(Chatter) (Laughter)
- Nice to see you.
- Jimmy!
- All alone and no one to talk to, eh?
- Terry?
- What are you doing here?
- Having a drink.
Not a lot else to do in a drinking club, is there? Mind if I? Don't.
Nige is just out there.
I know.
I've been walking past him all night.
- He's too plastered to notice.
- He'll notice if he sees you with me.
You know, it's funny, I've been trying to bump into you for weeks, down the shops, everywhere.
- Come in for a drink, and here you are.
- He'll skin you alive if he sees you.
You'd better go, love.
I want to see you again, Gail.
I want you back, and the kid.
Right? Oh, great! You've changed your mind now, eh? It's too late.
- Who's looking after her tonight?
- A friend of mine.
You're lying.
You've left her in.
Right? Go on, sling your hook.
Go on, on your way.
Hey, you want to get some breakfast down you before school, eh? Later.
Mary, you can't keep stringing me along.
- This is some sort of stupid joke.
- What do you take me for? You've been looking run
-down.
I thought I'd offer to take you out, cheer you up.
- Honestly?
- Yeah.
- I didn't say it, but it's what I meant.
- OK.
- Great.
- How does breakfast sound? Brilliant.
- Come on, Susie, this ain't fair!
- Why won't you tell us?
- Cos I won't.
- Are you guessing where she's going? Yes.
Talk about Megan's trip to Cheltenham.
- It's more interesting.
- No, it ain't.
- Who told you?
- Duffy.
- You can't keep a thing to yourself here.
- She can.
- He must be special if she ain't telling.
- I wish he was.
I love Cheltenham, so clean and peaceful.
I'll tell Ted that, cos if he moves there, he may need a new wife.
- Oooh! Coffee?
- Yeah.
- You jammy git.
- Nonsense.
- I bet you don't get anywhere.
- That doesn't matter.
The bet was to get her to go out.
That's what I've done.
Now, if she fancies a bit of magic de noir, that's my business and her bonus.
Don't be disgusting.
Dr Tomlinson is way out of your league.
You're just a bunch of sore losers.
Sore losers and slow payers.
Charlie, get your hand in your pocket.
Five quid.
- I can't.
I'm a bit short.
- Forget the anatomy lesson.
Pay up.
Tonight.
ErI have to go to the bank.
Oh, Dr Tomlinson.
- Cup of coffee?
- No thanks, Kuba.
It's all quiet.
I'll put my head down for five minutes.
Fine.
She's obviously saving her energy.
She'll need to, mate.
She'll need to.
I give you everything, but oh, no, that ain't good enough for you.
What's the matter? Still trying to work out who the dad is? Is that why you were blagging Terry up, is it? Reckon he might be the dad? Well, I tell you something, girl, if he is, she's going to be an orphan!
- Now, where'd you hide it?!
- No! Nige, you don't need it! It won't be just a few years this time.
Well, I might as well go down for something worthwhile.
Where is it? Please, Nige! There ain't no need! What do you think, then, Tony? Can you do anything? Well, I'll try, but you know my problem, don't you, Duffy? What? The way you explained things to me, Peter's not exactly what we describe as a missing person.
But I haven't seen him for over a week, Tony.
Nobody has.
I've rung round.
It don't mean he's missing though.
It means he prefers his own company.
He told you he wanted to be on his own.
You won't tell me why? He's not a danger to himself or the public, and he hasn't committed a crime, has he? No.
No.
Well, then, there's not a lot we can do.
I'd like orange juice with grapefruit segments to follow, please.
Oh, you do porridge! I'll have a bowl of that as well, please.
I'm not usually like this.
I'm just so hungry this morning.
Then kedgeree, devilled kidneys, croissants and toast, brown if you've got it.
Oh, and buck's fizz and coffee.
What do you want, darling? Ted?
- What are you doing?
- Oh, hello, love.
I'll only be a minute.
That's all I need.
Oh, it's been a long day, eh? There we are, then.
How about that, eh?
- What is that?
- Well, it's a picnic basket.
I thought we could take a picnic, you know, Cheltenham.
Ted, I have been working all night.
That's all right, I'll make it.
It is the middle of winter! Look, why a picnic? Why not? Oh
- So, how much did you win on me?
- What? Oh, come on, Cyril.
You drop your act and I'll drop mine.
Why do you think I made you bring me to the most expensive hotel in Holby? I heard you collecting your winnings this morning.
You're lucky I didn't smack you one, and the rest of them.
All right, it's a fair cop, but it's not my fault.
Society is to blame.
That and the fact that we didn't have any punters for two hours.
And you thought I needed cheering up? Huh! I almost fell for that.
Cheers.
(Dialling telephone) Ah, hello, Kate.
It's Mr Plimmer here.
Is Mrs Straker busy? She's out? (Whispering) Of course, Louise.
Just a minute.
Thanks.
Yes, of course.
Louise, dinner.
- Oh, sorry, Kate, I
- (Dialling tone)
- Hello?
- Oh, hello, love.
- Is Terry in by any chance?
- No, he's not.
I'm sorry.
Is it about the concert you're all going to?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
It's tonight, innit?
- Yes.
Tezza invited me, but he's got my ticket, so I don't know when it starts.
- It's at the Russell Club.
- Yeah, I know that, but what time?
- I think they're going down about nine.
- Could you tell Tezza I'll meet him there?
- What's your name, then?
- Nigel.
Nigel Stevens.
Oh, could you give him another message for me?
- Yes?
- Tell him when I see him, I'm going to cut him blood! Right? You get that? Right?
- It's great, innit?
- What?
- Well, the park.
- Oh, yes.
- Well, it's peaceful, I'll say that for it.
- Yes.
There was a graveyard, Ted.
Do you think there's going to be enough business to support a car
-hire firm? This is a park.
The town centre was busy enough.
It wasn't that busy, Ted.
- Well, maybe it was half
-day closing.
- On a Friday? OK, so, what are we going to do? Have the tea first, see the garage first?
- Let's have the tea first.
- Lovely.
Oh, yes.
When we've had our tea, we can throw what's left to the ducks.
Oh, Ted, what have they ever done to us? Look, Megan, erm when we see this garage, you're going to have to sort of use your imagination.
Oh, yeah? How much? A bit.
It needs a spot of work.
A hole in the roof, that sort of thing.
- How big?
- Well, that big.
Ted, oh, Ted! Smashing site, innit?
- Look, come here, Ted.
- Yeah? Should you not be on the main road? No.
Most of our business will come in by phone.
Once we get a number, we can put cards through every door in town.
That should keep you busy for an hour or two.
- Oh, Megan.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Look, it's It's lovely.
It is, it's lovely.
This has got to stop, Terry.
What have you been up to this time?
- Nothing, Mum.
- (Door opening) Yo!
- All set for the thrash, then?
- (Sobbing) What's up? Right, what's going on, then? Remember that bloke, Stevens? Went off with my Gail?
- Yeah.
- He's giving her a rough time, so Oh, my heart bleeds.
Terry, it ain't none of my business, but I'd say you're well out of it.
I asked her to come back.
Oh, very bright.
Ma's going to be well pleased about that.
That's what all the tears were about, then.
Sort of.
I had a run
-in with him down Palmer Street.
You berk.
What did you go down there for? A drink.
I didn't know Stevens was going to be there, did I?
- You do him?
- Give me a break! I'm bound over, aren't I? You want me to go down or what? Your life.
- I want you to do him for us.
- Oh, no.
- No way, Terry.
- Come on, Jimbo!
- You know I wouldn't ask normally.
- If you want a fight over some tart that's up to you, but leave me out of it, right?
- She ain't no tart.
- What are you two arguing about? Oh, the usual.
If it ain't money, it's women with this lairy git.
Look, Terry, I'm telling you, I've already done one turn cos of you.
I ain't going to risk my neck defending that one.
- It don't concern her now, though, do it?
- What do you mean? He's been round here.
Stevens, threatening the old girl.
Oh, he has, has he? Well, that's big and brave of him.
I saw him, see, now, Jimbo? He's a nutter.
Got to put him out of the game now, right? Right.
Do him tonight, after the gig.
The old girl thought he was a mate.
Told him where the do is, everything.
Well, we can do without him lurking round the Russell Club, right?
- All right.
Where does he live?
- Willow Bank.
( Heavy punk b*at) What do you look like?
- What do you think?
- Great.
What is it? It's the badge off the front of the car.
It's what they wear.
Is it? It would look better on the front of the car, don't you think? Great.
I hope you're not going to be grumpy all night.
I don't know how you talked me into this.
It's stupid.
Brilliant.
- (Music gets louder)
- Fun night this is going to be.
God, you had a nerve! What did Cyril do? I think he thought he'd have to phone his bank for an overdraft.
I'd have made him pay for the lot.
No, I couldn't.
Not in the end.
I've got to work with the guy, haven't I? Oh, Mary, I've got something to tell you.
The HIV was negative.
OK?
- Thanks for all the advice and that.
- That's great! When did you find out?
- Any chance of anyone starting work?
- Sorry, boss.
- (Sniggering)
- (Charlie) Right, so, we're all here.
OK, amaze us.
(Jimmy) What if it ain't the right house? (Terry) It is.
I'm sure.
All you've got to do is knock and ask for Mr Stevens.
This is stupid, Tez.
Look, if it isn't Stevens, I'll get out and shout you, right? No, no, I mean, look, why bother, eh? Let's leave it, right? Right? You ain't chickening out, are you, Jimbo?
- I don't chicken out, Terence.
- Right.
So let's do him, before he pops round again, right? (Terry) Oh, no
- Look at the state of her.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm going to do this bastard.
I'll do this bastard myself! No, you bloody don't! You're staying here! I'll do him, right? You'd only do something stupid.
I'll give him a Jimbo special.
- Yeah?
- Mr Stevens?
- Yeah.
You're a bit late, ain't you?
- Well, it's a special delivery, innit?
- OK, good night.
- Good night.
Oh, by the way, Cyril here's that fiver I owe you.
- Thank you.
- And you should know better.
Look, Cyril, about this morning, I don't want it to drag on, you know.
- We're quits, OK?
- Fine by me.
Great.
Great woman, that Mary, you know.
What? Yeah.
Hope it don't cause problems now we're dating.
- What?
- Me and Mary.
You what? She's just told me We wanted to play it cool at first, but we don't mind you knowing, you being her mate and that.
- On time.
This is a phenomenon.
- What? Oh, hello.
Ewart, this is Louise.
Louise, this is Ewart.
Hello.
Very nice to meet you.
I've been hearing a great deal about you.
I know.
I've heard nothing but Ewart this and Ewart that all day.
I tried to phone you.
Where have you been?
- I'm sorry about that.
- Everywhere.
Making up for lost time.
We haven't been shopping for years.
Well, you'll have plenty of chance from now on.
Right, let's get on with the serious part of the evening.
- Champagne, Ewart?
- Champagne? I don't mind if I do.
- Well, this is very nice.
- After all, it is a celebration, isn't it? Yes, yes, of course it is.
(Cork popping) ( Punk music) 'Scuse me, love.
- There you go, Jimbo.
- All right.
Ta.
Get that down you.
Good boy.
- Whoa!
- You all right, Jimbo? Yeah, all right, Russ.
Watch it, will you, mate? What's the matter? Don't you love me any more?
- Great, isn't it?
- As exciting as watching grass grow.
Especially with those delinquents.
- Are they for real?
- I think so.
I don't know how you talked me into this.
Oh, come on.
Stop being such a party pooper.
We're here now.
Thanks.
You're off for a year in France soon, aren't you? I was, but, erm something came up.
Is something going on that I don't know about? It's your news, not mine.
Despite the fact that Mum doesn't look old enough, she's going to be a granny.
Really? Congratulations.
I didn't even know you were married.
I'm not.
Go on.
I've heard it all before, son.
- Now, get out.
- Get off, you pig! Oi, nurse! Emergency.
Can you have a look at this? That looks deep.
Come straight through.
Could you give his details to the girl at the desk? Right.
That Nigel Stevens I seen dashing through?
- Who wants to know?
- Oh, just an old mate, you know? If you're such a mate, why don't you ask him? Yes, I might just do that.
Are you his girl? Oh, yes, I'd say you were.
Will he have to k*ll you before you call us? You wouldn't bother then.
No
-go area for you round our way, innit? Oh, unless you're vice squad, that is.
Picked up any nice skirt lately? Right, let's have a look.
How did this happen? Some gurt big kiddie dapped me one back at Dixie's.
- Did he? Any trouble breathing?
- No.
- What did he do it with?
- I don't know.
I didn't see nothing.
What sort of angle, then? From the front? From behind? I didn't see nothing! Stitch it up so I can get out of here! If you don't sit still, you're only going to make it worse.
We'll have to ask Mr Choudhary to look at this.
- Oh, if you're going to make a fuss.
- You want to bleed to death, that's fine.
If I was in your condition, I'd stay put.
Everything all right, Charlie?
- Fine, thanks, Tony.
- All right, Nigel?
- (Tuts)
- Do you know each other?
- Oh, I should say so.
We've nicked Nigel so many times, he's got his own mug, ain't you, babs? What's happened to you? Someone been picking on you? (Imitating) Some gurt kiddie dapped him.
Must have had a pointed fist.
You're getting slow in your old age.
Right, then, let's have some details.
After I've examined him, if you don't mind.
- I ain't reporting it.
- You should report it!
- If someone's att*cked you
- I didn't see nothing.
- You're going to sort it out, ain't you?
- How can I if I didn't see him?
- Go on, then, get yourself all cut up.
- Yeah, but not on our shift.
OK? Don't worry about a thing, Lorraine.
Push the button and you'll have more policemen than a Friday night vice ring.
- Hello, Megan.
- Oh, Marie! I was wondering when I'd see you again.
- You got a space for me?
- Well, not really.
It's getting a bit busy now, you see? God doesn't wait, you know, Megan.
It's nearly time.
(Megan) I'll get someone to see you shortly.
- Oi, where are you going?
- You shouldn't be walking around.
Leave it, Duff.
If he wants to do a runner, it's up to him.
I just bleeped Mr Choudhary.
He'll be well chuffed.
I still keep asking why My tune is wild and she's beneath me I'm looking after her She just don't know it but she's dreaming This time, I've gotta take her, gotta please her Any way I can I'd really love it now to feel her touch And love her like a man It seems in every way You fill my mind to take it over Jimmy! Jimmy! Hold on.
- Look, I'm outside.
All right?
- Right.
That's him.
Right.
Let him get away from the door or we'll have the whole club out.
Come on.
(Terry) Jimmy! Get out of here!
- Are you being silly, Ewart?
- No.
I wish you'd told me Louise was pregnant before I arrived.
- I thought it would be a nice surprise.
- It was a surprise all right.
You should have seen your face.
- I didn't know you were old
-fashioned.
- I'm not old
-fashioned.
I was thinking of suggesting that she came and lived here.
- What?
- Come on.
You were going to tell me what you think.
You're suggesting she leaves university and comes here? Well, yes.
Only if she wants to.
- What do you think?
- Well, she's your daughter.
I don't think she should abandon her studies.
Or her career.
She doesn't have to have the child, does she? What are you saying? (Dog barking) (Car engine revving) (Megan) Breathe deeply.
(Man) We'll soon have you comfortable.
- It's the only one open.
- I can feel it.
- I can feel it coming.
- All right, Anne
-Marie, out you come.
Charlie, I don't know about that.
- I'm halfway through labour.
- I need this cubicle.
On your bike.
I blame it all on the cutbacks! Time was when a woman could give birth in peace!
- (Terry) Ah! I'll do it myself!
- No, you won't mate.
- What was that about?
- That was one of our block bookings.
- It's all right, mate.
There you go.
- You've just met Anne
-Marie.
Oh, so that's her.
Right, what have we got? Hello.
Is this a Kn*fe wound I see before me? No.
Ah! I just fell on something sharp.
- Oh, yeah? What?
- I don't know.
You must have seen it.
It was dark.
I didn't have time to see what it was.
Does your stomach usually fall out when you fall over like that?
- What angle did this thing hit you from?
- I don't know! Ah! I mean, what is this? It's called finding the truth and offering a treatment.
I'll start again.
This is a Kn*fe wound, right? Yeah, all right, but I don't know who did it, all right? And I don't care.
Is Mr Choudhary down yet?
- No, not yet.
- Brilliant.
You're going to have a bit of a wait.
I need another doctor to look at this.
And I wouldn't think about doing a runner.
Your stomach will fall out if you do.
I'm saying you should consider suggesting it.
Certainly not! What's she going to think of me if I suggest an abortion? My daughter is a mess, largely my fault, but she had talents and wasted them.
- That's your daughter.
- Louise has a brain.
I hate to think
- That she'd be tied down with a child?
- Yes, if you like.
No, I don't like.
You've forgotten something, Ewart.
I had Louise when I was younger than she is now.
I left college to bring her up.
I'm fully aware of that.
It may have escaped your notice, but Louise has grown up into a very capable young woman, and, despite the fact that I wasted my life raising a child, I'm not doing too badly.
- Now who's being silly?
- I resent the suggestion that having a baby means the end of a useful life!
- I never suggested that!
- You got damn near! I'm only trying to put another point of view! Well, don't.
We'll sort ourselves out, thank you.
Fair enough.
Look, don't storm off.
I'm not.
Yes, you are.
Yes, well, you're right, it's nothing to do with me.
I think we should both calm down.
I'm going to the office to do some work.
- It's nearly midnight.
- Yeah.
Anyway, I thought you were staying the night.
Well, it's my choice.
That's what this argument's been about, hasn't it? Has it? I see.
Well, if you're going to play the martyr, I'll give you something to work on.
- What's this?
- The review of costing for the night security man you keep badgering me about.
- You've finished it?
- Yes, I've finished it.
What else is a lonely divorcée to do on her nights off? What are you doing, Nige? Let him be!
- What do you want to do? k*ll him?
- Why not?
- Look what he did to my neck!
- Rough him up, you said.
If I was you, I'd get that seen to and be on my way.
Look, you're on your own now! I were never here.
How are we doing? Listen, you know before, what I told that doctor?
- Uh
-huh?
- It wasn't the truth, right? Staggers back in amazement.
Don't tell me, you know who did it.
- Yeah.
- Well, I never.
Let me guess.
Now you want to get him back.
- Can I?
- No chance.
I can call the law in for you if you like.
Yeah, well, I think you better had.
You see, my little brother's still out there.
Ewart? What are you doing here?
- Couldn't sleep.
- I was just going to bleep you.
- Something interesting happened?
- Just a stabbing that needs looking at.
- Well, where's Mr Choudhary?
- Have a guess.
- Held up in theatre?
- Exactly.
( Loud punk music) Ah! Ah! Ah! (Screaming)
- You shouldn't have taken the glass out!
- Get an ambulance, quick!
- We haven't got time for that.
- Ah!
- What's up?
- Give me your keys.
- Get lost.
You're not driving.
- I'm in better shape than you.
Quick! She's been a right drag all night, she has.
- Get off!
- I can't! Just keep your arm up.
Hurry up!
- I'm going to die, ain't I?
- Don't be so stupid.
Keep your hand up.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Oi, nurse! Oh, it's you again.
You shouldn't have run off.
That is a bad wound.
I thought I'd be all right, but it started to bleed again.
Well, you know the way, don't you? Cubicle two.
I need an ambulance.
(Baby crying)
- Is Terry in?
- No, he's not.
What's wrong? He says he's done your Jimmy and when he comes home, he's going to do me! Oh, God! I knew this was going to happen! Come in.
I'll get the police.
They won't do nothing.
You've got to help me Mrs Mullett! I want it to stop.
They're gonna k*ll each other.
Hey, Shirl, look at this.
- I didn't know the night bus came here.
- It doesn't.
- What happened here?
- (Driver) He was right by my bus.
- It seemed like the best thing I could do.
- He's in a bad way.
We'll soon have you in here.
Excuse me! Thanks!
- (Shirley) Crash!
- Excuse me! 'Scuse! Charlie! Abdominal stabbing.
Very deep.
Ewart.
Crash room.
Anyone?
- Jimmy! Jimmy! Ah!
- (Ewart) Stay where you are.
Megan, will you look after this patient, please?
- Jimbo!
- He's not to get up.
- I've got to go.
- No, no, no, you're not to get up.
Stay there.
Do what the doctor told you.
Right, I've just got to do something else.
Don't move or it'll open up again.
- Nurse, how long am I going to be?
- Not long, I shouldn't think.
- There's no pulse.
- Call the crash team, someone.
Let's get a line into him.
Can I have a grey Venflon, please?
- Haemocell.
Cyril.
- Already there.
- Spot the veins now.
- Closing time, if you ask me.
- We've got a bit of a mess here.
- He's the third, Ewart.
- It's getting beyond a joke.
- Yobbos' night out.
I think he's got another in his back.
More holes than a sieve.
- Soaks.
Cyril.
- And an obs chart and a fluid chart.
- His pupils are dilated.
- I think we're onto a loser here.
OK? Susie! Susie! Excuse me.
Oh, my God! And if it isn't my old mate Terry Mullett.
- Getting all the old faces in tonight.
- I'll leave you to it.
(Kuba) Charlie! Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!
- Oh, Megan! Thank goodness!
- He fell on a beer glass.
- He's shocked.
Into crash.
- (Charlie) All right, what have we got? It's a spurter, Charlie, and he's unconscious.
We'll have to call it a day here.
- Susie, is he with you?
- I went to the Russell Club.
- He fell on a beer glass.
- You never went to that dump, did you?
- I thought it would be fun, OK?
- No wonder you didn't want to tell.
(Charlie) His pressure's in his boots.
- I'll ring the police.
- Tony Foley's in cubicle three, Ewart.
Oh, good.
Susie, do we know anything about this chap? No, Ewart, I'm not on duty.
I just brought in that Hold on.
He was at the Russell Club as well, making a right show of himself.
Not any more, he won't.
- Oh, Sergeant, got a minute?
- Yes, Doctor? I'm afraid our stabbing's turned into a m*rder.
Is that the other Mullett lad? You mean there are two of them?
- You've got the older brother there.
- Family argument? No, I don't think so.
Looks like the work of a nutter called Stevens.
He did a runner earlier on, so I hear.
He's got a wound in his neck.
Just here.
Then he must be back in.
We've got a neck wound in number two.
Oh, right.
I'll give the CID boys a shout and then I'll get my mate, (Loudly) and we'll make sure he doesn't leave again.
Thank you.
- Should I lay him out?
- No.
Just straighten him up.
Keep the lines in him for the coroner.
And save his clothes.
- All of them.
- They get upset if you tidy them up.
- Right.
- BP 70/20.
- Can I just push in?
- Hello? Are you feeling all right now? You're in hospital, OK? You're doing fine.
- What's his name, Susie?
- I don't know.
I've heard of a blind date, but this is crazy.
You could have asked his name.
He is not my date! I just saved his bloody life! (All) Ooh! Ah, Mr Choudhary, nice of you to join us.
(Kuba) Susie (Sobbing)
- Gordon Bennett! Are you OK?
- What's happened? Susie, are you OK? Look, why don't you all just go away and ignore me like normal? I'm just fine.
Susie, you don't look fine.
You're covered in blood.
Your boyfriend, is he all right? He's not my boyfriend, Kuba.
I just brought him in.
She brought a boy, bleeding badly.
Sometimes, I think the problem with this place is the non
-medical staff are just not appreciated.
Excuse me, please.
Nigel.
(Yelling)
- Watch his neck!
- What the hellâÂÂs going on?
- I think we've found our m*rder*r.
- Brilliant.
Now we know why he did a runner.
Watch his neck.
Sorry to interrupt, love.
CID.
We believe you've got a bloke called Stevens here.
Where is he? What's he done? You tell me.
- You relatives?
- Sort of.
Well, don't go away.
We might want to talk to you.
Susie! Susie!
- You'll need this.
- Thanks.
You did very well tonight.
You saved this boy's life.
- I know it.
- Nobody else seemed to think so.
But of course.
It is their job.
Susie, tell me something.
If, in the forest, the tree falls and nobody is there, does it make any sound?
- I don't know.
- I think it does.
How long before we can have him, Doc? Well, he needs surgery, I'm afraid, so quite a long time.
- Any chance of photos of the wounds?
- Yeah, sure.
We should have him sewn up in more ways than one by tomorrow, eh? This might have been avoided if you'd acted sooner.
Sorry? I'm just saying, if you hadn't encouraged him to sort it out by himself, we might not have a dead boy on our hands now.
(Laughing) Is this for real, Charlie? Come on, cock.
You could have cracked down on him sooner.
He didn't want to report it.
Did you want me to follow him home and tuck him in? The way I look at it is it might be extra work for you That's an understatement! Do you know what it's like to shove someone's stomach back in? Yeah, OK, so you get the messes to clear up, but remember, next time, the mess might be me.
With a bit of luck tonight we can tuck some of the vermin away for good.
And, to be perfectly honest, my love, I don't give a toss how they go.
I've got the mother of the dead boy, and his girlfriend in the interview room.
- Both of them?
- Yeah.
They came in together.
- You want to do the business?
- No.
But I will.
We want the girlfriend after you, if that's all right.
(Baby crying)
- (Sobbing)
- Try to drink this, Mrs Mullett.
I knew this would happen one day.
Hello again.
You know Nigel Stevens, don't you? He stabbed Terry's brother.
- That's not what he told me.
- Well, he's lying, ain't he?
- Would the Kn*fe prove it?
- Well, it might.
It's in our dustbin.
- Where's that, then?
- 9 Thatcham Close.
- It's on the Willowbank.
- Right.
Excuse me.
- Pity you didn't get on to me before.
- You wouldn't have done nothing.
- Oh, I might.
- Yeah.
Pigs might fly.
Oh, we can do lots of things.
If we put our minds to it.
It's all a game to you, innit? Big boys' games.
No, not me, my love.
It's you.
- You're the ones who's playing games.
- Not any more.
- All right, Romeo, get out here.
- What's the matter, Duffy? You know what's the matter.
You needn't think I believed you.
- I've just spoken to Mary, and she
- Come on, Duffy, you believed me.
Weren't you, deep down inside, just a little bit jealous?
- Oh, get lost.
- Duffy
- Duffy
- No, get off! Duffy, listen.
I've got to tell you this.
- I've been noticing you lately.
- Oh, yeah? Yeah, and there's this certain something about you that brings out this sort ofprimeval force in me.
- Mm
-hm?
- Mmm And tonight, when I saw your strawberry blonde hair, silhouetted against the fluorescent light, I just knew I had to tell you.
What?
- You've got split ends.
- Oh, you! Keep your hands off her, Cyril James! She's spoken for.
- Fancy a cup of coffee?
- (Cyril) What about me? How is Peter? I haven't heard you talk about him in ages.
Oh, he's fine.
Look, everyone, it's a girl.