I'm Catherine. I'm 47, I'm divorced.
I live with my sister, a recovering heroin addict.
I have two children, one dead, one who didn't used to speak to me,
and a grandson. Becky, my daughter,
died after Ryan was born. Hanged herself.
Tommy Lee Royce has been released. You bastard! You raped her.
I've never had a dad. I'm your dad.
A dad is not someone who throws petrol over you
and kicks the living daylights out of your grandmother.
I hate you!
It doesn't mean he's... like his dad.
He murdered Kirsten McAskill in the most hideous manner.
Nevison Gallagher? Yes?
Bastard's got our Annie, and he wants a million quid!
He saved her life.
He raped you.
Clare? Do you remember Neil Ackroyd? We were at school together. Hey!
Clare's vulnerable too. Please don't mess her about. I won't.
I've done things. Is it to do with those women?
You'll visit me, won't you, in prison?
I don't think you'd like prison.
She shot her own child in the back of the head.
You and your wife, you split? Yeah. This is Ann Gallagher.
Some of you already know her. I want to be a detective.
You know how New Jersey has the Sopranos?
Well, Halifax has the Knezevics.
Very clever-clever. If you grass, if you talk...
Ashley Cowgill was a drugs dealer.
Miss Wheland is our new teaching assistant.
I love you. I know you do.
Who's it from? It's from your dad.
You're not allowed to have any contact with him, this is illegal.
Maybe it was his way of trying to say sorry. He's not your dad.
I've explained this. Yeah, but he is.
Have you ever thought about visiting him? I'm not allowed.
I wondered about writing to him.
Hello? Sarge?
How do?
So I need you to authorise
the recovery of a vehicle for me and Gorkem,
and then send another vehicle to come pick us up.
Really? Why? What's happened?
So, right... So you know you said not to park right next to the flats,
and we weren't going to, obviously... But you did.
Well, it was either that or parking half a mile off
and frogmarching these two halfway across Sowerby Bridge.
And we wouldn't want you to wear your little legs out.
So we've... No.
So we've gone in, we've arrested him,
we're only in there three minutes, then... we've come outside...
I take it we're talking about the phantom fridge-thrower again.
It's a microwave this time.
Oh! He's diversifying.
Any available units,
is anyone in the vicinity of Baitings Dam? Hang on, Shaf.
I'm up that way, Control.
Is that you, Mrs Cawood?
It is! How's yourself, Mr Robertshaw?
I'm very fair, thanks, Mrs Cawood.
Now, I've got a report in from some...
I think they're, like, Yorkshire Water people.
They've found some bones. Oh, fair enough.
They've been draining the reservoir for maintenance
and a skeleton's popped up, apparently.
On my way.
Six minutes.
Right, Shaf.
I'll authorise your recovery vehicle,
but you'll have to sort it out with Control
about getting picked up.
Or you could speak to Inspector Taylor
and get him to sort you out.
I'm sure he'll be even more amused and delighted about it than I am.
Turned out nice again.
That's it there.
Is it a sheep?
I think it's an alien life-form.
We get a good few sightings of 'em round here.
What, sheep?
No, aliens.
9675 to Control.
It's human remains.
Copy that, 9675. We'll get the on-call SIO down
and send a log across to CSI.
Catherine. Sir.
What do you know?
Torso. Skeleton.
Head, no hands.
Nothing below the waist.
I think he's been there seven and a half, eight years.
Oh, really? Well, we'll let the Home Office pathologist
decide that, shall we?
If you like, sir. As you wish.
Heard you're retiring this year.
Yeah.
Seven months, one week, three days.
Teeth intact? Mm?
Oh, er, yeah.
And he's got a metal plate on the right clavicle,
very similar to me own, except mine's on the left.
What are you doing with a metal plate, Catherine?
Oh, it's a long story, sir, from a distant altercation.
His is newer than mine.
Oh, you've decided it's a he, have you?
What's his favourite sandwich?
I shouldn't think we'll have too much trouble
identifying him, her, whoever - if there's teeth.
You won't have any trouble at all, sir.
It's Gary Gackowski.
He fell off a third-floor balcony
down at Upshaw House in Elland
about nine, ten years ago,
when he was off his head on M-CAT.
Shattered his collarbone.
And I'd recognise those teeth anywhere.
I nicked him once for a public order offence and he bit me.
Went missing about 18 months later.
That was seven and a half, eight years since.
People used to say he'd upset someone he shouldn't have
and been buried in concrete underpants up at Scammonden,
but happen they were wrong, eh?
This is Baitings.
You might find his legs are in that blue thing over there.
I'll leave it with you.
Twats.
Trouble Town by Jake Bugg.
♪ There's a tower block overhead
♪ All you've got's your benefits
♪ And you're barely scraping by
♪ In this trouble town
♪ Troubles are found
♪ Stuck in speed bump city
♪ Where the only thing that's pretty
♪ Is the thought of getting out. ♪
Tommy, lad, you've got visitors.
Tommy Lee Royce?
How do? We're from H-Met.
We're arresting you on suspicion of the murder
of Gary James Gackowski on or around April 2014.
For the tape,
I'm showing Tommy a photo of the deceased.
Do you recognise him? No.
No. Can you tell me if you were involved
in the murder of this man? I wasn't.
Can you cast your mind back eight years
and tell me if you know or knew of anyone
who was involved in the murder of this man?
I don't.
Have you ever talked to anyone about any involvement
you may have had in the death of this man?
No.
Do you know a lad called Nazam Miraf?
He's on the same floor as me at Sheffield.
How would you respond, Tommy, if I told you
that Naz - Nazam -
has told us that you told him
that you were involved in the murder of
"that lad they found buried in concrete
"in that dam up Ripponden"?
Why would I be telling him owt?
What would your reaction be, Tommy, if I told you
that he told us certain things
that were done to this lad, to this Gary,
and that he says you told him
and they were never made known to the public?
I'd say happen it's him you need to be chatting to, not me.
Except he was inside when Gary disappeared.
Well, then he's mixing me up with somebody else, then.
Either that or he's making stuff up.
Doing a bit of grassing, get himself a text
and a few privileges, eh?
This way.
Have you had something to eat?
Yeah, I've had a sandwich and a wee-wee.
Do you want to sit?
They've made further disclosures.
And what they're saying now
is that as well as this Nazam Miraf,
you also told the prison chaplain three months ago,
before the body was found, that you were there
when this Gackowski lad was murdered
and that you helped dispose of his body in the reservoir.
No comment.
Naz, as you say, might be hoping for some privileges,
but for this chaplain to tell us the same tale,
the exact same tale...
That's what's ringing alarm bells for us, Tommy.
Yeah, well, they're colluding, aren't they?
Come on, wakey-wakey.
Yes, but why? Why would they do that?
I don't know. No comment.
Because they don't like me.
I mean, apart from the fact that, as we've established,
they don't even know each other.
Hmm?
Naz has never spoken to this prison chaplain in question,
he's never once met him.
So why would this chaplain,
a bloke who you've told us is a friend of yours,
a good friend, why is he coming to us
with almost exactly the same tale, hmm?
Unless it's true?
Have you ever worn a St Christopher, Tommy?
A St Christopher.
A necklace with, like, a St Christopher on it.
No. You have.
Cast your mind back.
Last time you were in prison, when you went down in 2006,
you were wearing a St Christopher.
It was logged in your property. Do you remember?
Hold up. It's OK.
What, 16 years ago?
No, I don't.
It was returned to you when you left in 2014.
Can you describe it for me? I don't...
Was it gold or silver or...? Er... Can you tell me what happened to it?
No. Did you lose it? I don't know owt about it.
But you did have it. If that's what you're telling me.
Do you recognise...
..this St Christopher? That's not been disclosed. Shut up.
Are you all right, Tommy?
You seem to have become very interested
when I've shown you the St Christopher.
Do you recognise it?
No.
How would you react, Tommy,
if I told you that this St Christopher
was found in the concrete
that was used to weigh down Gary Gackowski's body? You're lying.
Is it yours, Tommy?
You planted it. No, we didn't.
We know it's yours, Tommy.
This is the log taken in the prison in 2006.
It describes a silver-coloured St Christopher pendant
with a V-shaped cut at five o'clock.
We know you were present, Tommy,
when Gary Gackowski went into that concrete.
Gackowski was shot with a 9mm Glock,
also recovered from the reservoir.
Ballistics have told us it's the same weapon
as was used to shoot Ashley Cowgill two months later,
in June 2014. Oh, aye?
Look, whoever Royce was working for must have decided
the gun was good for another job, so they've kept it,
used it to shoot Ashley Cowgill,
then they've gone back and dumped it in the reservoir.
And you think this whoever is Darius Knezevic?
Him and his brother on a motorbike.
Yeah, before he got too grand to do his own dirty work
and started getting big ideas about getting himself elected
onto Bradford City Council.
Look, this has always been the intel on the ground.
We just haven't been able to prove it.
I think Royce is this close to admitting he was present
when Gackowski was shot.
And if he does, we're optimistic he'll name names.
And if he does, we could have
Darius Knezevic on a murder charge,
not just for Gary Gackowski,
but for Ashley Cowgill as well.
Finally. At last.
And why do you think someone like Royce
is going to name names?
We heard Darius Knezevic ordered Royce's death.
That's how he got his face cut up like that.
Wasn't meant to just get cut up, was meant to be dead.
Sorry, ma'am. Sir, Royce wants to make a statement.
Well, that was quick. Go on, then.
"I never at any point foresaw.
"Gary Gackowski's death.
"I understood that what was being done was a punishment
"to frighten him. And when the man pulled out the gun
"and shot him through the head, I said, 'What you effing doing?
"'You said you weren't going to kill him.'
"I didn't say much else because I could see
"he was not the sort of person to argue with.
"I just did what I was told."
"I told him to chuck the gun in the water, but he refused."
"He said it would be all right for another job."
"I'm keen to state that when I got involved in this,"
"it was on the understanding"
"that it was a warning to the lad."
"I did not know it would end in his death."
When you say he shot him through the head, where exactly?
And when you say "he", the man who shot him -
have you got a name for me, Tommy?
Darius Knezevic. Just say it.
It were Chris Oxley.
Chris Oxley? He runs Oldham.
Shit.
What is he doing? Is he blind?
That were a golden opportunity.
Come on!
Tackle him, you twat!
Oh, my God. Move your legs, you moron!
Anticipate, anticipate!
Where's the defence?!
It's gone in again. How many's that?
It's 4-0.
Oh, stop it. Poor kid, he's doing his best.
Tell you what, Cawood -
if you spent as much time concentrating on what you're doing
instead of all this verbal diarrhoea aimed at everybody else,
you might do better. No, it's them up there you want to be going on at.
They don't know what positions they're in, half of them.
You are skating on very thin ice.
You little shitstain.
Come on, Ryan, lad! Come on!
What did he say to you, that Mr Hepworth,
when you chucked t'ball at him?
Oh, nothing. Didn't look like nothing.
It looked like he upset you.
Yeah, well, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Who's taught you that? Saw it in a film.
And he's a dog. Everyone knows he's knocking Mrs Oates off.
Is he? Mrs Oates? There's a joke there somewhere.
And he's a shirt-lifting arse-bandit.
Oi!
Do you want arrested? Because I can arrest people for talking like that.
And he can't... be like that if he's knocking off Mrs Doo-dah.
Unless he's Betty Both-Ways.
6-0? It's not my fault.
Hey, you're the goalie. Of course it's your fault.
See, this is how people think.
He's teasing you.
To be fair, they were a good side.
I shouldn't even be in goal. I should be up front.
Then no-one'd get anywhere near our goal.
Well, ask him. Talk to your teacher.
Tell him you want to have a go
at playing up front. He should. You should!
I have! He doesn't listen. He's a self-obsessed tosser.
Oi! And he's knocking Mrs Oates off
when he's not batting for t'wrong county.
What have I said? That's assault!
Yeah? Ring the police. Oh, here they are. Sorry I'm late.
You're just in time.
Where's Ros? Oh, she...
She had a headache, so...
Happy birthday, young man!
She sends her apologies.
You doing anything special? Yeah.
This. Daniel and Ann, they got me a voucher to go skydiving. Wow.
It's tomorrow in Sheffield. Is he old enough?
I'm 16! You're all as mad as each other,
you lot, wanting to do that.
Hey. It's good, that. You have to use your imagination,
not just sit in front of a screen,
prodding buttons and shouting.
What are you looking at me for?
Cos you're as bad as him. How's the new house?
Oh, we love it. It needs a lot doing.
Grade II listed.
You're very lucky. Well, they both work hard,
so all I need now is some grandchildren
and then we can all relax. Yeah, I'm doing me best.
All that means, though, Clare, is that it's falling to bits
and you have to do it up like English Heritage tells you.
She's changing t'subject.
It's gorgeous. It's got, like, wooden doings and...
Really? Wooden doings? Beams!
Right. Has everyone got a drink? Richard, what do you fancy?
Catherine, whose is that thing outside?
It's mine. I've just bought it. What, seriously? Mm.
You paid money for it?
What is it? Have you not seen it?
Yeah, I'm going to do it up,
and then I'm going to do what I've always fancied doing.
I'm going to drive to the Himalayas.
What have you bought, Mum?
You know, most police officers die within five years of retirement.
Why? Because they can't let go. I don't know.
Cos they've got nothing better to think about
because the job's made them all bitter and twisted.
Whereas me, I'm counting the seconds.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm very proud of me 30 years.
I'm the best copper that ever lived. But Code 11, job done.
I think most of them think that's it, end of.
But me, I'm just becoming the person I've always wanted to be.
Don't take shit off anyone any more. I say it like it is.
I know who I am, finally.
And I now know the be-all and end-all
in't necessarily to get myself hitched
to the first useless, flaky twat of a man who happens along.
Mm. You've always been like that. Yeah, but I'm feeling it now.
Rock on.
What else do you fancy doing? Zumba? Pilates? Yoga?
Fuck off. Why? It's dangerous. Have you never been?
Yoga is dangerous?
Somebody came to do a session for us
up at t'nick one dinner time.
We were all farting like billy-o after the first few moves.
That's not dangerous.
Oh, it is. We gave off enough methane
to melt a polar icecap.
Greta Thunberg had to come and speak to us.
We had a flood t'week after, down Hebden. Do you remember?
Well, that was us lot cracking off up Halifax. Who knew?
Oh, it might give you inner peace,
but there's whole coastal towns falling into the sea
every time you squeeze yourself into t'lotus position, so...
..don't you talk to me about yoga
and then go voting for the Green Party.
Well, I shall take my well-intended suggestions elsewhere.
Yes, kindly do.
Tell you what, though.
What?
It's Ryan's birthday, and we're just... happy, aren't we?
We haven't had one bad word. We're just having a laugh.
Yeah.
The last few years... I don't know.
It's all seemed a bit easier, somehow, hasn't it?
We move on, don't we? In the end.
And he's seemed to behave himself better
since he moved to Elm Wood. I think that's been a big thing.
I wish I knew what that Mr Hepworth had said to him
when he went up to him in t'goal.
He called him a little shitstain.
You see, this is the thing.
I never know when to tell you stuff and when not to.
He told me when you were busy in t'kitchen.
I know. Bastard.
Wants his card marking, that one.
Here, look, it's Joe. Who the hell's Joe?
Joe Mamma. You twat.
You're a twat. He's a twat.
Who's a twat?
Hepworth.
Oh, yeah. He's a twat.
I dare you to shout, "Have you had your oats, sir?"
Have you had your oats, sir?
You! Cawood! Get back here.
Fucking hell, he's going to chase us!
Yeah.
Sorry. Sorry.
Yes? Hiya. Is that Rob?
It's Leah, Paisley's mum. It is, yes, hello.
Look, so I don't mind, and it's really not a problem.
But just so you know, I've had to pick up Florence and Poppy again
from school today, which is fine.
It just means Paisley's going to be a few minutes late
for her dance class, which, honestly, it doesn't matter.
It's just Joanna, I'm just a little bit worried about her.
It's the fourth time she's rung me last minute
to ask me to pick them up and... Well, look, I really don't want
to say anything out of turn, but...
..is she drinking?
Rob, are you still there?
You had a good day? Yeah.
Where's Mummy? Bed.
Take your coat off, Poppy.
I, er... I just had a nap. I'm just going to go and make tea.
That Leah rang. Said she had to pick up the girls from school.
Yeah, I just felt a bit headachey. She didn't mind.
Said it were the fourth... She did mind.
She asked me if you'd been drinking. Drinking?
Are you on something? No.
You look like you've taken something.
Have you been to see that fucking doctor again?
No! I just felt under the weather, so...
If I find out you've been taking them stupid pills again,
there's going to be trouble, because we've had this conversation.
I haven't been to the doctor. Well, you look like...
I can see when you've been taking something. Where is it?
What? I'm gonna speak to that doctor.
I haven't been to the doctor. So what have you taken?
Nothing! I just needed a lie down because I had a headache!
It's more than just a lie down, innit,
when you can't pick up your own children from school,
and not for the first time!
Perhaps you don't realise how obvious it is to other people!
Rob, don't do...
Happy?
I'll go get tea on. Come here. Empty your pockets.
No, I'm not emptying my pockets! Rob! Get off me!
Rob, get off me! Rob!
Come here. No, wait, no, no, no. Come here.
Rob, no. Come here.
Rob! Stop!
Stop it!
Rob, no!
No!
Where have these come from? Hey?
Who gave them to you?
How many have you taken?
How many have you taken? Two!
Well, there's nine missing from this packet,
so how long have you had 'em? Do you know, all of us,
all your family, me, your mum, your dad,
all your family, we all thought that
you'd weaned yourself off this nonsense.
Yes, well, I've been struggling. Struggling?
When?!
And if you're struggling, you talk to someone.
And where have you got them from?
Have you got them on prescription? No! No.
They're... Are they knock-off?
You mean they're illegal? Well, then, perhaps I ought to ring 999.
What do you think? Think I should do that?
They're not illegal, Rob, it's diazepam!
They're illegal if you haven't got a prescription for them.
If you haven't got them on prescription,
you've got no idea where they've come from,
or what's in them.
How dare you bring this filth into my house?
What, are you not thinking?
What if one of the girls had found them?
What if they'd eaten some of them thinking they were sweets?
See, this is why you can't be trusted with anything.
Where? Where did you get 'em? Who gave them to you?
Jesus Christ.
You're not even worth fucking.
Right. Well, you might not want to tell me,
but you'll have to tell the police.
I'm sure they'll be fascinated to know all about
where they've come from. Wait, Rob! Rob, wait!
Emergency, which service do you require? Police.
Putting you through. Hold the line.
Rob Hepworth.
And your address, Rob?
22 Holywell Avenue.
Postcode?
Yes, I can.
So, sadly, what's happened is...
Mr Hepworth? I recognised his name on the box when it came up,
so I thought, "Aye-aye, I'll have a look at this one myself."
Didn't recognise me. Not a flicker.
How many times have I stood at the side
of that fucking football field frozen daft?
Anyhow, I didn't say owt.
Where have you been? I rang over five hours ago.
Been a very busy night, sir.
Yeah, but if you ring 999, you expect someone to turn up.
You don't expect to be kept waiting.
We've had a major incident to deal with in Littleborough,
so I've had to send most of my team off over the border
to assist our colleagues.
And then, would you believe,
we've had a fatal collision up Pellon Lane. Two dead.
Now, the operator you spoke to
ascertained that there was no-one unconscious,
no-one not breathing, no-one in need of an ambulance
and no-one's life in danger. Is that correct?
Yeah, but... So strictly speaking, that's not a 999 call.
Just FYI, that's a 101 call.
But on the plus side, you've got a sergeant,
you've got a very experienced sergeant
to help sort it all out, so do you want to tell me what's happened?
Where are we going?
Through here?
So I stepped in. She's sat at the kitchen table.
But do you know the oddest thing?
Hi, love. Hi.
You all on a diet?
I could do with a padlock on my fridge.
Oh, it's just a bit of fun.
Food is fuel.
I'm teaching my little girls about the importance
of a nutritious and well-balanced diet.
With a padlock?
And then I notice he's all Nikes and Adidas,
she's in Primark.
He's built like a brick shithouse
and she's this pasty little pale thing
with all bruises up her arms.
So this is my wife, Jo.
And earlier this evening, Sergeant...
They've had to send a sergeant.
..when I got in from work,
I found her with what appear to be prescription drugs.
But whatever they are, I don't think
she actually got them with a prescription.
So you rang the police on your own wife?
What genre of twat does that?
What's your name, love? It's Jo. Joanna. Are these yours? Yes.
These yours, Joanna? ROB: Yes.
Do you know what they are? It's diazepam.
Is it, Jo?
Joanna?
Do you have a prescription for it? No, she hasn't.
Did you have a prescription for it, Jo?
Because you need a prescription if it's diazepam.
I...
I did have a prescription for diazepam.
No, she didn't.
A few months ago, I did.
She had it briefly on prescription
because she had a few issues
at one stage, but she dealt with it very admirably.
And I'm a teacher. I have my job to think about.
I can't have anything illegal going on in my private life,
and Joanna knows that.
But these, you haven't got on prescription, is that correct?
Yeah. No... Ask her where she got them.
I found them.
Where did you find them?
Ask her where she found them.
I am sorry, Jo, but I'm going to have to arrest you.
Oh, good Lord. On suspicion of possession of controlled drugs.
Do you understand?
You... You'll have to give me a few minutes to phone my mother
to come across from Siddal, Sergeant.
I've got two little girls asleep. I can't just leave them.
You don't have to say anything, all right, love?
But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned
something that you later rely on in court.
All right? Do you understand that?
Yeah, Mum? Sorry. Were you in bed?
Yeah. Could you pop across? Have you got a coat, love?
I'm not going to cuff you. No-one's here to humiliate you.
Up you get, sweetie.
There's no need to get your mother out of bed.
Follow on if you like, but there's really no need.
Hang on, Mum. Sorry. No, I'll jump in the car with you.
No, you won't. I'm not a taxi service
and you're not under arrest.
Like I say, you can follow on if you want,
but you'll only be sat in Reception,
because there'll be nobody in the interview room except me and her.
I can get someone to phone you when she wants picking up,
but it'll be past midnight.
Yeah, now, Mum. Now.
I tried to get her talking in the car,
but I couldn't get a peep out of her.
Normally, they talk.
Normally when you get 'em away from a fella like him,
they can't talk fast enough.
But nothing.
So, Joanna, I'm going to release you on bail.
Does that mean I can go home?
It does.
Is that all right?
Er... yeah.
Er... thank you.
These will go off for forensic tests, and...
..depending on what comes back from the lab,
a decision will be made about any charges then.
All right?
How long will that take?
About a week or so.
Will I go to prison?
No, love.
Not for a first offence.
I could have let her go with a caution
if she'd given me a straight tale
about where she got them, but she wouldn't.
She stuck to this fucking rubbish
that she'd found them on the floor behind some toilet.
There'll be somebody she's frightened of. Oh, yeah.
Then I asked her about these marks on her arms,
like I didn't know, and surprise, surprise, it was him.
And then I got some of the story.
It's depression, anxiety, panic attacks.
Doctor put her on a short course of diazepam,
and four months on, she's hooked,
only he won't prescribe any more.
And she's got cramps, nausea, palpitations, more panic attacks.
I said, "You want to speak to my sister."
"She runs a group for people..."
Did you tell her we get more people turning up
addicted to prescription drugs than we do heroin?
Yeah. And I tried to explain to her,
well, very carefully, what coercive control is
and how not normal it is to live like that.
And I offered to take her to the Safeguarding Unit,
but she won't go because of the girls, which...
Yeah, well.
She's got no money and she never sees her mum and dad
because he don't like 'em.
And same with her friends - well, she has none any more.
I just said, "Let me help you. He's isolated you",
"he's infantilised you."
But you know, you can only lead a horse to water.
She says, "I'll have to go."
"He'll be waiting for me in Reception,"
which, lo and behold, he was.
Creepy to think he teaches our Ryan, though, eh?
Oh, yeah. Well, next time I'm stood at the side
of that football field, I'll make myself known to him.
That'll shock him.
Right. OK.
You just wait for me there.
That's it.
Get yourself in there, love.
That's it, love. Pop your hand through there.
That's it. Lunch boxes.
That's yours, in't it, love?
Start again. What are you saying?
Last night, right, at that house down there,
a police car showed up, right? And about 20 minutes later,
the woman got put in the back of it. Which house?
That one, with the red Audi. Which woman?
That one with them two little girls.
When was this? Last night.
Yeah, what time? I don't know.
Ten, 11, half-11-ish.
And she got put in the back of a police car? Yes!
Oh, my God. Has she murdered him? Like, arrested?
Dad! Mm? You're sat on my homework!
I feel sorry for them kids. Oh, sorry. THOSE kids.
The littlest one, that Poppy one? She never takes her coat off.
Mum!
Dad squashed my chemistry with his skinny fat bottom,
and I spent nearly half an hour doing that last night.
So are you saying she was arrested?
She got put in the back of a police car.
Hiya. I've only got ten minutes. I heard Haniya this...
this morning
..saying she saw you go off in a police car last night.
Yeah. It was him. He rang 999.
Why? He found some of the pills that you've given me.
How? Well, just... So where are they now?
He gave them to the police. Are you kidding me?!
They'll not be able to trace it back to you, will they?
Did you get rid of all the packaging?
Yeah. All of it? Yeah. Are you...
Are you sure? This is serious!
I'm sure.
So what did they take? Just the pills.
In what? In...
Little bag, a little bag that I had. This is important, Joanna.
That's how they trace stuff. I'm not stupid.
What a pig, ringing the police. You're his wife!
I've kept telling you.
So what did you tell them about where you got 'em?
I just said that I found them on the floor behind a toilet in a pub.
Did they believe you? I don't know.
She wrote it down, the policewoman did,
and she seemed more interested in what a bastard he was
than anything else. So, so... what did they charge you with?
Nothing yet. They have to wait for the pills to come back
from being, I don't know, analysed.
They won't be able to trace it back to you
like that, will they? Not without the packaging.
And you definitely took them out of the little blister packs
as well as the boxes?
Yeah.
Right. I'd better go.
Can you... Can you get me some more?
I'll pop them out for you.
Have you got something to put them in?
Do you, erm... Do you want to go to bed?
No, you're all right.
I've got to get to work.
Right.
Mr Brooks is here for his prescription, Mr Bhatti.
Do you want to come through, Ezra?
There you go.
1,200 quid.
You do always get rid of all the packaging properly, don't you?
Before you give it to people.
Do you think I'm thick?
No, I just...
You having a bad day?
No.
I've got three more people interested. Clientele.
I could do another, oh, 120 jellies next week.
I think moderation is the thing.
All right?
You're a Good Samaritan, Mr Bhatti.
You make the world a better place.
Mm.
This is the way.
OK.
Morning, love. You all right?
Grappolo's. No.
Yeah, I'll book it. Don't!
I'll book Abba. OK.
Oh, seriously? Yeah, book who you like.
I'll be at home having a cup of tea.
Oh, for God's sake, what's up with you?
Well, you didn't have a retirement do!
I haven't retired!
From being a copper, you did.
I think we had a little drinks do.
But I'm not popular like you are.
I'm not popular.
You are!
In certain circles, you are.
They'd probably all just turn up to take a pop and say good...
What do you mean, in certain circles?
You are popular in certain circles.
Well, in what circles am I not popular?
I don't know. You tell me.
You're the one saying you're not popular.
Yeah, but who were you thinking of when...?
Nobody. When you said it? Nobody! Well, who was on your mind?
Well, there's a few top brass you've pissed off
over the years, aren't there?
There was that time that you told Mike Taylor
to shove his pips up his arse.
Think that might have been a game-changer.
Anyway, you're very popular with...
..the troops, the gang, the rank and file, aren't you?
When you're not upsetting them.
I've just done my job.
I've toughened them up.
I'm sorry if that makes me unpopular.
You didn't have a little drinks do. I did!
Well, I don't remember coming.
Were you sulking?
It's either that or you didn't invite me.
Why would I not invite you?
Of course I invited you.
I don't think you did, Joyce.
Oh...
Just forget it.
OK.
It's a wonder you have any friends at all.
Well, I don't, according to you.
According to you, I'm Billy fucking No-Mates.
God, you're hard work.
Catherine? Mike! Got a minute?
Not really, but seeing as it's you
and given that I need all the friends I can get...
Oh, for fuck's... All right, Joyce?
I never know whether she's joking or just being a pillock.
Have you booked Grappolo's? No, I haven't.
Do you want me to?
Well, if you've got the stamina and the determination,
you knock yourself out, chuck.
Sit down.
I've had a phone call.
Might be nothing.
Are you going to give me some clues? Samantha Greenwood.
Do you know her? She's the prison liaison officer at Dewsbury.
Do I? I don't know. Probably.
She was at this conference in Reading last week,
week before, with a lot of other PLOs.
And apparently, someone said to her that someone else had said to them
that that Catherine Cawood must be getting soft,
letting her grandson go visiting Tommy Lee Royce.
What?
So hang on. Someone else said to someone else who said to her,
this Samantha... There's her number if you want to ring her.
..that they'd seen Ryan? No, I don't think they could have.
I think they must have talked to a prison officer
during a visit to the prison,
who must have said, he or she, this prison officer,
had seen Ryan visiting Tommy.
So it's fourth-hand information.
It's Chinese whispers, it's bollocks.
That's why I didn't know whether to say anything or not.
Anyway, you've got her number.
I think somebody has got their wires crossed.
How would they know our Ryan, for starters?
Anyway, how would he get there?
He's just gone 16 and he's really not that well organised.
He's only just got a train to Leeds on his own, well, with Cesco,
and that was a palaver. How the hell would he get to Gravesend and back
on his own without me knowing?
He in't in Gravesend. Royce.
He got transferred to Sheffield.
When?
18 months, two years ago. Didn't you know?
Why would I, Mike? I thought there were a court order in place
to stop him having any contact with either you or Ryan.
So it doesn't matter where he is.
Yeah, there was, and I renewed it.
I mean, it might have lapsed again by now because, I mean,
it's been, God, how long? Seven years?
But that's because I didn't think I needed to renew it.
He never mentions him, thank God. He never even thinks about him.
I can't remember the last time he mentioned him.
I think she's just, whatever she's heard,
I think she's just... wrong.
Can you ask him? No, no, no.
No, I'm not doing that.
She say owt else? No.
I don't... Oh, only that he was with a man and a woman.
A man and a woman?
He'd have to be.
Any kid would have to be if they're under 18.
What man?
And what woman?
They'll have a record of his visiting orders at the prison, Mike.
They will. I'll find out who the governor is and drop him an email.
Don't hold your breath.
Prison Service are worse staffed than we are.
Can't be that far off Royce's court date
for that Gary Gackowski murder, can it?
Next week. Right. Off you pop.
Look busy.
I'll give you a shout if I hear owt.
And don't worry about it, Catherine.
Like you say, it'll be Chinese whispers.
Buenos dias. Buenos dias.
Mi coche esta danado.
Perdon, no lo entiendo.
Podria repetirlo, por favor?
Perdon, no lo entiendo.
Podrias repetirlo, por favor?
Donde esta el taller mecanico mas cercano?
So I went straight back to our house
and went into his bedroom. I didn't find anything.
Well, what did you expect to find?
Letter?
Visiting order?
I think...
..it's unlikely, Catherine.
Yeah, I know. But suddenly Royce
is in Sheffield, which I never knew,
and there's this man and this woman taking him there,
or taking someone there.
Happen he's got other kids,
I don't know, but I'm still left thinking things.
Wouldn't be Daniel and Ann,
because she won't go anywhere near him any more than I would.
It's not you and Ros. Definitely not me and Ros.
Clare and Neil have taken him to watch football matches
when I've been working, but...
See, Neil, I don't know about Neil.
I've never been sure about Neil, but Clare, she just wouldn't.
She wouldn't do that to me, would she?
No. No. No. I don't... No.
So then I'm thinking, well, maybe Cesco's mum
and some fella that she knows,
but then why the hell would they?
Or some teacher, but then... why?
And the ethics, they just... wouldn't,
and I don't know anybody else.
There's Nev.
Nev takes him to see Man City play now and again,
but Nev would never... Never in a million years would Nev do that.
Any more than Ann would.
Yeah, so I don't know. Don't know.
What's going on with Ros? Oh...
She's sleeping in the spare room.
I'm sorry.
Mm.
Nev's asked me out for a meal.
Nev?
Rang me after Ryan's birthday tea.
You're not jealous, are you?
I mean... you know, good luck.
He's old enough to be your grandad, but...
Hardly. How old do you reckon he is? 70?
Easily.
75?
76, 77?
Does Ann know?
Does Daniel? Well, it wouldn't be illegal.
No. Just...
What?
"Tell me, Catherine, what first attracted you
"to the millionaire Nevison Gallagher?" Fuck off!
See, you're smiling.
Ask him.
Ask Ryan straight out about this other business.
No. Why?
Because I don't want to put ideas in his head
that he can visit him if they're not there already.
After you, love.
Can I help?
Er, me cousin, he needs to see the pharmacist about, er...
It's personal.
Mr Bhatti?
Yeah?
This man's cousin needs...
His English ain't great.
But he's been with this lass
and he thinks he's picked summat up.
It's a bit swollen and there's, like, discharge.
But he's not registered with the surgery, so...
OK. Er...
Do you want to just come through here?
This way. Come on.
You go on, love. I'm just waiting for me cousin.
Sit down.
I can give you something to ease the symptoms, but... Whoa!
I've heard you've started helping people, Faisal.
Which is fine.
Only trouble is, we run these postcodes round here, not you.
Do you understand? Yeah.
Yeah, that's fine. I was starting to think
I'd bitten off more than I could chew, anyway.
Yeah, but...
Good, but the thing is,
we still need you to keep on doing what you're doing.
So when you collect your winnings,
you'll be handing them over to us, OK?
No, I won't. I can't. I can't. You will.
I can't do it any more because the police might be onto me.
Well, till we know one way or the other,
we'll stick with the arrangement, do you understand?
We know you're turning over upwards of 1,800 quid a week. No!
Yeah, you are. So don't short-change me.
It's not that much! It's only ever about a thousand at the most.
Well, why don't you make up the difference, then?
You can do a bit more easy enough.
I've told you, the police might be onto me.
Don't worry about t'police.
What do you mean?
I mean it's me you need to worry about now.
We know where your Maira and your little...
..little Haniya go to school.
Been watching 'em. We know what time they leave,
we know what bus they get on.
We know whose houses they go to at dinner times
when they're meant to be in school. Who's we?
Eh, we probably know more about
what they get up to than you do.
Listen, Faisal.
Nobody wants to see 'em get hurt, hmm?
Nobody wants to see anybody get abducted
and treated like bitches.
Yeah?
I don't.
So don't you worry about t'police. All right?
We'll worry about the police. Yeah?
We'll see you in a couple of days.
No! That's... Oh, is that not convenient?
Mm? Mm?
It's convenient for me.
Better go get me a little box of
whatever it is you're going to give me.
Don't want your little girl out there thinking things, do we?
He's to come back and see you again
in a couple of days, yeah?
Nice one.
I rang the MHRA to see if anyone
knew anything about the illegal supply of diazepam
in and around Elland.
Their PLO's just rung me back and said,
"Yeah, we're aware there's a problem and there is an ongoing inquiry."
Knezevics? No doubt.
Yeah, the ever-lovely Knezevics.
The Teflon-coated Knezevics.
I should have said, "Right, you take your time, love",
"we'll just mop up as usual."
What?
I've got some intel for you from the prison in Sheffield.
You're not going to like it.
♪ In this trouble town
♪ Troubles are found
♪ In this trouble town
♪ Words do get 'round
♪ Stuck in speed bump city
♪ Where the only thing that's pretty
♪ Is the thought of getting out. ♪