["Speed Your Journey" playing]
♪ Oh, my country ♪
♪ So fair and so wretched ♪
♪ Oh, remembrance ♪
♪ Of joy and of woe ♪
♪ Golden harps of the prophets ♪
[Susan] Let's get
this dodgy wheel fixed, hey, Connor?
♪ Oh, tell me ♪
- Okay, are you ready?
- It's nearly there, boys.
♪ Why so silent ye hang from the willows ♪
♪ Once again sing the songs ♪
♪ Of our homeland ♪
♪ Sing again of the days ♪
- [blowing raspberry]
- [both laughing]
- That are past ♪
♪ We have drunk ♪
♪ From the cup of affliction ♪
♪ And have shed ♪
♪ Bitter tears of repentance ♪
-Oh inspire us, Jehovah ♪
- [boys exclaiming]
♪ With courage ♪
♪ So that we may endure to the last ♪
[squeals]
♪ May endure ♪
♪ To the last ♪
- [choir music fades]
- [breeze blowing]
[Sam] Oh, that was something.
- [kids exclaim]
- [cell phone rings]
- Yeah?
- [man] Oh, hello.
Am I speaking to Susan McIntyre?
Depends who's asking.
This is Graham Hind.
I'm an investigative journalist.
- I left a card and note through your door.
- Didn't see it. Investigating what?
Birth clusters of I think your son
I've discovered your son might be part
of a cluster of suspicious birth defects
Come on.
- Wait.
- I'm looking into what might have caused
[Susan] I already shouted about this.
They found nothing.
Yeah, but I've spoken
to three mums in Corby.
I think something might have poisoned
the water, or electromagnetic radiation
I got to go.
Due at the park. Good luck, Mr. Hound.
Hind.
[under breath] sh*t.
[plastic bag rustles]
Okay. Come on. We can't stay long,
else your ice creams will melt.
[boys cheer]
Wife wanted to know if you want
to come round for lunch. Or a drink?
That's, um That's kind of you.
She was guessing you don't have
much to do now your dad's gone.
Right.
Open the glove box.
- What?
- Glove box.
Pat and the lads had a whip round
in your dad's memory.
We all liked Len at the plant.
I don't want this.
- It's a gift. In his memory.
- Is it?
Until next time.
When it's not for my father in his memory.
And Pat needs something.
We were just trying to do something nice.
Put it back, then.
- I am sorry about your dad.
- Don't you f*cking dare.
[unsettling music playing]
[Pat] Welcome to the site
of Corby's Wonderworld.
Ted!
Get ready to have your big dipper dipped.
[suspenseful music swells, fades]
Why are you giving my address
out to people?
And my number.
You're not the Yellow Pages.
[dance music playing]
Are we talking about that journalist?
You know he came to me.
Because you were blabbing at the bar.
What's wrong with that?
Three mothers?
You found three?
Oi! Oi, no! No crisps when you're dancing.
If you spill them,
it's me who has to sweep the floor.
Pattie!
[hesitates] I weren't even looking, okay?
One came into the bar.
The other was at the baby singalong
Raymond puked at.
And the other's you.
Connor's got enough sh*t going on.
I've got enough sh*t.
I I can't get involved.
So don't.
But that is four of us, Susie,
all with the same thing, at the same time.
Look, he just wants to talk,
and you're good at talking.
Well, you're better than me anyway.
Bloke over there's staring at you.
His name's Max.
Is he thick?
[laughs] Don't know the half of it.
[dance music ends]
[both breathing heavily]
Right. Here are the rules.
You don't get to stay over,
and don't use my toothbrush.
It's pink and nice,
and I like it tasting of me.
- Jesus Christ, what ya got in there?
- You like it?
Not sure it won't give me a limp,
but we'll give it a go.
[Susan moaning softly]
[Connor] Mum!
[Susan panting, sighs]
- Oh, sh*t. Sorry. Keep that warm.
- [Connor] Mum!
[Connor groans]
- [Susan] Hey! What's wrong?
- [Connor] It's my hand.
Oh! Baby.
Okay, does it hurt?
- [Connor] Ow.
- Right. I'll go get your cream.
[laughs] Ooh! Very good.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
f*cking hell.
- Sorry.
- [Susan] Ah
[chuckles]
Right, let's get you back to bed.
He's just a mate.
Right, in we go.
Lay in bed.
Right
Right. It might be infected.
But it's probably just calming down
after the op, you know?
You know, the best thing
you can do is sleep.
And if it's not right by morning,
we'll go to the doctor's, okay?
[chuckling] Oh no. Now my mouth
tastes of your nasty cream.
Right, you go to sleep, yeah?
You need anything, you yell.
[kisses, gasps] Oh no. I did it again.
[chuckles]
Oh! I forgot to close your door.
Night, buddy.
[door closes]
Is he yours?
Uh, no, I found him at a supermarket
and brought him home with me.
[chuckles]
What's with the f*cked up hand?
Maybe you should go.
Well, no, I wasn't
My dad's got a dead arm.
Got it crushed at the steel plant.
Yeah?
I've got a headache now, you know, so
Mutants come and mutants go.
Go k*ll someone else
with that c*ck of yours.
Last chance.
Last chance? Really?
Jesus. Yeah, f*ck off.
[Max exhales]
[footsteps fade]
Still hot?
Yeah? Hey, come here.
You know, none of this is your fault.
I'm not even sure it's mine either.
["Lonely Soul" by Unkle playing]
Someone else
thinks it could be someone else's fault.
Someone from the newspapers.
Which is a bit
Which is a bit of a surprise, really.
God knows you're lonely souls ♪
God knows you're lonely souls ♪
Yeah, yeah ♪
[inhales sharply]
I believe there's a time ♪
And a place ♪
To let your mind drift
And get out of this place ♪
I believe there's a day ♪
And a place ♪
That we will go to ♪
And I know you wanna share ♪
There's no secret to living ♪
Just keep on walking ♪
There's no secret to dying ♪
Just keep on flying ♪
I'm gonna die in a place ♪
That don't know my name ♪
I'm gonna die in a space ♪
That don't hold my fame ♪
[coughing]
I believe there's a time ♪
When the cord of life ♪
Should be cut, my friends ♪
- [intense song fades]
- [chuckles]
Oh sh*t.
[grunting]
He just keeps going. He's like a bee.
Or a what are those bunnies
from the advert?
- Well, it's lovely to see.
- [grunts]
[doctor] I think it's worth
giving it another go.
The thing is, this'd be his third op.
They keep getting infected
and hurting him.
Connor, can you come over here
into the light?
I'll give you a lolly if you come here.
Now you've let yourself in for it.
- Two.
- Sorry?
Two lollipops.
I've only got one.
Three.
[chuckles] The kid can count,
you can give him that.
Well, three's my final offer.
Good boy.
You're a brave boy.
This is where we could attempt
the other skin graft. Just here, see?
When we've done that,
we'll probably be ready to take
the next toe up and give him some grip.
So that's at least another two ops?
Susan, in my line of work,
I frequently see those who are less lucky
than they should be.
Sometimes, these unlucky people
can't be helped.
Connor can.
[somber music playing]
- [energetic music playing]
- [indistinct, overlapping chatter]
[Roy] It's imperative that
[Sam] Roy. Roy. We need to talk.
- I've got some files. I'm concerned.
- Not now.
You're always concerned about something.
- I had to go on a f*cking litter pick.
- I was there.
Yeah. Because you wrote a column
in my Labour newsletter
that you were concerned
about what was being thrown in my river!
Pat Miller.
- I don't know what filth you had us in.
- Do you want to talk here, or go inside?
'Cause I've got stuff
I think you're going to want to see.
[Roy clears throat]
I don't know where you got
half of these from.
I don't know either.
They were posted through my door.
Right.
These are serious breaches, Roy.
These files show repeatedly
that Pat Miller
that the tenders given to Pat Miller
should never have been given.
- These are potential crimes.
- Crimes? Come on, now.
Contracts worth hundreds of thousands
of pounds going to the wrong bidder?
- What do you want to call it?
- You're saying any of this is at my door
Come on, Roy. If I thought you were
on the take, I wouldn't even be here.
I know you're honest.
But I do want to know,
how far does this go?
Leave it with me. Let me [clears throat]
work out what's happened here.
Right.
[unsettling music rises]
They're copies, by the way.
Sorry?
I made copies of all of them.
They're no the originals.
Just thought you'd want to know.
Thought I was honest?
[door closes]
[crows cawing]
[man grunts]
Um, right.
[chuckles softly]
Don't get excited.
It doesn't feel right.
[crying softly]
And I don't want to forget her.
We won't.
- [Susan] How you doing? Okay?
- [Connor] I want to go home.
[Susan] I know you do.
Do you know why they wear white in here?
No.
So, it's to make sure the place is clean.
They mop it all, then they polish it.
And then, they make the nurses
do roly-polies down the floor
to check all the dirt's come off.
And if they see one speck of it on them,
they make them all do it again.
That's why they're the cleanest places
on earth.
I can't do roly-polies.
I can do about 15 in a row.
I'm famous for it.
Probably should've been a nurse.
[nurse 1] We're ready for you.
Mum, I don't want to go.
It'll be okay. You'll see.
Okay.
- [gentle music playing]
- [Susan] It'll be okay.
[nurse 2] Okay, Connor.
Let's get you sorted.
Think of those nurses
doing roly-polies, eh?
[Connor chuckles]
- [doctor] I'll hold a mask on your face.
- [Connor] I know.
[doctor] I want you to listen to me
while I tell you a story.
Once upon a time,
there was a magical kingdom,
and in this kingdom
lived a very smart prince.
[gentle music building]
[music fades slowly]
[Susan] Hey. Tracey, right?
Yeah.
Susan.
You used to work with my old man
before he left.
And you farted beside me
in a hospital bed once
when you were pregnant.
Oh, yes.
So, how's the wee one?
She didn't
She died.
- Oh, sh*t.
- [quietly] Yeah.
It's fine, um
There was a complication.
She was born very ill.
There was something wrong with her ear,
but nobody noticed except me.
She was deformed?
- What the f*ck is wrong with you?
- No, I didn't mean that. [hesitates]
So's mine. So is my kid.
Here on his fourth operation.
It's k*lling me.
What's he called, your boy?
Connor.
What's your little girl called?
You know, no one ever asked me that.
Did she not have a name?
Shelby. Shelby Anne.
That's a good name, that.
Sounds like a picture. [chuckles]
She was so ill.
There were complications
with her heart, her lungs, her kidneys.
Nothing had developed properly.
I'm so sorry, love, that you lost her.
I'm sorry it's tough with Connor.
It's all right.
I love him, and he loves me.
That's all right.
And now, I'm pregnant again.
You must be scared out your wits.
[Tracey] Mm-hmm.
And it's twins.
[Susan sighs]
They say there's even less of a chance
of successfully carrying twins, so
But I think
- I think
- I think you're right.
I think you'll be fine.
It's meant. They're meant.
You don't know that.
No, but I've always been good at guessing.
[both chuckle]
Uh
There's a journalist
[somber music playing]
Thinks our kids
might've been born this way
because of some sort of poison
in the water, or electrics, maybe.
He's collecting names of mothers.
I'm thinking I might call him.
Maybe you'd like to speak to him too?
I'd love to.
I mean, it won't make a difference.
But if they listen to us, it might.
Anyway, I'll make it happen.
[under breath] Nine, six, seven
[line ringing]
- [Graham] Hello?
- Hello, is this Graham?
It is.
- Yeah, it's Susan McIntyre.
- Hi, Susan.
[Susan] You called
and put your card through my door.
- Wanted to write an article about my son?
- That's right. About Corby.
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Can you tell me again
whose fault this could be?
- [knocks]
- Sam, come in.
[Sam] Hello, both.
Sam.
I've been investigating what you gave me.
Good. I'd expect nothing less.
And there are things here
we need to understand.
We'd like to talk
to whoever gave you these papers.
I don't know who gave me these papers.
They were posted through my door.
You don't believe that?
Roy, tell him. I might be irritating
as hell, but I'm no a liar.
[Mark] These have come
from the executive office.
There's a start, Mr. Marple.
How many are in the executive office?
And who the f*ck is Mr. Marple?
- He's talking about Mrs. Marple.
- Miss.
He's making a joke.
You know,
I I love watching this town change.
I mean, when Roy and I first started here,
you could not imagine
pedestrianized zones.
It's quite incredible.
But change has to be done right.
Now, I've read those papers,
and there's plenty to go on
without talking
to whoever gave them to me.
You've got a problem in your council,
Mr. Chief Executive.
Dig in.
[wind whistling]
[mail slot closes]
[tense music playing]
Hey!
- [under breath] f*ck. f*ck. f*ck.
- You stop right there!
Come back here, you.
You're going to give me
a bloody heart attack!
I've seen your hair!
And it's memorable!
I know who you are, Ted!
More of the same, eh?
I mean [clears throat]
I gave you those so you could
possibly stop what was happening.
It's getting worse.
If you saw
what they're doing at Middlehampton
I've taken everything
you've given me to Roy.
Roy? No, no. He's no good.
No. He's deputy leader.
He's good. He gets things done.
But he said he needed to know
who you are in order to investigate.
What did you say?
I said I didn't know who you are.
Until now.
You threatening me?
[chuckling] No, son,
you you understand my meaning?
My My point is
[sighs]
You've chosen the wrong man here.
I'm no popular.
Nobody listens to me.
They think I'm just a worthless old sod.
And they might be right, to be fair.
I can't change things.
Then take it to someone who can.
I've already told you, Roy's the man
who gets everything done.
These are criminal acts, Sam.
You don't know that, son.
Take it to the police.
Here's the thing.
I like being a councilor.
And I do good being a councilor
in many ways.
I see things that other people
don't even notice.
And if I do this,
then I suspect I'm no going to be
a councilor for much longer.
Do it anyway.
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye ♪
Hear ye not her call? ♪
- At your sloth she seems to wonder ♪
- [speaking indistinctly]
- Rend the sluggish bonds asunder ♪
- [laughing]
Let the w*r-cry's deaf'ning thunder ♪
[Pat] "What are you doing?"
He said, "I'm fishing."
He said, "What are you fishing for?"
He says, "Mind your own f*cking business!"
[group laughing]
- [indistinct chatter]
- [door closes]
[sighs] Third visit of the night.
f*cking prostate.
[exhales] I hate this choir.
Well, you don't sing like you hate it.
Holding on to past glories.
Come on, you know it.
All this belongs to the works.
The carnival British Steel
used to sponsor. The band. The choir.
It's the past.
There's bits of the past
worth holding onto in my mind.
There were 11,000 unemployed
in this town when the plant closed.
I know.
Nobody had a f*cking clue what to do
until people who cared decided
they'd make the best of the situation.
They'd stop us sinking.
Yeah. You know how much I've heard this?
Yeah, because it's true.
I stood in those dole queues.
f*cking desperate thinking I [sighs]
All of us
thinking we didn't have a chance.
We were like the miners. We were f*cked.
You ever stood in a queue of 11,000?
I'm grateful for what came before,
and I'm proud of what we're doing now.
Tories, Europeans.
I'll take all their money--
I'm no so sure
this is about the choir anymore.
Look I've got arse aches enough, without
They are twisting my bollocks.
Arse and bollocks, eh?
The Wonderworld theme park is sinking.
- Sinking?
- It's fine. I've sorted it out.
But my point is the point is,
I'm trying to keep my head
out of water, Sam,
and when I get the leadership
- You're running?
- I will sort things out.
And, Sam, I think I can take you with me.
Deputy leader. Use it.
Give the railway campaign a big kick.
But I need to show
we need to show people that
I am capable of cleaning up our messes.
And that means making sure
progress is happening at speed,
and everything else is dealt with.
What's more important?
Progress or the mess?
We can't have people
leaking internal documents, Sam.
- What are you doing, Roy?
- Come on.
- Let me past.
- Get on the team!
[Sam groans]
Look what you've done.
I've got piss on my trousers now.
It's from the tap.
[Sam grunts]
On the team?
On the line.
Because that's the way
things are done, eh?
But it is.
You think any of them
give a sh*t about us? The EU? Blair?
We take their handouts, we're grateful,
but it's us that gets it done.
Unless,
people start making noises.
In which case,
all the money can just disappear,
and I will not have that happen, Sam,
not on my watch.
Give me the name.
[hesitates] Help me, and I will help you.
I'm good for it. You know I am.
[ominous string music rising]
Do you know how long I've wanted
to be taken seriously by you?
Being your deputy
would mean the world to me.
- Then let's do it.
- But I can't have it.
I don't want it.
Not like this.
- Are you saying no?
- I don't have a name for you.
Sam
And
I'm done with this.
[door closes]
[Connor] Mum!
Come on!
[somber music fades out]
You all right?
Heya, love. Um, you should read this.
I didn't know you read The Sunday Times,
to be honest.
My Aunt Mabel rang me.
She saw it. It's page ten.
It's a lot of kids.
And it's here.
[tense music rising]
Is this about Samuel?
I think so.
No.
[woman] Susan? Been a while.
- Read your bit in the paper.
- It wasn't my bit.
Good excuse though? Eh?
For what?
For why your child's a bit of a f*ck-up.
Now you want your f*cking face
in the pity papers?
- You don't know anything.
- "Poor me. Poor me."
[both grunting]
[energetic music playing]
[grunts]
[Tracey] Marc?
[both grunting]
Marc!
[music fades]
Whatever you're selling,
it's not a good time.
Oh, I'm sorry. You're busy.
It's 8:00 a.m. How are you at 8:00 a.m.?
- Well, I wanted to catch you before work.
- Yeah, come after.
[Samuel] Mama.
[Susan] Oh.
What happened to your eye?
Domestic violence.
You're here
because you read the article, right?
Look, I was just grateful
to know I wasn't the only one.
He's a happy kid,
but the pain of his operations
And to think
this could be someone's fault, well
[clears throat]
You were grateful?
Yeah. Very.
You can come in,
but I'm not making you tea.
[sighs emotionally]
[monitors beeping]
[doctor 1 speaking indistinctly]
[ethereal music playing]
[doctor 2] Clamp here, please.
Yeah, okay.
[doctor 2] Now the second one.
Are they okay?
- [nurse] They're okay.
- They okay?
[Marc] You're doing great.
- [nurse] Mr. Taylor.
- [Marc] Here they are.
- [sighs, chuckles]
- [baby crying]
[nurse] Look.
[Tracey sighs]
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
[doctor 1] Congratulations, Tracey.
[Marc chuckles] They're perfect.
[gently] Oh, it's okay.
[Marc chuckles]
[tender music fades]
Hey, Ted! Teddy!
- No, Bill. I've got to get off.
- Teddy, Teddy, Teddy.
Right you are.
Just letting you know
I've been suspended.
What? Why?
You know, my dad died too.
Ten years back. Pancreatic cancer.
He was also at the plant.
They said it was nothing to do with the
with everything.
But we know, right?
Used to think he was a big man.
'Cause he could drink
anyone under the table
and handle himself in a scrap.
But he pulled his forelock
to all sorts of c**ts.
Only thing he said to me of any use
is work out how to do something
where you don't get sh*t on
by those above you.
My dad used to say something like that.
But he was wrong.
The thing you've got to do is make sure
you bow to the right people.
Find a clever bugger to follow,
they'll keep you right.
Do you mean Pat?
And that means,
what's happened to me it won't last.
But what they've done to you
Well that will.
What?
[car door closes]
[Connor giggles] Mum, look.
You look better than I expected!
What were you expecting?
[Susan] I'd be crippled
if I had to push two out.
You must have a bucket.
[gasps]
- [twins fussing]
- They are so cute. All fingers and toes?
- Yeah.
- Lucky.
- Connor!
- [Connor] Okay! Coming!
I need your help.
Okay
I've had five mothers ring or turn up
at my door, and lawyers fluttering about
Right.
And you do accounts, so
Yeah
I need you to tell me what to do,
and I promise I'll listen.
About what?
About the case.
About what someone's done to us.
Maybe. About the cluster.
What do you think?
[scoffs] You want my advice about whether
there's a legal case to be fought or not?
I always thought it was my fault.
Something I'd done. My diabetes, or my
"You never listen in school,
you'll let yourself down, young lady."
I thought it was my fault
that Connor came out hurt.
[somber music playing]
I thought it was me.
Something wrong with me.
All the other mothers are saying the same
because that is what we do.
We blame ourselves.
So, we've got to get
the best lawyer we can.
And I don't know what to do.
You're an accountant.
You're clever. So, help.
You don't look like a lawyer.
Don't I?
[Susan] No wig'll be it.
- Or my wig is extremely well concealed.
- [Susan laughs]
[gentle music ends]
[lawyer] Don't tidy up on my account.
[Susan] I'm doing it for me.
'Cause I'm ashamed.
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for asking me.
I presume you've had other legal interest?
Uh, six.
I'm meeting three.
You haven't got the job yet.
Right.
Go on, then. Why do you want it?
Don't say for money
because we don't have any.
It's about pursuing money, though.
For you.
Getting the compensation
that your son might need.
But, um
Well, I I believe why you're doing it.
I liked what you said in The Sunday Times,
that for you, it's about justice.
You want justice, do you?
I've I've worked
a few of these cases now.
The Southall rail disaster.
Paddington. Watford.
You like a railway.
And, what I do is I make sure
there's a case to be answered,
and then I work out how best to help.
You think?
You're not sure there is a case?
The others do.
Then they work differently to me.
I think you knew my dad.
Larry Collins?
Mr. Collins? My headteacher?
- Yeah.
- [chuckles]
I grew up here.
Ah.
I worked in the steelworks
for a summer job.
So, when I read the article,
and I thought
Well, I I wanted to be useful to you.
I want the same justice you do.
I've been on dates with men like you
with all the patter.
I don't trust it.
Could I ask how many parents
have come forward to you now?
Seven. And three to Pattie at the pub.
That's all with disabled children
of about the same age?
Roughly, yeah.
I got them all written down.
Well, can I see?
It doesn't mean you've given me the case
if you've shown me notes.
Sorry about the writing.
Right. There.
Well, this is this is very useful
for whoever you appoint.
You don't think it's enough?
Well, you'll need to prove some things.
Where these mothers lived.
What risk factors they shared.
Crucially, what that risk factor was.
How they all ended up
having the same thing happen to them.
You need to prove negligence.
If we can show that, you can
You can win the case.
And I won't cost anything.
I don't charge until
until after the case.
I don't trust people that work for free.
Well, then don't trust me.
Let me earn your trust.
Connor! Hey, get out of there!
It's all right. He can stay.
Hello.
What do you know about briefcases?
That what this is?
Yeah. Briefcases, they were developed
using crocodile technology.
That mechanism you can feel at your back,
that's a hinge.
And it has been calibrated,
which means carefully made,
to
snap shut at any point.
- Thought you needed to be warned.
- Are you messing?
Yeah.
- Why?
- Thought you'd find it funny.
[Susan chuckles]
"The council are announcing today
a thorough"
Oh, f*cking hell.
"The council are announcing today
a thorough review of what happened
to the children identified
by the report in The Sunday Times."
Yeah. Um, "A thorough health review"?
Perhaps try something more formal.
- "We will undertake a thorough review--"
- [door opens]
[tense music playing]
- What the f*ck is this? I'm being fired?
- [Mark] I'm in a meeting. Come back later.
Why the f*ck are you doing this?
Your mileage expenses.
It's what I was told to do!
Round up. Everybody else is doing it!
[Roy] It's not just you, son.
We did a thorough review.
Too much swindling going on
in this parish.
Bill Martin's gone.
Larry Bryson from accounts.
It's a sad time.
I know why you're doing this.
This is wrong.
- [Roy] You're wrong.
- I'm in the wrong!
And your father, God bless him,
was honest as a penny piece, he was.
He'd be ashamed of this.
[tense music building]
[tense music fades]
Are you putting out crisps?
- Are you paying for the crisps?
- [Susan] They'll buy drinks.
They won't! Women never do.
But he can pay for the crisps if you like.
- [lawyer] I can pay for the crisps.
- No, he can't. It's not his bar.
You got, what, ten coming, if that?
Putting out snacks.
What happened to wanting to know
if something's wrong.
I want to know.
I just don't want a crisp party.
Is it true that your pop
was Trenchfoot Collins?
- What? Why do you call him that?
- You're annoying, Pattie.
Susie did it too.
It's 'cause he was so old.
He was alright, though.
He let me get out of detention
with period pains
three Saturdays in a row.
I don't know why you've put me in charge.
I'm sh*t at organizing stuff.
You've already met seven mothers.
With the articles, and
If we get seven tonight,
that won't be bad.
And besides, if I remember rightly,
no one's ever on time in Corby.
[tense music playing]
[door opens]
[Susan] Hey.
Let me help you, babe.
Thanks for coming, Tracey.
[Tracey] Thanks.
Hiya. Okay.
- Hi, Maggie.
- [Maggie] Hi.
- Take a seat.
- Thank you.
Right.
See?
Yeah, yeah. Keep your wig on.
Okay.
Hiya.
- [indistinct chatter]
- [intriguing music building]
Hello. I'm Susan McIntyre.
Uh, thanks for coming.
I won't talk for long.
- [fire crackling]
- [menacing music playing]
[alarm blaring]
I wasn't
I didn't think there'd be so many of us.
[guard] Everybody out! [coughing]
Call 999!
We're here to work out
whether our kids were hurt
by something that shouldn't have been.
[sirens wailing]
I want to introduce Des Collins.
He's a lawyer, but I quite like him.
He'll talk you through the rest of it.
Hello.
I believe you and your children
have been seriously wronged.
We're going to find out who's responsible
to bring you the justice you deserve.
[tense music peaks, fades]
[intriguing, energetic music playing]
[music fades]
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