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I'll wait in the car.

Yeah.

Catherine!

Hello. Sorry, are you busy?

- No. - I can wait.

No! No, I'm never too busy.

Fellas, can we do this later?

How are you?

Oh, I'm...

We were wanting to come and see you in the hospital, but...

Weren't worth looking at.

- Do you want to? - Sure.

Would you like some tea, or...

Uh... Tea, yeah. Thank you.

So,

you got my message?

Sorry, which?

I spoke to Clare.

I wanted you to know, if ever there is anything I can do for you...

Ever. Anything.

She suggested paying off your mortgage. How much do you owe?

You're not paying my mortgage off. Don't be silly.

You can't begin to understand how much pleasure it would give me and Helen

to be able to do something like that.

- Oh, she was joking. - I don't think she was.

I was doing my job. I don't think it'd be, you know...

- What? - Ethical, appropriate.

Not that I'm not grateful, but...

I'd like to do something.

Sure, but that isn't why I'm here.

Ann came to see me, in hospital.

Ann did? I thought...

No, she got in. I wasn't

seeing people, but, um, she got in.

I didn't mind, I was pleased to see her.

But then she told me something.

Something that was difficult.

Something that she wanted.

But she couldn't face telling you herself,

so she asked me to.

So, um...

She was raped.

One of them, Tommy Lee Royce,

he raped her.

When it goes to trial, and it will, we will get him.

When it goes to trial, you'll need to know that,

because you don't want to be hearing it for the first time in court.

So...

She doesn't want her mum to know because...

Helen might never need to know. Might she?

No.

But you do need to know.

So she asked me to tell you that, because she couldn't.

She's tough, she's clever, she's dealing with it.

But the hardest part for her now was not knowing how to tell you.

Cheers.

Where are they?

Who?

I thought they had you "under observation" at all times?

I don't know, they'll be somewhere.

What you doing?

Get off me, bastard! You bastard!

- Nothing to do with me! - Stop it!

You wanted to see me?

Put your seat belt on.

Where're you living?

Is that my son?

That's my lad.

Nothing to do with you.

You know me and your Becky had a thing going on?

You twisted little bastard!

I know what you did to her because she told me.

Hey! You're my son. I'm your dad.

You're my son, Ryan!

Ryan!

I knew your mum!

"'l knew something wonderful was going to happen,'

"said Bobbie, 'but I didn't think it was going to be this.

"'Oh, my daddy, my daddy!'

"'Then didn't Mother get my letter?' Father asked.

"'There weren't any letters this morning.'

"'Oh, Daddy! It is really you, isn't it?'

"The clasp of a hand she had not forgotten assured her that it was."

"'They've caught the man who did it.

“Everyone knows now that it wasn't your daddy.'

"'l always knew it wasn't,' said Bobbie."

Hiya.

How's things?

Not so bad. Better than they were.

Is she all right?

Well, we're getting there.

Slowly, I think.

It'll help when they've tracked down Tommy bloody Lee Royce.

That's why I want to talk to you, actually.

Uh, just a cup of tea. Thank you.

Yeah, it's her birthday next week.

You know what she's like, but I've persuaded her,

given that...

You see, it's the Gallaghers,

they're just so desperate to say thank you.

So, just us, just family, and Ann, Helen and Nevison.

Great.

Blimey, Nevison Gallagher!

So...

Okay, this is the thing,

should I invite your dad and Ros?

Um, yeah, why not? If Mum's good with that.

Yeah.

Okay, thing is...

I will do... I can do, obviously.

- Only. .. - What?

She's been seeing him again, your dad.

Seeing? As in

-sex? - Yeah.

So it... It's just a bit...

I hate arranging parties.

I just thought she could do with a tonic.

I mean, God, you know, she nearly died

and she saved someone's life.

So, thing is, I can't invite him and not Ros.

Invite who you like.

I was asking for an opinion.

Clearly I'm not party to the ins and outs.

No, I know, but...

No, you can't invite my dad and not Ros.

But why invite either of them if...

Well, they were very good with Ryan when Catherine were in hospital.

Ryan?

Yeah.

Why's my dad seeing her again? Is he stupid?

It was before all this.

It was after he found out he was losing his job

at The Gazette.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've put my bloody foot in it, haven't I?

Go! DC 9224, urgent assistance required.

We've got a shooting on the A629.

Ambulance requested, helicopter requested.

- Shit! - There's two suspects on a motorbike

heading along the A629 Halifax Road towards Huddersfield.

- We've got to go to Nisa. - Why?

Just a few bits and pieces for tonight

that Clare's gone and forgotten.

- Can I have some sweets? - You been good?

Yeah.

- All day? - Yes.

Can I stay up late?

For a bit, if you behave.

Is my grandad coming?

- Yes. -ls Ros coming?

- Yeah. - I like Ros.

- When was this? - Last week. She came to see me.

Yes, but when did you stop his salary?

As soon as they arrested him.

Is that legal?

But surely she's right?

We don't know how culpable he was. Or wasn't.

Well, if she wants it, she can take legal action.

She uses a wheelchair.

None of it was her doing, was it?

- Her or the children. - No.

But, as I explained to her,

actions, his actions, have consequences.

That'll be them.

In the mouth? Shot in the mouth?

I didn't see the

body myself.

I mean, we attended, but by that time,

you know, it's all cordoned off so we don't go nowhere near.

But that wasn't on the news, the mouth thing.

So, who did it?

Colonel Mustard and Professor Plum.

- On a Honda! - With the lead pipe!

If they knew who did it,

then they would've arrested them, wouldn't they? Duh!

He's in here.

Um, Helen, Ann and Nevison are here.

- Hi. - Evening. Evening.

Catherine's just through there, if you wanted to...

This is my wife.

Hi.

Hello.

How are you all?

Alive.

Hello, Catherine.

Hundreds of millions of pounds spent on my education,

and here I am, unnecessary and unemployed.

I graduated from the Royal Northern last year with a 2:1,

which qualifies me for nothing.

Unless I want to teach, which, frankly,

I'd rather stick hot pins in my eyes

and get gang-raped-

I speak from experience.

Well, not gang rape, but...

You know.

How're you coping?

I'm coping.

I have to, for my mother's sake.

Which is good.

What happened says more about him than it'll ever say about me.

It's a good attitude.

Women so often blame themselves.

God knows why, but they do. It's ridiculous.

In almost every circumstance.

You're very rare.

I just want them to catch him.

We Will.

Are you all right, lad?

I'm assuming Ros doesn't know you've been at it again with me mother.

What makes you...

Where've you got that from?

So you're all happy little families with Ryan now, are you?

We've been helping out,

-while your mum's been poorly. - Liar.

I thought you got it, but... Jesus.

- Got what? - The damage.

The damage done when she decided to take on that thing.

Daniel, you've had a lot to drink.

You're talking louder than you might realise.

You're as warped as she is.

I'm lost. You've lost me.

I don't know what's going on. Can you start at the beginning?

- What's the matter? - Have you forgotten?

That thing she said to me?

No. No, I haven't forgotten, Daniel, but...

Oh, hello. Here he is, the thing that shouldn't exist.

Eh?

Why don't you and me go and get some fresh air?

Don't. Hey, you can sod off!

- Shit! - Now look what you've done.

You know, I couldn't believe it when she told me,

when Clare told me.

I thought of all the people who understood, you did.

And then you just get back into bed with her.

- What's going on? - He's got glass everywhere.

- What's the matter? - What's going on?

Daniel's...

He's had a bit to drink. Why don't you take Ryan upstairs, Catherine?

- Why, what's up, Daniel? - Yeah, go on, sod off to bed,

you little twat!

And you can piss off and all, you old bitch.

Do you want to take Ryan upstairs and I'll, uh, deal with this?

Oh, you'll "deal with this"?

- Come on, lovey. - Do you think?

Do you want to calm down?

You know, I wasn't even talking to you. I stopped talking to you years ago.

Yes, I know, but you've smashed a bottle...

- Oh, you know? - You've had a bit to drink...

- You know sod all! - I don't want you hurting yourself

-or anyone else. - Don't talk to me like some numpty

that you've just picked up off the street

- for being off their head in a gutter! - Daniel!

Sorry about this, we're just having a bit of a domestic.

What's going on?

You can shut yourself in there with that lot, you can.

It's not even you I'm interested in, I wrote you off years ago.

- It's him I'm disappointed about. - Mmm, why?

You're going to start believing all this

Holy Saint Becky of Assisi shit yourself next, Dad. Same as her.

He's upset because we've had Ryan round at our house.

It's not about him.

It's about you.

I thought you got it. All of it!

Becky was a loser.

She ran rings round you!

She hung around with wasters and pill-heads and bloody idiots

and she was asking for it!

You shouldn't say that in front of your mother, you know she doesn't like it.

Yeah? We wouldn't want her to stop believing her own shit, would we?

She was asking for it, Mother!

She liked him. She told me.

She were that stupid.

What's going on?

All my...

What's going on is all my life, I behave.

I do well in school, well enough.

I keep my head down, never give you a minute's bother, either of you.

And what thanks do I get?

I get, "Why didn't you die, Daniel?

"Why wasn't it you?"

- If I ever said that, I... -"if"?

There's no "if." He knows. He were there.

Or perhaps you want to rewrite that bit as well, now, Dad? Eh?

If I ever said that, I've already apologised.

And no one believes all this bereavement crap.

Nobody that matters. We know, we were there.

We know it's not sorrow.

It's guilt. And you couldn't stop her.

Becky was off the rails, she were driving you up the wall,

and there was nothing you could do.

So stop trying to convince yourself and everyone else

that she was something she wasn't.

She was a stupid, selfish little bitch!

Do you think she gave a toss about you?

Have some respect for those of us who were there,

and who knew the truth.

Right.

We're leaving.

I've had it with these two.

Both as mental as each other.

I'm really sorry. But, you know,

that wasn't a great thing to say to someone.

She'd just died, I was off me head,

I don't even remember saying it.

- Bye. - Bye.

- You all right? - Our Daniel...

How the hell could he know about me and Richard?

Okay-

The thing is...

It might have been me.

It was me.

What do you mean?

Okay, because I didn't know whether you'd want me to invite Ros

and Richard.

- And we were chatting, and... - But you know our Daniel can't stand me.

No, Catherine, that's not true.

It's a miracle he didn't yell it out in front of Ros!

About me and Richard! Bloody hell, Clare!

Catherine, when you were in the operating theatre all them hours,

-he was really, really upset. - And so what if I did say that?

- It's true. - Don't say that!

- Oh, he was always so jealous of her. - Who?

Becky!

You shouldn't say things like that!

Oh, what do you know?

Well, to be fair, he might have been jealous

of the fact that she always hogged the limelight.

- Especially where you were concerned. - I don't know why

I ever listen to a single word you say!

I said I didn't want a sodding party!

Fine, all right. I'm sorry.

I just wanted to do something for you, I just...

I'm going to bed.

You know, you really ought to start thinking about

finding your own place to live.

- Morning. - Morning.

Ryan's been asking if he can start coming home by himself.

Not by myself!

With Cesco, on us bikes.

You'll have to remember to wear your helmet

-and not just leave it somewhere. - But I'll look like a geek!

And a fluorescent jacket.

And you use the same route we always use home.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

Tsk.

Going to go up and brush your teeth, love?

You look very smart.

Yeah, well, I've got a return-to-work interview

and the District Commander's popping in to see me, so...

How are you?

Very well, sir, thank you.

Good! Sit down.

Why haven't you caught Tommy Lee Royce and that other little scrote?

We're doing everything we can, Catherine. You know that.

Is Lynn Dewhurst being followed?

- Who? - Tommy Lee Royce's mother.

Well, yes, as far as I understand, everything is being done.

I will ask about that.

I'll look into it personally.

Has anyone tried to identify who his father is?

- He could be holed up with him. - Yes, That's... I'm sure...

Well, actually, no, sir,

I don't think anybody does know who his father is.

Have we interviewed his old cellmate from Wakefield,

in case he's talked about family and friends we're not aware of?

I will raise that, very happy to. I can't imagine it has...

Have any senior officers attended the PACT meeting

and specifically asked the community for help?

Yes, that's definitely happened. I've done that myself.

Have we collected CCTV from all the Chinese takeaways in the valley?

Sorry, Catherine, why would we do that?

Well, we know Tommy Lee Royce

liked the Chinese takeaway on Milton Avenue, so...

That's... That's too random, Catherine.

Is it?

I think it'd be good detective work myself, personally.

You're not writing that one down, sir?

I'll raise it.

Anyway.

Welcome back, Catherine.

Catherine, I think you should come and listen to this.

Morning.

I've been delivering post all this week to them big tower blocks on here,

and there's one flat on the fourth floor, flat number 20.

There's a smell when you open the letter box.

It's not good.

And there's all flies, like.

So, I'm wondering if there's a dead dog in there.

Jesus.

Talk to me, Twiggy.

Ryan. Hello.

Do you remember me?

I'm... I'm your dad.

- Do you remember? - Yeah.

You've probably heard loads of bad stuff about me.

But, uh... Not all of it's true.

Me granny said you were off your head on drugs.

I'm not off my head on drugs.

I am your dad, Ryan.

Only---...

Only she don't like me.

That's why she doesn't want me to have anything to do with you.

What's your name?

Uh...

You can call me Dad.

I mean your real name.

Okay. Well...

It's Tommy.

I've never had a dad.

I'm your dad.

I am your dad. I've been watching you for weeks.

When you leave school.

I wanted to say hello, but there were never a good time.

There's always someone with you.

Not today, there isn't.

How's things?

I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.

No, no. I'm not... I'm not a stranger, I'm your dad.

And the thing is...

Well, I just want you to know who I am.

So if people tell you bad stuff about me,

well, you'll know it ain't always true.

What bad stuff?

I... I just...

I made some mistakes, that's all.

I got into this thing. I didn't start it, but...

But I'm the one who's in the most bother.

- That happens to me. - Does it?

Today, Max Higgins pulls all the paper towels

out of the machine in the toilets,

and when Miss Mukherjee comes, he goes, "it was Ryan Cawood!"

And I'm the one who gets done.

Yeah, exactly.

Where you living?

Can we go for a ride?

We could. Only I'm a bit low on petrol at the minute.

How long have you lived here?

It's not mine. I just borrow it.

Can I have a cigarette?

- No. - Why?

- It's bad for you. - You do.

One drag.

Me granny says you shouldn't smoke, but she does.

I've seen her.

Tell me about your mum.

We go and see her sometimes up in Heptonstall.

How do you mean?

That's where she's buried.

- When did she die? - When I was born.

- How did she die? - I don't know.

But I've got me granny and me Auntie Clare, so...

Where were you?

Oh, uh...

I was away.

But nobody thought to tell me

that she'd died.

- I was thinking. - Yeah?

Maybe we should tell my granny

that you're not off your head on drugs and that you are my dad.

That's, um...

Thing is, you know I said I'm in trouble?

And it's not my fault, I didn't start it?

Yeah.

Well, she's a police officer, isn't she?

And, if they know where I am, they'll come and get me

and put me in prison.

Why?

Well, I told you I done stuff.

- So you can't tell her anything. - But if it wasn't your fault...

They'd never believe me.

So promise me you won't say owt, even to her.

Especially to her.

I do promise.

If you did get some petrol, could we go for a ride?

Uh...

That's...

Just you and me?

Yeah, we'll see. Maybe.

Now, you better be getting on,

before they start wondering where you are.

Can I come again tomorrow?

Will you bring me some milk?

See ya.

- You look after yourself. - Yeah.

And you mustn't say anything to anyone.

This morning, just before half past nine,

we found two bodies in a flat in Sowerby Bridge.

One of them was Lewis Whippey.

The other was a lad called Brett McKendrick.

The pathologist thinks they'd been there between three and four weeks.

There was a lot of blood, not surprisingly, in the kitchen,

which the senior investigating officer from the murder team

fast-tracked down the lab,

and it turns out this blood isn't Lewis Whippey's

or Brett McKendrick's. It's, um...

It's Tommy Lee Royce's.

So...

That's where they were hiding.

The flat was covered in the house-to-house, but...

- He can't have got far. -It's unlikely.

And he must have sustained a serious injury.

We're talking between two and three pints of blood, so...

Injury, septicaemia.

Could he be dead?

Yeah, it's a possibility.

One of the two bodies found today in a flat in West Yorkshire

has been confirmed as that of Lewis Whippey,

one of the men wanted in connection with the murder two months ago

of PC Kirsten McAskill.

It's also now known that Tommy Lee Royce,

also wanted in connection with the murder of the 24-year-old police officer,

had been at the same flat in Sowerby Bridge.

Detectives believe Tommy Lee Royce is still in the area

and have asked members of the public to be extra vigilant.

They've also reiterated that he may be armed, and is dangerous.

- Thank you for coming. - Oh, it's a pleasure.

Jenny said the reason you're illegally withholding my wages is

I have to understand that my actions have consequences

for people other than myself.

You think it's my fault your daughter was raped

and humiliated.

I asked you for a rise

so I could send one of my daughters to a better school.

Considering how comprehensively you ripped my father off,

I would've thought that wasn't too much to ask.

It would have never occurred to me

to suggest kidnapping your daughter to those animals

if you'd just said, "Yes"

when I asked.

So...

You're right, Nevison.

Your actions have had consequences for people other than yourself.

You bastard.

You can go now.

Dad! Dad! It's me.

Who's that?

Cesco. He's my friend.

He didn't believe me when I told him I had a dad.

Can we come in? I brought you some milk.

So how fast does it go?

- It don't. - Yet.

But it will.

We're going to get some petrol, aren't we, Dad?

- Can I see the steering wheel? - There isn't one.

Well, how do you steer it, then?

There's a pole. Can I show him?

No, not just now.

Why don't you light a fire?

It's not cold enough.

It's freezing!

You could come with us. Couldn't he, Dad?

You could've, but it's just going to be me and my dad.

Ain't it? When we get some petrol?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

They're going to eat me alive!

So what's the basic problem?

The basic problem is that he's distressing the toddlers.

Sounds to me like they're distressing him.

Jamie! Jamie, lad, listen to me.

There's no crocodiles in this country,

we don't have crocodiles here.

That's... It's... It's Australia. It's down under.

They're evil, dislocating their slimy bastard jaws

just so they can swallow you!

What's that film with that tick-tock, tick-tock crocodile...

Who?

Peter Pan.

Yeah, whatever.

I think he's been watching that and smoking skunk at the same time.

No! Don't you step in there! They'll have you!

Can you keep her with you, please, love?

Some of them are even thinking!

Shaf?

Shaf, is anyone's life actually in danger?

No. Tarzan might graze his knee if he falls off his swing...

Did Mr Badal do all those things he said he'd do?

All those things he wrote on that post-it note?

Well, yes, I imagine he would've done.

You imagine? Have you asked him?

Catherine, I can't check up on the District...

He didn't just toss it in the bin as soon as I left the room?

No, he didn't.

He put it in his pocket

and I had the distinct impression he was going to follow it all up.

Yeah, but you would say that, wouldn't you?

Because you all piss in the same pot as each other.

I'm sorry? It's like that nonsense with Marcus Gascoigne.

Shall we have this conversation in my office, Sergeant?

Have they checked if any of the hospitals

have reported any gunshot wounds or stab wounds?

- Catherine, get into my office. - Have they?

- What about Roger Elgood? - Who?

Roger Elgood. He was a GP, lives on Ripponden.

Got struck off eight months since for signing blank prescriptions.

Don't you know what goes on on your patch?

Why would Tommy Lee Royce know to go to Roger Elgood?

Why wouldn't he?

Catherine, I'm thinking. I'm wondering,

do you think you've come back to work too soon?

Yeah, probably. But what alternative have I got?

Who else is even looking for this bloke?

- Catherine, if this was anyone else... - I'm going home.

No! I need to talk to you in my office!

I'm fed up of working with trained monkeys.

You're not going to get away with that.

- I know you've not been well. - Piss off!

I'll have your stripes, lady, if you don't button it. Please go into my office!

You can have them.

You can shove them up your arse. There you go.

Pick them up.

You're in trouble, Catherine.

Yeah, whatever. Bye.

Have you not brought your little friend with you today?

No, he didn't want to come.

He didn't think you were very nice to him.

- Oh. - Neither did I.

Was I not?

What's up?

I thought I said not to tell anyone.

I thought you meant grown-ups.

No, I meant anyone.

Sorry.

It's all right.

Do you want to go through there? I've got something for you.

- What? -It's a surprise.

Go on! There's nothing to be frightened of.

You're not frightened of me, are you?

Hello?

It's me. Where the hell are you?

Why?

I rang the nick. Nobody would tell me where you were.

What's up?

I told our Ryan to be in by five, and he wasn't.

And when it got to 20 past, I rang to see if he was round at Cesco's,

and guess what Cesco's mum told me?

That Cesco had told her that our Ryan had been visiting his dad

on his boat down at the canal.

- Where are you? - How does...

- How does Cesco know that? - He went with him yesterday.

All right. All right, I'm coming. I'm...

Right, ring Cesco back

and ask him carefully... I ain't got their number on me.

Ask him carefully where exactly this boat is, what it's called,

what colour it is, anything, anything, anything that can identify it.

Shaf! Thank God.

I've rung the Inspector's office, but nobody's answering, as per...

Listen to me very carefully.

You know you're in, like, 37 different types of trouble?

Yeah, just listen. I think, I think

Tommy Lee Royce is on a narrow boat

down on the canal at Hebden Bridge.

I want you to inform Force Comms.

We need a helicopter up, we need firearms, we need OSU,

-we need a dog. - Catherine, are you sure?

Go and knock on the DCl's door! Now! Right now!

I know you're frightened of him, but now is not the time.

And tell him what's going on. I need people there and I need them fast.

And...

What?

I think he's got our Ryan with him.

I'm on it.

Sergeant Cawood, do you have a rendezvous point?

Not yet.

Are you available to keep obs on the boat?

I will be.

Please await arrival of reinforcements

before making any sort of approach.

Yeah, whatever.

I do have to go now.

Dad. Call me Dad again.

I do have to go now, Dad.

I liked it when you called me Dad yesterday.

But I were a bit surprised, I have to be honest with you,

when you turned up with your little buddy.

I only brought him because he didn't believe me.

I should have been home by now.

I did say not to tell anyone.

It'll be all right.

You think?

Yeah.

I think

you might have sold me down the river, Ryan, lad.

What does that mean?

I think

the time has come when I have to...

Yep.

..move on.

Not because I told him?

Yeah. Exactly because of that.

I won't tell no one else.

Do you want another?

I've not drank this one yet.

I found some petrol.

I thought what might be nice

is if I took you with me.

Like you wanted.

Because I... I really don't want to leave you here with your granny.

Why weren't you at work?

- Because I've resigned. - What you talking about?

I just said.

Where were you?

Nowhere.

- What's happened? - I've had enough, that's all.

We're going to wait. We're going to wait, aren't we?

If I am coming with you, I'd better tell my granny,

otherwise she'll be worrying about where I am.

No, I doubt it.

No, she will.

She doesn't love you, you know.

She thinks you're a frigging nuisance.

No, she doesn't.

There are a couple of things

I haven't told you, Ryan.

This journey we're going on, it's...

It might not be what you were expecting.

It's a different sort of kind of journey.

I don't want to go any more.

No...

I think...

I think it would be good to take you with me.

I think we're always going to be misfits, you and me.

And I don't want you to have to go through

all the shit I've been through.

And you will.

Help!

Granny!

Just"

- Just let him go. - Yeah, yeah, that's happening.

It's me you want, not him.

I couldn't give a toss about you.

In fact, I'll tell you what I would like,

is for you to live a long, long time in agony.

So I'll tell you what I'd like you to remember, bitch,

is that you've brought all this on yourself.

It's all your fault. All of it, everything.

Oh, and you didn't find me.

I found you.

Get out!

- What about you? - Get out! Now!

Guess what.

You're going to have to get someone to wipe your arse for you.

- Kill me! - Yeah?

Give me the lighter.

Why would I want to do that?

Kill me!

Kill me.

No.

Kill me!

Bitch! Bitch!

Fucking bitch!

Bitch! Fuckin'...

Sarge!

Catherine.

Inspector Taylor would like you to take another three weeks off work

and if he sees you inside Norland Road nick during that time,

he'll kick your arse down the stairs.

All right.

You got him.

Yep.

Thanks for ringing.

- Do you want some, um... - Sure.

Thanks for coming.

I'm sorry

that I spoiled your birthday.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry I, uh...

When your baby's born, you'll know.

You'll get it.

Losing a child, it's just, it's...

The only way you can cope with it, I suspect, is to go a little bit mad.

And it's never fair on other children,

your other children, to see a parent like that

and to have to put up with the things that are said.

And I'm sorry that happened to you.

I'm sorry I let it.

I know she wasn't perfect.

I do know that.

I wish I could show you how much I love you.

Mum...

I'm so proud of you.

What about you and Dad and Ros?

Oh, that's...

You see that...

Me and your dad probably would never have split up if...

But we did. So...

And Ryan, every day, I don't know, he'll do something,

he'll be in trouble, he'll drive me up the wall

and I don't know that I made the right decision,

but I genuinely don't know what else I could've done.

I know. I know.

- Had him put in care? - No.

Even though you all hated me for it.

Mum.

Nobody hates you.