? Richard rang.

Oh.

That was a mistake, I should
never have got back into all that.

- You all right?
- Yep.

Sure?

Yeah, I were thinking...

Maybe I should, maybe we should...

For my birthday, do...

Nothing big, but...

Okay-

Okay, yeah. What about Helen
and Nevison and Ann?

Yeah. If... Yeah.

When are you going to tell Nevison
about Ann?

Well, when, when I...
I'll do it tomorrow. Where's Ryan?

What's this?

Zombies.

Nice.

Are you warm enough?

You see? This is why I spend half
my time round at our Marie's.

It's just to keep warm.

Although,

with all this cash you've got,

Tommy?

If you wanted me to get it switched
on again, the heating...

- What's happened?
- He come at me with a knife.

- When?
- Last night.

Shit. Shit.

The ungrateful bastard.

They'd have caught him by now,

they'd have had him
if it hadn't been for me.

- Shit.
- I need some pills.

- What pills?
- Painkiller pills.

Tommy. You're going to die, man.
You need to get to hospital.

- Shit.
- What am I going to do?

I need some bandages or...

No, okay, but...

I think, Tommy, it's the end
of the road, mate.

- Buddy, you gotta hand yourself in.
- We could've got away with this.

All we had to do was bide our time.
The dopey twats were clueless.

- You've done really well, Tommy.
- I'm not going to a hospital, I'm not...

I'm not handing myself in.

- But you...
- It, it, it's over.

It's over, I know, but,
no way am I handing myself in.

Do you want a beer?

I could've been someone, me.
I could've done stuff.

- You still can, Tommy.
- Ashley Cowgill.

He's nothing compared
to what I could've done.

I had ideas, I had plans.
I could've rocked the world.

Why don't you just let me go
and ring for an ambulance?

No, no, no. I just want you to go and
get me some pain killers, that's all.

Why?

I've got a kid.

Did you know that? A boy.

He don't know me. He...

He lives in Hebden Bridge
with that bitch that gassed me.

She's his granny. How mad is that?

What, what kind of life is that for a lad?

Living with an old woman and no dad.

It, it's not...

It's not... Shit.

Shit.

It's no life, not for a lad.

- What do you want me to do about him?
- Who?

Him.

Do you want me to give him
a good kicking before he wakes up?

No, you, you don't need
to give him a good kicking.

He isn't...

You didn't really think he was asleep?

You... You've slit his...

Oh, Jesus.

Hey.

You're not going to go
weird on me, Brett, are you?

Come on, you're not...
You're not chicken shit like him, are you?

Shut your mouth.

Shut your mouth.

Come on, don't want
to be late for school.

- Sorry I've not been much fun lately.
-It's all right.

Morning.

Morning.

I miss your mum sometimes, that's all.

Why are you crying?

It just happens when you get to my age.

It'll be reet.