Original subtitles

I came here to get fixed. And we both know I am not fixed.

Kate: The door, upstairs? — sorry.

Kate: Talk to me then. Please.

He shouldn't be in the job, Phil. Look at the state of him.

They grunt

you're supposed to be a police officer.

I can't remember the last time I did some good.

Casey!

You're workin' for Carl sweeney aren't you?

Chris: Why's he so angry with you?

Casey: Cos I robbed his cocaine.

Chris: Just give it him back.

I can't. — why not?

Casey: Cos it got robbed off me.

Chris, I'm dead!

You are dead, lad!

Tyres screech

I did a good thing.

For someone who normally doesn't matter.

Everyone matters.

They don't ma'am, not really.

Nah, I'm still here aren't I.

Do you want to buy some drugs?

Mullen: I know you're as fed up as I am.

I love my husband, ray.

Chris: I can't keep going home to them like this.

The job has ruined me.

Sirens blare

radio: Delta patrol, just in the town center

to keep an eye out for a male reported—...

Go on then.

Radio: Looking troubled and confused please

late 60s.

Anyone out there that can take a look

at a report of a sudden death please.

Anyone at all?

He laughs

Oh, oh no.

Oh. Wow...

Rachel: Phil! — Phil chuckles

stop!

Phil! — shit!

Get off! No!

Woman yells somebody help her!

Fuck! — they yell

they grunt

indistinct chati'er

Phone buzzes

Alright?

Carl: Three sugars please, love.

What are you doing in my house?

Sorry, lad.

I was on my way back from the gym

thought you might be here.

Get out of there, Carl.

Yeah, yeah, she's made up to see me.

Listen er, do you know that blue jacket I lent you?

How dare you come to my house?

How fucking dare you.

He thinks it's in the wardrobe upstairs?

Phil on radio: Delta patrol, char/on street

we need help! — or the spare room.

I didn't know he had it. — officer down.

Immediate ass/stance!

Last time I lend him anything, anyway.

Man on radio: Delta five four six

needs back up on char/on street

any other units available?

Listen, lad.

I can just walk into your house and turn your life to shit.

Get out now.

How long have you known me, eh?

I mean haven't I been a good mate to you?

Fuck. I will kill you.

Don't you threaten me, lad.

Cos I'm here and you're there

so shut up and listen for a bit.

Carl, mate!

Don't you "Carl mate" me, none of that shite.

That, that's over now. That's history.

I could destroy your bird.

She could walk into this room any second now

and I could ruin her

and there's not a thing you can do about it.

I can plant gear in your house.

I can torch your gaff.

I can even go upstairs and beat the shit out of your kid.

Phil on radio: Patrol, char/on street we need help!

And there's not a single thing you can do about it.

This is what happens when you let me down.

I need that gear, mate. So find Casey.

Sirens wail — right. She's gone.

Hmph. She hasn't.

I put her on the fucking train.

Well, if you did, then she fucking got off again.

Didn't she? — you what?

Lad, she was sitting on Gary the pimp's couch

at nine o'clock this morning trying to flog my gear.

Chris: Christ, she hasn't got your gear!

Somebody robbed it off her!

Chris, how can you be this thick, lad?

She's out there right now, trying to get rid of my powder

the lazy little rat.

And as long as that's going on

eve/ything you've got is in danger.

So find her, cos lad, I am not going anywhere.

Kate: I can't find your jacket, Carl.

Oh, he cut off.

I was gonna say, I was gonna say hello

and I think he must've had to go to work.

Not'ing? — no.

I don't know where it's gone then.

They grunt

spray! — ah, fucking hell, bitch!

Rachel screams — Rachel: Get off!

Rachel!

They grunt

stay down!

You alright?

Ah... fuck.

Who sprayed gas?

Next time? Aim it at him, not at him.

Cuff him.

Hey.

Come on.

Remember your training. Deep breath. Fine motor skills.

Ah, shit. I think he's broke my nose.

Chris: Four seven. Let's have a look.

He groans — yeah, he has.

Radio: Go ahead, Chris.

Eh, cancel anyone else making the assistance call, please.

Radio: Do you need an ambulance?

Negative. — he's out cold.

No. — radio: Well done, Chris.

One adult male.

Can you clear st helens, for assault police please?

Radio: Roger. One male detained.

Man groans

he'll live.

Gonna be ok? I've got shit to do.

We need a statement off you.

Nonsense. — you used force.

You kicked him in the face.

He was beating you up. — It's still force.

Is that what they teach you in training school?

Yeah. — yeah? Well, good luck with that.

Phone rings

Kate?

Tilly: Hi, dad.

What are you doing answering mum's phone?

Ti lly: It was ringing.

Right, is uncle Carl still there?

I think he's outside with mum.

Ok. Er, what are they doing? Are they shouting?

Siren wails

they're just talking. I can hear them out the window.

I'm really worried about him

and you're pretty much the only friend he's left.

Alright, Kate.

We don't do all that bollocks.

I've known that twat for 40 years

don't think he's ever talked about his feelings.

Unless it's about the footy.

Well, maybe if you asked each other once in a while?

He chuckles

yeah, if I can get him in a good mood.

You are a good friend.

Yeah. Alright, yeah, whatever. — engine starts

til/y? Til/y? — see ya.

Tilly: He's going now.

Sirens stop

why?

Are you ok? Anything the matter?

Are you doing ok, dad?

Yeah I'm do... I'm doing fine.

Tl lly: You sure?

Why are you asking me that?

I think you're sad.

No. Look, no, look, I'm just... I'm just tired.

Tilly: Nights?

Yeah, nights.

Tilly: Are you coming home, dad?

I can't, love. I've got to find someone who needs my help.

Hey. Do you wanna have breakfast with me in the morning?

That would be the best.

Ok, that's a deal then, me and you.

Tl lly: You still want mum?

No, not anymore.

Tilly: Don't forget about brekkie, dad.

No. I promise.

I'll try to be a good girl, so you're not sad.

You're perfect.

You, you couldn't look at him.

He was like a whip crack.

Like, one word...

Noise and something out the corner of his eye.

Come, bang! He'd be on you.

Lynne: But you're not him.

Mm. Yeah but I know he's in there.

He's in there.

Well, you love your family, because you told me yourself.

And you could never hurt them.

Hmm.

Yeah, there's...

Different kinds of hurt...

Lynne.

Rachel sobs

Come on. Come on.

You're...

Come on.

You're alright.

You're alright.

Chris: Casey?

You have fucked us both now, where are you?

Radio: Delta Romeo four seven, four seven delta?

Go ahead.

Radio: Sergeant Wilson requesting you

call into the custody suite to speak with him please?

Will do. Casey!

And two bags of monster munch.

No pickled onion!

Come on, girl. — what?

Omar!

Omar?

I'm working here, Marco!

Do you wanna' buy some cheese? — I'm not interested!

It's fresh, lad. Sound cheddar or something.

Just a tenner. — next.

Please lad, bloody hell a fiver, I'm skint here.

There is a queue here, babybel.

Fuck! — you're having a laugh.

What the fuck are you doing, lad?

Bloody. Fucking messing.

Horns honk

shit!

On your way, dickhead.

Nice one for that, lad. — fucking right.

Knobhead.

Dogs bark

fucking hell.

What are you doing here?

Casey: Let myself in.

Oh my god. You're twisted, you.

You know everyone's looking for you?

I need dough. — I'm wiped, girl.

A tenner...

I'm tryin' to flog run—over cheese.

Alright, yeah...

I get...

She mumbles

phone buzzes

Twatted, I am...

Fuckin' Yoda there.

I told her I was staying in tonight.

Had a film lined up and everything.

Pie dinner, few cans...

Does my head in this. Fuckin' bagheads, I hate them.

It won't take long, will it?

Too fuckin' right it won't.

Engine starts

I work on my own. — not tonight.

She hates me.

It isn't up to her. — I hate her.

It isn't up to you either.

Phil's knackered so he's going home

and she's going with you.

It'll do you good to have someone else in the car.

You work on your own too much.

Carl: Yeah?

Listen I've been to her alley, she's not there.

She's gone, Carl. — Carl: Yeah. We've got her.

Yeah, you're off the hook, mate.

You what? — forget her.

Mate, please be careful, she's not a bad kid

she's just fucked up—— — you wony about yourself

start taking your tablets will ya?

You know, sort your head out.

You what?

Carl: Get a grip.

Get, get pissed or something, have a holiday

cos your bird's head's wrecked with you being a miss/y.

T/y smiling, lad.

Fuck.

Phone rings

phone beeps — Marco, call me, it's urgent.

It's about Casey.

Rachel: I'll get it.

Right. Take all that out, stick it in the boot.

What? Why?

Because if we lock up and I'm struggling with a prisoner

I don't wanna have to wait for you

to move your shitting wardrobe

before I can shove him into the backseat.

She wants us to be a family.

I can't, I can't show 'em this, can I?

Please. I love 'em too much.

Here you are.

Ok?

Thanks.

Chris: For what?

For before. The fight.

Well, don't thank me, and don't gas me.

Look, in this job, sometimes you've got to do things

that aren't in the book.

Engine starts

Right

Ray? — Bernie. How are you, mate?

You got someone in?

You know I don't bother with that shite anymore, Bern.

No. — prisoner bangs on door and yells

happy customer.

You don't hear them after the first six hours.

It's not the one Chris Carson brought in, is it?

No.

That was him I saw out there just then, wasn't it?

Who's he working with? — Phil o'Rourke's sprog.

Sprog?

Two weeks on the streets, Rachel hargreaves.

Where's Phil? — bust his nose

so she's partnered with Carson for the rest of the week.

They're the only two parading on here.

God help her.

Haven't you had enough?

Enough what?

Well, you've done his legs once

now here you are trying to do them all over again.

I don't know what you mean?

You got him busted from detective inspector

to constable, ray.

You ruined his life

and here you are with all the questions again.

He was corrupt.

He was a bad line manager.

And he wasn't the only one in that squad either.

Alpha five four six? Assault police?

Is that hargreaves?

He did his own legs by the way.

Wanker.

Chris on voicemail: Marco, call me, it's urgent

it's about Casey.

This has got grave! In it.

Who's that?

Your ma. — your fucking ma.

How long we waiting?

He'll be here soon. — who is it?

Just a lad.

And what, he's bringing money just like that?

Yeah.

Knock on door

footste ps on stai rs

Floor creaks

Christ.

Rachel: What?

What are you doing?

Texting my boyfriend.

Right. Well you're at work, so...

He's worried about me. — worried about ya.

You know you're a police officer

tell him to have a word with himself.

Doesn't your wife worry?

Just letting him know I'm ok.

Radio: Delta units, to check out a fire

at the back of the asda, please.

Probably just kids but there might be rough sleepers

who need a welfare check.

Any units?

Chris?

Engine revs — tyres screech

siren wails

Chris: Four seven responding.

Where's the gear? — what gear?

I'm not in the mood for fucking around, smartarse.

I lost it.

It got robbed off me.

I'll smash you.

I'll break every bone in your body. Do you understand me?

So tell me where the gear is.

She pants

Barry: Tell me where it is!

Casey sobs

you better fucking...

Radio: And now on radio four, the shipping forecast

pleasant music plays

Chris: Right, stay in the car. — no way.

Hi, Davey.

They burned me bed. — hmm.

Who burnt it, Davey? — Stevo.

♪ Stevo ♪

♪ daylight come and he burnt my bed ♪

Stevo marsh?

Pick on old Davey

cos there's no one here to fight them, eh?

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

He laughs

Colin: We should be getting back, you know.

It's only early.

Why we even on this again?

You got him demoted, ray.

Yeah, he should've been sacked.

Now here he is with a new partner

like nothing ever happened.

That's not really your concern though is it?

♪ Opal fruits ♪

♪ made to make your mouth water ♪

Can I interest madame?

No. No thanks.

Davey laughs

♪ midnight and the stars and you ♪

Charmer, aren't you, Davey?

♪ Midnight and the rendezvous ♪

Chris: Hey, go get my statement book.

Eh, Davey.

Have you seen Casey the last few days?

Who wants to know?

Eh?

Winky, winky.

Has she given you a bag or you know, something to hide?

She's in the shit, right?

And we can get her out if you tell me—...

Do me a favour.

Scratch Davey's back? And um...

Eh?

Casey we can discusseth...

Where's Stevo?

Subway by the bingo hall.

Eyes down for a full house of bastards.

Heh?

Eh?

Forget the statement, get in.

Rached what? Why?

Radio: Further reports of a party

that's got out of hand at the disused synagogue at egberth...

No.

Engine rumbles

Don't touch your coffee.

Just don't understand why you hate him so much.

I'm starting to hate you.

Just another couple of hours.

I'm done. Drop me back at my car.

I'm finished for the night.

Bodycam off.

Stevo whistles — alright, lads!

What've we got 'ere?

Oh hello. That looks very naughty that.

Stevo: Yar, lad.

What's your problem, lad?

We're just sittin' off, aren't we?

Bad bizzie him, lad. He's off his head.

Why did you set fire to Davey's bed?

Stevo: Davey lad? Mad, him.

Why did you set fire to Davey's bed?

No one's set fire to nothin', lad

so tell him to do one, the dirty rat of a man.

Argh!

You burned his bed.

He's got fuck all, and you burnt his bed.

Lad, he's just a tramp, lad.

He probably dropped a biffta or something.

Brand new her, lad. Look, her boots are dead shiny.

Ha! Look at that, lad.

Actin' all hard and that...

Hey. Fit though.

Bet you're happy, lad. All night in the Danny with that?

Rachel: You think that's appropriate?

Are you a manc?

No. — she's a manc.

Bad manc bizzie that, lad.

Right, I'm, I'm from warrington.

Ah! Wool lad!

Argh!

Why don't you bully me? Hm?

You bully Davey, but you don't bully me? Why is that?

Is it cos you're a shithouse?

Chris. — cos he won't fight back?

Behave. — you're a shithouse.

Get up.

Have you got the balls?

Have you got the fucking balls?

You fancy having a go, son?

Fancy havin' a go with me?

Have a go with someone who will...

Come on, mate.

I'll kill ya.

You touch Davey again, I will kill you.

Any of yous go near Davey, yous just go down.

No bollocks, no messing about

you go straight down, alright?

Say, "yes, sir." — yes, sir.

Chris: Now fuck off.

What was that?

Keep fucking walking!

Wait there.

Alright. It's done.

Eh?

Ooh.

Davey?

Casey?

You're a bastard.

Hey! Hey, hey. — no.

No. —no. No. No.

No. I never said I knew. I just...

She's in the shit and you're playing games?

No, mate.

No. — well, what else do I do?

Eh? Would you have helped me otherwise?

Would I have what?

Of course I would.

Nah.

Hey.

I'm a copper!

I'm trying to help her.

Rachel: Who's Casey?

Chris, who's Casey?

Ian: Girl.

It's only gonna get worse. He hasn't even started yet.

Barry: Waste of time making it hard for yourself.

No point in it at all.

Ian: Casey?

She sobs

Barry: The man is speaking to you.

Ian: Casey?

Casey, girl, look at me.

Here.

Smiggy.

Party boy? — mmm.

Smiggy would have told us.

Smiggy doesn't know, dickhead.

Door slams

Chris: Marco, if Casey doesn't tell me where the gear is

I can't help her. Where is she?

I need you to call me. Yeah? Just call me.

I wanted orange.

They didn't have any. — they had no orange?

No, Chris. They didn't have any orange.

So I got you apple. Alright?

I don't know what to put in my notebook.

Chris: What do you mean?

Those lads?

Don't put anything.

I could get into trouble.

You're not gonna get into trouble. They know the score.

I wanna support you, Chris.

You're my partner tonight

and I really wanna be on your side

but that was heavy.

It was too heavy. — yeah. What would you have done?

I don't know. Arrest them for criminal damage?

Come on, Rachel. Criminal damage to a tramp's bed?

How long do you get in prison for burning cardboard?

Chris, that's not the point.

Even if I got a charge out of the cps

some magistrate is gonna pull a face at me

and send them home with a fine that they're never gonna pay.

So what's the first thing that they do

when they leave the courtroom?

First thing they do is go find Davey

kick the living shit out of him.

I just don't want to lose my job before I've even started it.

Well, you're not gonna lose your job.

You made me look stupid.

Your boots made you look stupid.

Then they heard your accent.

Radio: Delta patrol for an incident marked lfi' lfi' please?

A male in the vicinity of be/cross road

reported to be canying a sword.

Delta patrol, take a look please?

Four seven responding.

Four seven, thanks.

Just take a look please, Chris

we 're tiying to get armed response there first

yeah, whatever.

You ok?

Rachel?

Engine starts

sirens wail — super switched on, alright?

Yeah.

I watch you, you watch me.

Who watches the guy with the sword?

Engine revs

hold tight.

Fucking hell.

Siren wails

Smiggy's gaff, eh?

I didn't, I didn't really hear much like.

Get out.

But me money? — get out the Van, Marco.

Shall I take her with me like?

You, you ring me, yeah?

Engine starts

Fuck!

Four seven.

Radio: Go ahead, Chris.

Yeah, I think we've found this guy's location.

Radio: F./.M. Is saying to wait

until the ah vs arrive, Chris.

Yeah, copy that.

You coming?

They said to wait.

This is why you joined up, innit?

The terror?

Door shuts

Should I go round the back?

Do you want to die?

No.

Well, no then. He chuckles

Man screams

Rachel!

Man screams

sword clangs

what are you doing?

Fuck. Kevin?

I've broke me knee!

Get up, you fat fuck.

Kevin: I thought you were them kids again.

A sword though?

They smashed my door.

Yeah, so I see. Christ, have you got no lights?

Kevin: 'Lecky ran out.

Jesus Christ.

Me dad won it in Blackpool.

Yeah.

Cancel the arvs please, delta.

Kevin: Ooh, ya.

Kevin grunts

I've only got water.

Chris: What is the point of you, kev?

Kevin: I'm depressed.

Yeah. So am I now.

Radio: Any delta patrol available

to check out another one of smiggy's parties please?

Reportedly getting out of hand...

So where's your social worker?

Cuts. — not with that sword.

I've got an assessment in two weeks.

And the fella I saw first said—...

Right. I need you to get to the point, kev.

Are you a mentalist right now, this minute?

Mentalist? — no.

I'm just sick of all this.

Sick of all this shit.

A sword though? — you could have been shot.

Well, what else can I do?

I mean, no one listens to me.

I don't get any help so I'm having to help myself.

We hear where you're coming from, mate.

Fuck me, I would love to go about with a sword

but you can't.

None of us are getting the help we need, kev.

But if you let them see how much fucking life

is getting to you, they're gonna use it against you, mate.

You have got to keep it inside. Do you understand?

Phone dings

He sobs

you getting your dole?

Kevin: They took me car but I still get a few.

Phone buzzes

Is that it? — we need to go.

He doesn't have any food.

Look at the size of him.

We should notify social services.

He's got a social worker.

Yeah, and they obviously aren't doing their job.

I'm hungry. — you're always hungry.

Let's go.

He needs our help, Chris.

Oh, mate.

Pick your battles.

What does that mean? — he's got a house.

It's a shit house but it's still a house.

You want to involve social services

cos he's not had his dinner?

What do we do, when we're on a job later on

with someone who's really in trouble?

Like proper trouble?

Like fucking starving to death

or getting battered by your husband?

What do we do with them? — we ring social services.

But you can't.

Because you've just tied up the only available social worker

dealing with Orson here.

So are we just supposed to leave him?

Is he in immediate danger? — no but...

Are you going to be alright, Kevin?

Right, let's go.

Get some 'lecky, Kevin.

Come on, there's someone else who needs our help.

Four seven?

Radio: Go ahead, Chris.

That party? Is it still a thing?

Radio: If you say you're responding, I'i/ love you forever.

It's been clogging up my screen for hours now.

I thought you didn't wanna go?

Yeah. Whack us down for it, will you?

Radio: Roger that thank you/

dance music blares

come on.

Where do you think you're going?

I don't think so.

Is he dead? — he fell down a k— hole.

I hate drill.

It's not drill, it's grime.

What? — bpm's slower.

Where's the gear?

Upstairs. — upstairs?

I was here the other night

and party boy was out of his head

I just went up and hid it.

I'll show you.

You won't find it.

Bag 'eds, get on my tits.

Indistinct chati'er

Chris: Eyes on stalks at all times, ok?

And don't let them move you. Stand your ground.

Rachel: I am not stupid. — when need be.

Stay with the car. — why?

Cos if we leave the car outside on its own

it won't be here when we get back.

Think!

♪ What goes round comes back round ♪

♪ hello ♪

♪ mad energy, don't act right, hello ♪

♪ you might think that you won now, fool ♪

♪ you stay there, like the land/ine ♪

♪ hello, Karma don't forget no one, rude boy ♪

♪ you get back what you give out, echo ♪

♪ echo ♪ ♪ repeat ♪

♪ the universe don't forget the receipts ♪

♪ can't take back talk innit, you understand that ♪

♪ you see me ♪

♪ you might think that you're sick now ♪

♪ but mad mind is the worst disease ♪

♪ so man, you better pick yourself up ♪

♪ before Karma shows up eventually ♪

♪ eve/ything they told me was a lie ♪

♪ I'i/ live forever, never die ♪

♪ / got friends that are family for life ♪

♪ any pagans and they cutting all ties ♪

Excuse me.

You can't just leave your car blocking the road like that.

Who you with?

Are you in the job? — who you with?

What's it got to do with you?

Who are you? — I'm a drug dealer.

You know Chris Carson?

Yeah. He's your partner, in't he?

Fuckin' hell girl, not your night, is it?

Move back.

You gonna search me? — no. I want you to move back.

Just told you I'm a drug dealer.

What are you gonna do?

You think Chris Carson's gonna come help you, don't you?

Let go.

She breathes heavily

Hello, smiggy.

This your daughter?

It's your ma. What do you want?

Dance music blares

Lower the music!

Oi! Greg James, lower the music!

Dj: Fuck off!

Has Casey been here?

Party boy: Never seen old Casey.

I'm telling you, she's never been here. No Casey.

Casey: Here we are, it's just through here.

No! — move.

Move away from the table!

I said move away from the fucking table!

Scally: Come on then!

Get! Get off!

Fuck!

It was mad in here the other night.

I was off me tits when I hid it.

I thought it was in this room, and now I'm up here.

Flesh whacks — Barry grunts

She grunts

Chris: Smiggy, don't fuck me about.

Oh, and your mates.

What they called, cagney and Lacey?

Yeah, you know them.

And John Wayne gacy, he's here, you know.

Barm face sells a lot of burgers.

What are you doing? — get it off!

Get it out me head! — where's Casey?

Out the window.

Barry: Fucking hell...

Barry grunts

come on.

Where's she gone? — who?

The c0pper. — in there.

Jesus Christ.

Rachel: Get off!

Rachel grunts

Rachel!

People yell

stay back! Stay back!

You, stop struggling.

Hey, hey, hey, why's me music stopped?

Alright.

Party boy groans

where the fuck's Casey?

I only, I only know her backyard!

I'm not fucking around, mate.

No, no, no, not the one off the alley!

I'm talking about her country residence.

You go to the back of the club, two doors down.

Stay down!

Get off!

I want my fucking prisoners!

Forget them. — no!

Get in the car. — fuck!

They were cutting up coke right in front of me, Chris!

You shouldn't have even gone in there.

I was doing my job! — I told you to mind the car!

Fuck the car! They were taking drugs!

Actually fuck the drugs, get in the car.

Stop telling me to get in the car, Chris!

You're not an inspector anymore. Remember?

I'm going back for my prisoners.

If you lock up tonight, right

you're walking 'em in on your own, cos I've got shit to do.

You know what?

Whoever this Casey is, I hope for her sake

that you don't find her.

You are fucking toxic!

Yeah?

Yeah. — right.

Honestly, you're a car crash of a human being.

You act like you're a knight in shining armor

but you're not.

You're just an angry arsehole with a chip on his shoulder.

So go on and fuck off!

Crowd jeers in distance

door shuts

engine starts

Chris grunts

fucking twat.

Casey!

Casey?

You there?

Jesus Christ.

Chris, please.

Chris: I told you to get out of liverpool.

Honestly, I was gonna go.

Don't, please.

At least help me?

God almighty.

Casey.

Casey.

I tried to help ya, didn't I?

I tried to do the right thing, eh?

No. But you took the piss.

You know Carl sweeney was in me house?

Babe, listen, Carl sweeney was in me house

with my wife

and my daughter.

Alright?

That's not on.

You had this the whole time.

I'm sorting it now.

Ok, so you give it back to Carl for me?

Chris: I'm a fucking police officer, Casey.

I'm turning it over.

If you hand them in, you're as dead as I am.

Phone rings

Steve?

Steve: Yeah?

You home yet?

Yeah, / got home about an hour ago. Yeah.

Can you come and get me?

I'm, I'm on the Xbox.

I'm stuck and I need a... I need a lift to the station.

Steve? — what, what, what?

Could you come and get me?

I'm on the xbox/ argh...

Right.

Alright. Tarah.

He sighs

you missed breakfast. — yeah. I had work, you know.

It isn't great, Chris.

I know but look at me. You know?

She sighs

got to go. — yeah.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. — engine starts

love ya.

Darling, I love ya. Love ya.

See you, have a good day.

Kids chati'er

Hey, love you.

Go on.

Footsteps approach

Good night?

Yeah, yeah, not bad.

Ellie: Are you back out tonight?

Um, I don't know yet.

Shouldn't they tell you these things in advance?

You know, it's hard to plan our lives and that?

It's the nature of the operation.

I know it's a pain in the arse.

Er, I might have to go out again in a couple of hours.

Phone dings

game music blares

Ray: Rachel, are you currently with constable Carson?

Rachel: No, I've just got home. Who is this?

My name's ray mullen.

I'm part of a team in vest/gating Carson.

Rachel?

You still there?

He sighs

lynne: Down the steps. Straight down.

Your safe space.

Keep walking.

Further down.

Listen to the birds in the trees.

Feel the sunlight on your face

and the safety of the garden.

Can you see the bench?

You're nearly there.

Take a seat on the bench, Chris.

Feel safe.

Are you there?

High—pitched ringing

no.