It's Clare.
It's your Clare.
And Neil Ackroyd.
Is that her partner? Neil Ackroyd?
Looks like they started visiting him just over a year ago.
There's been four visits,
and another one arranged for this Saturday.
This coming Saturday, 2pm.
You all right?
Catherine?
Speak to me.
Catherine.
Why?
Why would they do that?
Why would Clare...?
What will you do?
Saturdays.
All Saturdays when they've been taking him to his football,
and I've been working.
You think you know people.
How...how?
How...?
How's he got in touch with our Ryan in the first place?
Does Royce know your address? Yeah.
When he got that Frances Wealand Drummond,
whatever her name was, to bring that Scalextric.
But I'd have... No, I'd have seen something, a letter,
if it'd come to our house. Ryan never gets any post
and when he does, he never bothers to open it.
Well, does Royce know their address? Clare and Neil's?
How?
And how could Ryan have got in touch with him?
How could he have known he'd moved prisons?
I didn't know he'd moved prisons.
I don't know.
Four times. All within this last year.
Nothing before that.
I've never liked that Neil. He's spineless.
And Clare, for God's sake.
You see, she's the same. Is she? Weak.
What am I going to do?
Well, you're not overreacting, which is good.
Shit.
Can I do anything?
No.
Do you want to go home? No.
I might ask for this Saturday off, though.
What are you doing?
What am I doing? What are you doing?
That's your... Is that your lock?
No, this is my lock.
Some dickhead's chained us bikes together. What?
Ah, boys, there you are.
You not racing off today?
Somebody's chained us bikes together...sir.
Oh, what a shame.
So, while you're here, you're both in detention.
What for? Did you do this? You know perfectly well what for. A week.
Lunchtime detention. What have I done?
I'm not arguing about it.
It was him. I never said owt. I was just with him.
And yet... Oh, yeah!
You ran off.
Because you were chasing us in your car.
Look, I have warned you before
about what thin ice you are skating on, motormouth.
So if I were you, I'd shut it.
Take your punishment like a man.
I know it's a bit of a leap,
but use this in future to think about what comes out of this.
Piss off, you twat! What did you say?
Talking to us like six-year-olds.
Maybe it's because you behave like you're six year old!
Yeah, up your arse. Right, that's it! You're off the football team!
You can't do that, sir!
Good. I don't care. I've resigned off it anyway cos it's shit!
I'm not having that! You come back here now!
It was me, sir. Yesterday.
I said it. Punish me!
It's not even worth being on! It's the shittest team I've ever seen!
You just can't stop yourself, can you?
They play like a load of little girls! It's an embarrassment!
You can't kick him off the football team, sir.
It's the only thing he's any good at!
Do you not want your bike back, then, Cawood?
Swivel!
What have I done to him?!
Right. It sounds like his bookshelf's just gone over,
so...that'll be that little telly you gave him smashed.
I'd come round and help, but there's only me and Lexie on
till Marie turns up.
No, you're all right. I just wanted to share the joy.
I don't know exactly what's gone on,
but I think that games teacher's a funny beggar.
May well be.
But if it is escalating and our Ryan's
saying stuff he shouldn't,
then he is going to get into bother.
He's trying to get t'door off its hinges now.
You want to put him on? I'll try and have
a quick word with him. No, he's... He won't come to t'phone.
He hasn't threatened to hurt you, has he? No!
He's called me a drug-addled piss artist,
but I'm trying not to take it personally.
I'm trying to remind myself
that it's the anger speaking and not
him just being a repulsive little shit.
Love, I'm going to have to go.
As soon as Marie gets here, I'll phone you,
and if you want me to pop round,
I will. OK.
What have I done?!
Bye.
Mm-hm. Can we bring anything?
Can we bring the dessert?
Oh, hang on.
Are we all right to go to Zainab and Farhan's
on Friday evening? They got the decking finished.
15 grand.
Yeah, we'll be there. Hi, Dad. Hiya. You all right?
Just figuring out how I'm going to pay for the new decking
your mother will be requiring shortly. How come?
Probably just as soon as she comes off the phone.
Even though there's nothing wrong with the deck...
Her sister's got some. Auntie Zainab? Cool!
There is water in the tap, you know.
What? Nothing. Yeah, but it doesn't taste t'same.
It does! It's water. It tastes exactly the...
..same...
Great! Mm-hm.
Clare and Neil? No way.
What are you going to do?
I don't know. I haven't decided yet.
Could it be...
Well, not them?
Somebody using their names for some reason?
I don't know. Yeah, well, I wondered that, but no.
Every visit's coincided with when I've been working Saturdays,
so, no, it'd be too much of a coincidence. It's them.
You know, and this is the bloke that's up in court
next week for another murder, and Clare knows that.
We've even talked about it.
Ask her.
No. No, I'm not going to ask any of them anything.
I'm going to watch them. I'm going to observe.
And come Saturday, I'm going to follow 'em,
and...I don't know. I don't know.
You can't avoid 'em.
Well, I can't avoid 'em, you're right.
She's in there. She rang me, and that's another saga.
He's had a spat with his bloody games teacher
and got himself chucked off his football team.
Is that that Gary Gackowski murder
Royce is in court for next week?
Yeah. Why? What do you know about it?
Oh, it's just...something I'm working on.
You're around tomorrow?
Well, I'm working, but I can be.
Why?
Want to meet up?
For a cup of tea or something.
Catch up...
..properly.
Yeah, can do.
Come on. Bed.
Hiya.
Why aren't you in bed?
It's five to 11. He's got school tomorrow.
I've been kicked off t'football team
for something I didn't even do.
So I understand, and then you trashed your bedroom. He did, yeah.
But we've tidied most of it up now, so... Oh, have you? Oh, good.
Well, that'll teach him. That's a good message.
Trash your bedroom and your Auntie Clare'll
tidy it up for you. I helped him
because he calmed down and then he apologised.
So, what's happened, then?
Hepworth. He's a twat. Oh, swearing!
So if I ring Mr Baines in the morning
and if I ask for an appointment with him,
we explain what's happened, that you've had a spat
with Mr Hepworth, that's going to be your defence, is it?
He's a twat?
He's chased us in his car, on us bikes.
And then he's chucked me off t'team. For nothing? Yeah.
Cesco shouted, "Have you had your oats, sir?"
which is what started it, but...
Yeah. And nothing else was said?
Yeah... Well, yeah,
quite a lot else was said, but I didn't start it.
I DEFINITELY didn't start it.
I can't think about this now. Go to bed. Yeah, but... Bed.
Come on, you get your stuff. I'll drive you home. It's OK. I can walk.
All right.
Right, OK. Well,
I'll love you and leave you.
There's half a moussaka in there,
just wants warming up.
Thanks.
Can't walk home on her own! It's dark. It's fine.
It's only round the corner.
And up the hill.
Drunks will be out.
You had a bad day?
No, it's been very quiet.
I've been able to catch up on my paperwork.
Text me when you get in.
Right.
Night-night.
Ta-ta, love. Bye. Night-night.
Well, who's rattled your cage, Grandmother?
Bed.
Just getting some water.
You're smoking?
It's bad for you, smoking.
So I believe.
Why are you in a funny mood?
I'm not.
What will I do if you do go off in that...
..thing to the Himalayas?
I don't know.
What would you like to do?
Come with you.
You don't want to be hanging out with me. You're 16.
I told him to shove his team up his arse. But...
..that were only after he started talking to me
like I was about six.
Yeah, well, like I say, let's sort it out tomorrow
if you want to get back on the team.
Do you want to get back on the team?
Yeah.
Be better if he weren't such a dickhead, though.
Well, dickheads are a fact of life.
Anywhere you look, there'll be a dickhead.
Better get used to it.
Night-night.
Love you.
The trick is to negotiate your way around 'em...
..without 'em even realising you think they are a dickhead.
Yeah.
And then revenge is a dish best served cold.
I've got it all ready for you.
Just popping out for a sec.
Faisal!
Hiya.
Have you got five minutes?
I thought he was going to kill me. I think, one day,
he will kill me, and no-one will even notice.
I've got to get out of there, Faisal. Yeah. Well, yeah.
And the girls. I couldn't leave without the girls. Course not.
It's happened before, this.
There's usually some lad at school.
He...gets a fixation, an obsession,
and he'll pick a fight with them, basically,
to get their attention.
Pick a fight, knock their confidence, then be the person
that picks them up and turns their life around.
And then...God knows what.
They're usually kids that haven't got
any proper parenting going on at home.
But during this phase, he gets all edgy
and then he gets handy with his fists
and takes it out on me.
Thing is, when we first...
When you started helping me,
you did say you might be able to help me get a little flat,
or something. So me and the girls,
we could get out of there. Did I? Yeah!
Well, I might have suggested it
as an idea for you to think about, but I don't....
It isn't something I could pay for.
Is that... Is that what you...?
What I thought? Yeah, that is what I thought.
I thought that you were wanting to help me.
No, Joanna, I couldn't afford to do that!
It must have just been a suggestion. An idea.
Sorry if you thought... What, if I thought that you cared about me?
I do! I did. I do. But I can't afford to be buying a flat.
You said that you were thinking about speculating
in property... Yeah, but not... Not at the moment.
Definitely not at the moment.
Right.
These aren't my shops, you know?
I know you think they are.
I just manage this one and the one down at Elland.
It's Anisha's dad that owns them
and me and her sister, we just manage them.
And apart from that, money's just a bit tight at the moment.
Police will be charging me with something
when that diazepam comes back from the lab,
and then they'll be leaning on me again
to say where I got it from.
You know, I'm not making threats,
but they might not be happy with me just saying
I just found it behind some toilets this time.
Hey, Shaf! My interview was successful.
They want me to start my six-month attachment at CID next week.
Yeah. Yeah. I saw you tiddling about on your phone when
you're meant to be interfacing with a member of the public.
So, guess what?
You won't be able to boss me about
when you take over from Catherine.
I will. I'll still be a rank above you.
You won't, cos I'll be upstairs.
Yeah, but I will, cos I'll come and find you
just to give you orders. CID!
- Say, "Well done, Ann." - Well done!
Sitting in an office all day, bending paperclips.
You're just jealous.
Yeah.
Not.
Oh, my God, Shaf. What?
Your ears! They've gone green. Is it envy?
Not everybody wants to be in CID, you know. Some of us
like being in uniform. Yeah.
And the rest. Hello, love.
I'm Acting Sergeant Shah. This is PC Gallagher.
You may have heard, sadly, somebody died yesterday
that lived in one of these flats behind here.
And we're just having a chat with everyone, just in case
you might have seen anything or heard anything.
Is that all right if we pop in?
Yeah, come in. Thank you.
Ta-ta.
I missed a call from you. How are you doing?
Well, I'm on a house-to-house down Elland, so...
Have there been any developments?
No.
Have you said anything?
Nope.
Have you still got time for a cup of tea today?
Yeah, I've got a meal break at one.
I wanted to ask you about this other thing.
What other thing?
I've been approached by this journalist from the Guardian.
He's developing a piece about organised crime links
to local government. He saw a piece
I wrote in the Yorkshire Post last year,
and he's asked me to do
some digging for him on Darius Knezevic.
Oh, OK.
And I thought
half an hour with you might be a good place to start.
Yeah, well, I can tell you everything you need to know
about that sleazy twat.
Course, these days, he behaves like butter
wouldn't melt up his arse.
And of course, I can't tell you everything,
because if I did know everything, he'd be in prison,
and for a not inconsiderable period of time.
Do you know he's standing for election onto Bradford City Council?
Oh. Well, West Yorkshire. But...
..that can't happen, surely.
What, are you serious?
You do know they elected one of the biggest liars
and tax dodgers in history to be the so-called leader
of the free world across the pond not so long since?
Richard, I'm going to have to go. Where do you want to meet up?
You decide. Text me.
Catherine...?
Alison?
Catherine.
Cawood.
I thought I'd seen your name on the box as a newly released.
How are you?
I'm all right.
I'll give you a hand. Where are you going with it? No, you're fine.
Don't be daft. Which one is it?
Thanks. It's just down here.
What are you lot doing here? Is it about that woman?
Yeah, it's just a bit of house-to-house.
You got five minutes?
Yeah.
I've got a settee to go with this in the back of the van.
If you do want to be useful, then there'll be summat to sit on.
Very enterprising.
Week out of prison and you've got wheels?
I lost everything else.
The farm was only ever on lease, so no chance.
One of the neighbours let me leave this in his yard
and he's kept it ticking over.
Well, his dickhead son has.
And he's knackered the clutch.
Spent the last three years at Aldborough. Open prison. Ah.
I learned how to do highlights.
And to drive a forklift truck.
Got me licence to drive a forklift truck.
Don't ask me to do your hair. You'll regret it.
Who's your probation officer?
Carol Sewell. Do you know her?
She drinks.
She turns up half-cut
or doped up to her eyeballs on anti-anxiety meds.
She comes here, tells me her problems,
and then she toddles off somewhere else
before I can tell her any of mine.
Where are you working?
Ramsden's Ready Meals on the industrial estate down here.
They supply all t'big supermarkets.
It's money. If you hear of anything else going, give us a shout.
I'll keep me ear to the ground.
Make a few phone calls, and...
Will you?
Yeah, sure.
So what's happening with this lass in the flat upstairs?
She came out of a window. What, like suicide? Drugs? Was she pushed?
Who knows?
You see, that pisses me off.
Look at this.
These windows aren't meant to open so far.
Everything's bust.
And behold, no sprinkler system.
And even if there was a sprinkler system,
chances are it wouldn't work. Shall I tell you why?
Government contracts are very lucrative,
so everyone wants them, including -
surprise, surprise - criminals.
So...
So, you're saying these window fittings where this girl died
were all from a dodgy source?
Well, I've no idea where they're from.
What I'm saying is, it's not impossible.
So...
..these companies spring up and put on the hard sell,
and then when there's a problem with the product,
which inevitably there is, because it's shit,
where's the company gone?
Disappeared, winked up, fucked off.
That'll be the Knezevics. Moved on to the next scam.
So how do... If it is the Knezevics, say,
how do they get the contract in the first place?
Is there no due diligence? Course,
but it's not impossible that whoever's making the decisions
is bent or compromised, or the criminal shows them
a quality product that works and does the job,
but then when they supply them,
it looks for all the world the same, but it isn't.
It's rubbish. But people only find that out when it fails.
And this is on top of all the drug-running
and people-trafficking and... Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. It just goes hand in hand.
CID took down this fella in Huddersfield last year -
he was connected to something like 58 different businesses.
No! Yeah. How many CID hours
do you think that took to wade through?
And of course, it's all about laundering money in the end
and there's still any number of ways to do that despite
the banks tightening things. So, yeah.
Yeah, they still have their car washes and their nail bars
and their newsagents and their restaurants
and their lap-dancing bars, yeah.
Under the viaduct in Sowerby Bridge.
Remember that?
They call themselves businessmen.
They've got their finger in any number of dirty little pies,
and it's naive to think that
they won't infiltrate local government.
That's exactly what he's doing in Bradford now.
It's all part of how they operate.
It's how they keep themselves informed.
It's how they hide in plain sight.
Do you know...
..anything about a rumour
Darius Knezevic is connected to this murder
that Tommy Lee Royce is in court for next week?
I've heard things.
They'll never nail it onto Darius Knezevic.
He's too clever.
You do know this could be dangerous, don't you?
Yeah. For you.
If you get too close.
Right, I better be off.
It's just a chance to work on something proper.
Something that can make a difference.
Yeah, go for it. It needs doing.
Just be careful who you talk to
and how much you tell them about yourself.
So what's the story about this girl that died, then,
in this flat in Elland?
She came out of a fourth-floor window.
Division went in and found boxes and boxes and boxes
of cash, tens of thousands of pounds. Drugs?
She'll have been cuckooed. That'll be the Knezevics.
They can't launder money fast enough,
so what do you do with it? Where do you put it?
You hide it in somebody else's place,
somebody who ain't got a clue
what's going on and couldn't do a fat lot about it if they did.
Fucking hell, now what?
Oh, shit. School.
Hello.
Is that Catherine? It is.
It's David Baines over at Elm Wood.
Mr Baines, how's yourself? I don't suppose
you might have time to pop into the school?
What, now? Yes, if that's possible.
Well, I can, as it happens, I'll be passing that way.
But I'm on duty, so I'll have to be brief.
What's occurred?
I'll be in court next Tuesday.
Because you shopped me
to the police all those months ago.
But I want you to know...
..I forgive you.
May the Lord be with you.
Chips or mash?
Er...
You going to hurry up, or what?
Fucking doing?
Enough! Enough.
I'm not sure that's necessarily the case.
I know his grandmother often works shifts.
It'll be too much time left to his own devices, then.
And there's no father, is there? Not as far as I know.
Now what?
Oh, my God.
Did you have to come dressed like that?
Shall I let him know you're here, Mrs Cawood?
Yes, you can, love, thanks. Is that a gun?
Thought police weren't supposed to have guns in this country.
It's a Taser, you twit. They let you loose with one of them?
Yeah. Why wouldn't they? Aren't you a bit old? In.
Ta, love.
Ah, Catherine. Thanks for popping in.
Mr Baines.
Mr Hepworth. How's your wife?
Yeah, she's... She's...
She's very, very, very...
She's all right, thank you.
Good.
So, what's the charge?
Would you like to sit down?
Ryan?
So, as I explained on the phone,
Mr Hepworth believes it was Ryan who damaged his car.
Did you?
No. Do you know who did?
No. Has anyone talked to you about someone touching
Mr Hepworth's car? No.
Show me your hands.
What's in your pockets? Nothing.
Have you asked him to empty his pockets? I can't do that.
Stand up. Empty your pockets.
Really?
Do you know when the damage occurred?
Well, between when I parked the car there this morning
and when it was brought to my attention
by another member of staff at dinner time.
And who has access to that area during the day?
Well, everyone.
But...
Any CCTV?
Er, not covering that area, no.
So, what's led you to believe it was Ryan?
Only that he and I had an altercation yesterday.
And I'm not accusing him. I thought you were.
I'm sorry. I thought that's why I was here.
Well, I thought...
I'm sorry, Mr Hepworth. I thought you were.
Well, someone's done it.
Right. Well, if you want me to write a police report, I can...
No, I don't think we need to go down that route,
do we, Mr Hepworth? Well, actually, I can't,
because if you are accusing Ryan,
another officer needs to deal with it.
No, I just asked you in as his grandmother, really, not as...
Although to be absolutely honest with you,
you'll need more evidence
than the fact that you've had an altercation with him.
And even then, we're not really talking about
criminal damage, are we? If the tyres had been slashed
and it was indelible marker pen,
then yeah, we would be. But they weren't, so it isn't.
And can I ask you, Mr Hepworth, are you quite certain
in your own mind that you haven't made an assumption
it was Ryan precisely because you did have this altercation
with him yesterday? This was the altercation
about Ryan using unacceptable language.
See, this is why it in't adding up to me, because...
..last night, Ryan, well...
He was emotional, certainly.
But when he got over being emotional,
he was talking about apologising to Mr Hepworth
for saying something he shouldn't have done
in the hope of getting back on the team. Now, to my mind
that in't consistent with him daubing up his car.
Back on the team?
The football team. That's what the altercation was about.
No, it was about me being blamed for something
which Cesco said, which Cesco admitted,
and then he tried to chase us
on us bikes in his car. No, I didn't.
Can't you arrest him for that?
Did you drive on the kerb? No. Pleased to hear it.
Why don't we do a bit more finding out?
See if we can find anyone who saw something.
And then hopefully we can find a solution that allows Ryan
to get his place back on the team, if that's what he wants
and Mr Hepworth agrees.
Is that what you want, Ryan?
Yes, sir.
Well, I'm sorry, Catherine. I hope I haven't wasted your time.
No. Like I say, I was passing.
You get your bike back? Yeah.
Well, that was weird. Hepworth is weird. I kept telling you.
You know Mr Baines rang me like you'd been caught red-handed,
and then not a scrap of evidence.
I bet Hepworth did that himself to his car
to get me into trouble.
Should have made him turn his pockets out.
By the way, I didn't do it,
No, I know you didn't. How?
Because I've seen how you draw a cock and balls when we play
Picture Consequences, and it's nothing like that.
Did you have a good day? Yeah.
- What's all this mess? - What mess?
Right. I'm just off up to the driving range, girls.
Mummy?
Mm?
Why doesn't Daddy like you?
I called in the shop. Your little assistant
said you'd be here.
Did you find time to look up flats on the internet?
Yeah. Jo, I... Seriously, I can't afford
anything like that at the moment.
I mean, you know, if he's knocking you about,
you ought to go to the council and ask for a flat. Yeah.
Yeah, I think you should do that.
They won't give me anything.
I'll go on a list. People wait years.
Do you really think that's where I want Florence and Poppy
to grow up? Is that where you'd want your kids to grow up?
Do your parents know what he's like?
They don't bother with me. Why?
I think I might kill him.
Well, yeah, certainly that would solve some problems.
Might create a few new ones.
I should be allowed to get divorced.
Except he'd win. He'd win everything.
He'd get the girls, he'd get the house, all of his pension.
Why would he win? Because that's what he's like.
He always has to win.
But if he just wasn't there,
we could just live there.
Me and the girls. And my God, my life would be so easy.
What would you live on?
Fresh air.
How would you pay the mortgage?
I don't know. I don't care.
I might get away with it.
People know what he's like. That policewoman did.
She was nearly begging me to shop him for coercive control.
Why didn't you? Because you said you were going to help me.
And you know, as soon as all that officialdom kicks in,
they can take your children off you like batting an eyelid. So...
I don't know.
Maybe I should go talk to her.
I'm going to have to talk to
one of them anyway when those drug results come back.
I'm being blackmailed.
That's why it's a struggle
to help you out just at the moment.
These lads came into the shop.
One of them got me in my little consulting room and he had a gun.
They want 1,800 quid a week, or...
Are you joking?
They're organised. They threatened to hurt my family. Shit. Yeah.
Well, can't you go to the police?
How?
When I've been helping people like you?
As soon as they start sniffing around, they're going to
lift the lid on stuff I shouldn't have been doing. So they've got me.
I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I can't.
Rob knows it was you who gave me that diazepam.
How?
I told him.
Shit. Joanna!
I didn't want to.
But you know, when someone's wanting to know stuff
and they're punching the crap out of you until you tell them...
Why didn't you make something up?
I did to start with, but...
I have thought about how I'd do it.
If I did kill him.
He drinks.
Despite all his healthy body, healthy minds stuff,
Friday night, he drinks himself into a massive stupor.
And I've often thought
if I could just get hold of some ketamine
and drop it into his drink,
then I could put a cushion over his face.
Or an injection.
If you inject air into someone's bloodstream.
Is that true? That it'll kill them?
Yeah. I think if you got air in your bloodstream,
you wouldn't be finding a lot to laugh at.
Perhaps you can help me with that, then.
If you can't help me with a little flat.
I don't handle ketamine, Joanna.
It's not a prescription drug.
Well, something else, then.
You're a chemist.
This is very kind of you.
I'm decluttering. Anything you don't want,
just drop back in the box and I'll put it on Freecycle.
No, I think I can use all this.
Thanks.
Got you an interview for a job.
When?
It's driving a forklift truck.
No way!
Yeah, you've to ring that number, give them your name
and then they'll book you in. Nevison Gallagher? Yeah.
Industrial refrigeration. It's on the same
industrial estate as Ramsden's, down here. Oh, I know.
If there's ever anything I can do for you,
you will let me know, won't you?
Yeah, well, actually - and this isn't why I've done it
so do say no if it's not convenient, but...
..if I leave you my little Ford...
..could I borrow your truck for a couple of hours on Saturday?
As long as you're not doing owt dodgy in it.
I'm only out on licence.
Dad! Avinash is having driving lessons.
Can I get driving lessons? How much are they?
An arm and a leg. For my birthday?
Dad! Hmm? Oh. We'll have to see. What do you mean?
I mean, we'll have to see.
Have you been following my son
as well as my daughters?
I only ask because I'd love to know what the little sod
gets up to when he's supposed to be at school.
What's his name?
Tahir.
You haven't got a son, Faisal.
You try and fuck with me again
and I will prove to you
that I know your daughters better than you do.
Especially that eldest one, eh?
Next week, yeah? Oh, and it'll be Thursday, not Wednesday.
I'm getting married on Wednesday.
You not going to congratulate me?
Congratulations.
Nice.
And next week, cos you tried to fuck with me, I want this
plus another 1,500. No, I can't do that. Oh, you can.
You'd be silly not to. I told you, the police might be onto me.
How?
Hmm? Eh?
How?
This...woman I gave a few pills to got arrested,
and the pills were confiscated by the police.
And she's not told them where she got them from,
but I worry that she will.
She has to go back when the tests on the drugs come back.
And I worry...that she's flaky
and that she could say anything,
and she reckons she's told her husband, and he could, too.
Well, sort them out.
Both of them.
How?
That's not my problem.
And if it becomes my problem, well, like I say...
..wouldn't take much to persuade me to go say hello
to that eldest one of yours.
See you Thursday.
Where are you going? Football.
You back on t'team? Yeah.
He asked me yesterday. Last minute. Only cos
he couldn't find anyone else daft enough to do it.
Was he all right wi' you? Yeah.
Can I eat this pizza cold?
Yeah, why not?
Who are you playing?
I mean, I won't die from...
..cheese poisoning? I doubt it. Who are you playing?
Hipperholme. There or here?
Here. Clare and Neil are taking me,
cos I thought you were working this Saturday.
Well, I was supposed to be, but I'm not now, so...
Do you want me to come?
You don't have to. I texted Clare about it last night
and she was fine with it.
So, we might drive into Leeds and look at some shops, so...
..you can play with your Land Rover. Love you! See ya. Bye.
Hiya.
How are you doing?
He's playing football. They should be finishing any time,
then they're reckoning they're going to Leeds shopping, so...
..I don't know.
I forgot to tell you, because the clutch is knackered,
you need to double declutch when you go up the gears.
OK.
Otherwise it pops into neutral.
OK.
And then you get honked at by a twat behind.
OK.
Do you know how to double declutch?
Oh, yeah. I was born in 1966.
I remember when cars didn't always go. Memories!
They're on the move. I'm going to have to go, Alison. Good luck. Ta.
Oh, I stink. Has anyone got any wet wipes?
There might be some in there.
What, in here? Mm-hm.
No, can't see any.
Oh, you're all right. I forgot I had this.
Jesus, Ryan! Oh, bloody 'ell, lad. You must smell like
a poke of monkeys, needing to douse yourself in chemicals like that.
Oh...
See you later, love. See you in a bit.
Shit.
Hiya.
Where are you?
Leeds.
Leeds?
I'm in a coffee shop. Are you?
They wanted to look round Game,
and they can spend hours in there, them two,
and it bores me rigid, so I come and get a cup of coffee
and let them fill their boots.
How was the football?
Well, they lost, but they did very well.
Yeah?
3-0.
So, that's really not that bad for them.
He did a couple of good dives and he saved one or two,
you know, when he stopped talking long enough to concentrate.
Anyway, what can I do you for?
Nothing, really. I was just...
..ringing to find out how you'd gone on.
Oh, you mean with that Hepworth?
Er...
..he were fine.
There were no incidents, no nasty comments.
Not that I know of. I didn't see much of him, to be honest.
What did you say to him?
Nothing much.
I think Ryan's little old granny
turning up dressed like RoboCop didn't compute,
so his undercarriage fell off.
You at a loose end?
No.
I hate Leeds.
Do you?
Don't know why we come. I'd rather be at home.
Mm.
Is there owt else?
Only I've got a moderately interesting looking sandwich
staring at me and it won't
get out of its bit of packaging all by itself.
No.
No, I was just...
Yeah, wondering how you'd gone on.
So, I'll see you when I see you.
Yep.
When you get back from Leeds.
OK. Ta-ta.
Bye-bye.
Hiya.
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# In this trouble town
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# Stuck in speed bump city
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