01x02 - Episode 2

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- I said open the door!

- You did a deal, mate!

Open the door!

- You're Mark Cobden?

- Yes.

Have you been in prison before?

No.

First time for everything, eh?

- I got four years.

- What for?

- Dangerous driving.

- You k*lled someone, then?

I'm your personal officer.

Any problems, you come to me, right?

I see your lad's in Lowood Prison, boss.

My lad?

Your David.

Are you sure it was a threat?

It was a threat.

I tell you what, mate,

your card's marked.

You should've hit him back.

I'm a teacher.

Your life won't be worth living now.

He was twice the man that you are.

Ten times the man that you are.

May you rot in prison.

Ten times the man that you are.

Drunken b*stard.

Drunken b*stard.

- Why aren't you in work?

- Feeling a bit rough, boss.

Yeah?

I was thinking of

writing a letter, boss,

to the wife of the man I k*lled.

What would it say?

That not a day goes by

without me thinking of him.

And she'd say, "So it

should. You k*lled him."

I thought it might help her

if she knew that, though.

That she's not the only one who wakes up

and immediately thinks of him.

I do. I do too.

Would you ask for forgiveness?

I can't forgive myself.

Well, we'll have to write to her,

see if she wants to

receive such a letter.

I mean, it's going to bring

it all back for her, isn't it?

Well, no.

It's never been away.

OK.

So she says, "Yeah,"

and she spends days, weeks,

waiting for this letter.

And it arrives.

And it's a good letter. You're

an English teacher, after all.

But there's something in it,

a bit of self-pity that infuriates her.

No, no, there wouldn't

be any self-pity in it.

None. None whatsoever, sir.

Well, then I'd say write it.

We'll read it. Then we'll

see if she wants to read it.

Thanks, boss.

You said you were feeling a bit rough.

Yeah. Yeah. Yes, boss.

Are you being bullied, Cobden?

Is that why you don't

want to leave your cell?

No, boss.

Bullies are scumbags.

No shame in grassing them up.

I'm not getting bullied, boss.

OK.

Then I'll escort you back

to work, then, shall I?

Yes, boss.

Yes, boss.

Eric McNally's bum boy, yeah?

No.

You know what happens to rats.

You all right?

Yeah. All right.

- I'm your new padmate.

- Padmate?

Er, your cellmate.

Top or bottom?

- I'm top.

- Sound.

You taught me.

- At Bellbridge?

- Yeah. Yeah. Daniel Smithson.

Yeah. Yeah. I remember you.

Ah, no, you don't. I mean, I was

only there a couple of months,

and then we moved house, so I left.

Was I any good?

Ah, no, you were shite.

Oh, don't talk back, now, will you?

I tell you what, though.

There was this one good lesson.

Erm, it was a Friday afternoon.

You'd been in the pub. And we

just stopped what we were doing

and had, like, this debate instead.

I mean, it was 'cos you

were half pissed, like.

You should have had me

late '80s, early '90s.

I were good then.

Yeah? What happened?

You just get ground down.

- Do you want a brew?

- No.

No. No, I'm all right, thanks.

- 'Scuse me, boss.

- Yeah?

My little girl sent me a

colouring-in that she did.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. And they've

they've given me a black

and white photocopy of it.

- That's right.

- Where's the sense in that?

A black and white

photocopy of a colouring-in?

Well, it's policy.

- Policy?

- Yeah. Yeah.

'Cos the original might

be soaked in spice.

I robbed a betting shop.

I'm here 'cos I robbed a betting shop.

I've never touched drugs in my life.

Yeah, but we don't know that, do we?

You do. You do. Because I

was tested and I was clean.

Totally clean.

So can I have the original

of this, please, boss?

It's been destroyed.

What?

We photocopy the original,

then it gets destroyed.

I'm sorry, Paul.

Hang on a minute,

boss. Let's just, er

Let's just examine this a minute, yeah?

- Yeah.

- My little girl sent me a bunny rabbit

- that she coloured in, yeah?

- Yeah.

She wants me to admire it, right?

- Hey, boss!

- I can't, 'cos it's black and white photocopy

- Boss, I'm still waiting on that move.

- Just wait a minute, mate,

I'm talking. You just

wait your turn, you prick,

- 'cos I'm talking, right?!

- Who are you talking to?

Hey!

Scrap, scrap, scrap!

Get back!

No, you won't.

Get back! I've told you. f*ck off!

You all right?

Guv?

I'm sorry, Eric. Your son's

been attacked in Chapel Grove.

He's in critical condition.

You should go. We can manage here.

- Go on.

- Are you sure?

Yeah. Go.

Mr and Mrs McNally to see David McNally.

- All right.

- Ta.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. David.

- He'll be all right.

- Look at the state of him.

Shh, shh.

Shh.

Hey, love.

I'm here. Shh.

It's OK. Mum's here.

Dad?

He's here, darling. He's here. Shh.

I always hated that job of yours.

I've always hated it

but I never thought

it would come to this.

It was all right till

our David got locked up.

Before that, it was fine.

No. I've always hated it.

- He'll be all right.

- And what if he isn't?

Eh? What then?

You said Chapel Grove

was supposed to be safe,

so where does he go next, Eric?

You'll have to pack your job in.

If you pack your job in,

you're no use to them.

If you're no use to them,

then David's no use to them. That's it.

They'd k*ll him anyway.

You need to move him to your nick.

You could keep an eye on

him there. Everyone could.

- Wouldn't be allowed.

- Why not?

Just wouldn't.

Wouldn't work either.

It only takes a second, Son.

They'd get him in the showers,

the yard, on the landing.

Do you know what I mean?

If they approach me again

or if they threaten him again, I'm

just going to do what

they want me to do.

Really?

Yeah.

I love you.

- All right, lads?

- Yeah.

Come on, move it along.

- Cheese or chicken?

- Cheese, please.

- You want soup?

- Cheese or chicken?

I changed my mind. Pass me one of them.

Chicken or tomato?

Keep it going.

Keep it going, lads. Come on.

HE SPITS Easy, you lad.

Go on.

Rat!

So I'm in that betting shop,

just been paid, and I'm losing 40 quid.

I should walk out right now

but I don't want to see

that look on me wife's face

when I hand over me wages

and they're short again.

I go chasing that 40 quid

and I'm now losing 50.

Now 60.

It's horse race, machine,

horse race, machine

late afternoon into early evening

and now I'm absolutely skint.

All my wages gone.

I've got three options.

One, k*ll myself.

Two

k*ll my wife.

Three, rob the betting shop.

It's rob the betting shop.

Madness, I know.

But better that

better arrest, followed

by a few years in the nick,

than go home,

look into my wife's eyes

tell her that I've lost everything.

Again.

Thanks, Paul.

It's never easy confronting our demons.

Come on, Strevens,

back in your cell, lad.

Back in your cells.

Hey, boss, er, I've

got that letter here.

Letter?

You know, to the wife

of the man I k*lled.

Back in your cells.

Is it suitable?

Yeah.

- What now?

- Well, we tell her we've got a letter for her

- Yeah.

- who it's from,

you know, and see if she wants

to read it. If she says yeah,

- then we'll send it to her.

- Yeah.

If she says no, then we'll

return it to you unread.

All right. How long will that take?

Like I said, you know,

could be days, could be

weeks, could be months.

- All right.

- Well done.

Cheers, boss.

Right, back to your cells. Come on.

- In your cell, lad.

- How's your lad, boss?

- Fine.

- He's getting out of hospital soon, in' he?

Yeah.

He's going back on the wing.

Is he?

That's what we've heard.

I've been expecting this

conversation, Flanagan,

- but I didn't think I'd be having it with you.

- No, boss?

No.

Are you about to tell me

that he needs someone to keep him safe?

- Yeah, boss.

- Who might that someone be?

I've got to be sure

you're serious, boss,

- before I tell you that.

- I'm serious.

Because it wouldn't be good for

your lad if you're not, boss.

I'm deadly serious.

It's Jackson Jones.

In your cell, you lot.

Move. And stop arsing about.

Aye. All right.

Come on. Back to your cell, boys.

What d'you want me to do?

- Mr McNally! I've been waiting for you.

- Yeah?

You were Bernard's personal

officer, weren't you?

I was, yeah.

So you, above all, must have

known how ill he was, yeah?

Yeah, look, I'm really sorry.

I can't do this just now.

And yet you put him in segregation.

Yeah, look, as a last

resort, Mrs Hughes.

Bernard was harming himself.

We had to keep an eye on him.

You put a seriously

ill boy in segregation

and that's when he

decided to k*ll himself.

No, there was nowhere else for him.

You'd say he should've

been in that hospital,

and I agree with you, Mrs Hughes,

but that goes for half

the men in this place.

They should all be in mental

hospitals, not in this nick,

but there's no room for them,

so they stay here and

we do the best we can.

Honestly, we do the very

best that we can for them,

and often that's not good enough.

I'm really sorry for your loss.

Your Bernard was a good lad.

He shouldn't have been here.

f*ck this prison!

And f*ck you!

sh*t.

You should be ashamed of yourself!

Hey.

- Yeah?

- Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

I'm Kav. Kavanagh.

You're a teacher, yeah?

Yeah.

It's our 20th wedding anniversary

next week and I've, um

I've done her a bit of a card.

Right.

I want you to write something in it.

Um, what do you want me to write?

I don't know.

Can you write, Kav?

No.

Can you read?

No.

Right. Would you like to learn?

Yeah.

Well, all right. Well, let's

make this your first lesson, eh?

Yeah.

Right, er

Er, who's it to, Kav?

Jane.

OK. "To " T-O.

" Jane "

J-A-N-E. Jane.

All right, what's next?

I dunno. I'm no good with words.

Well, what about that?

"I'm no good with words."

Yeah?

Yeah.

"I'm" is short for "I am",

so it's got this, an apostrophe,

which means it's short

for something. Right?

" no " N-O.

" good "

" with "

" words."

So

"To Jane, I'm no good with words

but I need only one."

And what's the one?

Love?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

"Love."

L-O-V-E. Looks like it

should be pronounced loave

but it's love. Yeah.

- OK?

- Yeah.

How should we sign it?

K.

Yeah. Short for Kavanagh,

so it's a K, of course.

K. Shall we put a kiss?

- Yeah.

- Yeah? All right.

- Go on.

- There you go.

"To Jane.

I'm no good with words

but I need only one.

Love. K."

- All right?

- I owe you one.

- Hello.

- Eric McNally?

Speaking.

You know the old Runcorn Bridge?

Yeah, I know it, yeah.

You're going there tomorrow

morning to pick something up.

- OK.

- 6am. Don't be late.

Yeah.

I've got to pick something

up under the old bridge.

When?

Tomorrow morning. Six o'clock.

Yeah, if you want.

If you want. Right, yeah.

I'll bring it back later, yeah?

Yeah, no worries. I'm here now.

Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah. In a bit. A bit. A bit.

- Easy?

- All right?

It's Mr Mac!

I was on your wing.

I don't remember you.

Kenny Meadows. King of

the cleaners. You remember?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I never thought this would

be a bit of you, boss.

Long story.

Put it away, then.

What is it?

Vest. Pockets in it.

What's in the pockets?

Pick 'n' mix.

Wear it today, yeah?

Yeah?

Good to see you, boss.

Looking good, man.

- What kind of drugs are they?

- Don't know.

- Is it cannabis?

- No.

Stays in the blood too long.

- Heroin?

- Possibly.

- Is it that spice?

- Probably.

No. It looks like you've

got something underneath it.

That's only because you know it's there.

I'll be all right when

I put my jumper on.

- All right?

- All right?

Can I ask you to keep

these off the wing?

Nope.

- Is that it?

- For now.

Get them out my cell.

Go on, lad. Go on, go on, go on.

Keep going, keep going,

keep going, keep going!

And again. And again, and

again and again and again.

And again, lad. Yeah, hold it. Hold it.

All right? You feeling all right, yeah?

Three, two, one

Don't take drugs, kids!

Mathews, can you hear me, lad?

What's he been on?

Dunno, boss.

Spice?

- Don't know, boss.

- This is the recovery position,

so if Have you had some as well?

No, boss. No. I haven't, no.

This is the recovery position.

If he vomits, he's safe

like this. All right?

- All right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, get over here now.

Sarfraz? Sarfraz, you're

all right, lad. You're OK.

Hey, you, give me the cap

back! Give me the cap back!

Sarfraz. Give me it!

You're OK, lad. Eh? Come

on, let's get you back.

Paul, do me a favour?

Put him in his cell.

I'm next up on the phone.

No, just put him in his cell,

mate, in the recovery position.

Ta, good lad.

Bravo wing.

Assistance required.

Urgent assistance

required on Bravo wing.

Who are you waiting for?

Your brother? Aw, nice. How

long since you have seen him?

Here, take a seat. Any

items in the tray, please.

Step forward. Arms up, please.

One year added! I'm expecting five

off, and you've managed to get me

another year added onto me sentence!

- They did their best.

- Are you taking the piss?

"They done their best?" Are you

joking? "They done their best."

- What's the point in you, eh?

- Calm down.

- Or I will remove you.

- Why are you getting involved?

It's nothing to do with you!

Listen, my visit's over anyway.

Let me out. Open the door.

What's the point in you, eh?

Are you f*cking thick or what?!

Calm down. Come on.

- I'm sorry.

- What a f*cking joke!

It's OK.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Is it Tom?

Tom's fine.

I've got something to tell you.

- Er, chocolate, yeah?

- Yeah.

You look terrible.

Yeah. Someone keeps taking my food.

Then stop him.

Yeah.

- You look good.

- Thanks.

- That new?

- No.

Something's different.

Hair.

Ah, right.

What is it?

I wanted to say this to your face.

I owe you that at least.

I want a divorce, Mark.

Er Look, I'm not

I'm not questioning why you want one.

I know I haven't got a leg

to stand on there, but

why now? Why the rush?

Because I don't want

to be married to you

for a second longer than I have to.

Have you met someone?

Yes.

Is it serious?

He's asked me to move in with him.

Has he met Tom?

- Yeah.

- Do they get on?

Yeah.

Tom never mentioned him.

He doesn't want to hurt you.

Right.

And are you going to?

Move in with him?

Yeah.

How long had it been going on for?

The drinking?

How long?

Didn't stop.

- Never stopped?

- No.

Not even after the taxi thing?

No.

- You said

- Yeah, I know what I said

but I didn't do it. Didn't stop.

There you are.

Thank you.

I'll, erm post you some

papers first thing in the morning.

- Yeah. You'll let me know when you get them?

- Yeah.

Will will you come again?

No.

Bye, John.

Bye, Alicia.

One year added?

Yeah.

How long's that, then, now?

Ah, shite.

Yeah.

Thing is

to make that 21 as sweet as possible.

I can help you there.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Tea, coffee, sweets,

bigger portions of your scran,

occasional bit of brown.

And what would I have to do for that?

Mind stuff for me.

What kind of stuff?

Stuff that needs minding.

Well, I'd have to ask Mark.

The teacher?

Yeah.

- Why?

- Because we share this cell.

If it gets found, then

we're both getting the blame.

Forget it.

Hi.

I've just heard.

Heard what?

You lost your appeal.

Yeah.

D'you want to talk about it?

No.

They were waiting for it to be over

before they asked you about this.

Who's "they"?

Gerard Wilson's parents.

They want to know if

you'll talk to them.

What about?

They want to know why.

Why you k*lled their son.

No way, miss. No way.

- Listen, it's not happening.

- Can't you think about it?

- No, it's not happening, end of.

- OK. OK.

- That's it. No.

- OK. OK. OK. I'll tell them.

Night.

- Night, Mark.

- Night.

You should see them.

If they've asked for

it, you should see them.

It's the least you can do.

And it's a chance to say sorry.

I'd give my right arm

for that, you know?

- Are you sorry?

- Yeah.

Then tell them that.

Would you come with me?

Yeah.

You all right?

No, that's absolutely fine.

We can stay in here.

We'll be on separate sides.

Take a seat, lads.

I think we should all

introduce ourselves first, yeah?

I'm Supervising Officer Eric McNally.

I'm a qualified restorative

justice facilitator

but I think Marie-Louise

should take this session,

due to the fact that

she knows both parties,

whereas I know only one.

I'm Marie-Louise, prison chaplain.

I'm Mark Cobden and

I'm Daniel's cellmate.

I don't know quite how,

but I'm here to support him.

I'm Daniel.

I'm Frank Wilson

father of Gerard Wilson

who was m*rder*d by Daniel.

I'm Helen Wilson, Gerard's mother.

Maybe I could start by asking people

what they'd like to

get from this meeting?

Frank?

Understanding

I think.

An understanding of what happened.

And why.

And is there something

you'd like to get, Daniel?

What is it?

I want to say sorry.

Anything else?

What is it?

I can't say it.

Forgiveness?

You remember when I first

raised the possibility

of this meeting, you were

really opposed to it, Daniel.

Yeah.

Why was that?

I didn't want to see them.

Why?

I was ashamed.

Anything else?

I didn't want to see

the pain they're in.

Yeah, and then she gives me the change.

It's £1.20.

I take it and I pick the

three pints up like that.

And I take a swig of one

of 'em while I'm doing it.

I thought, "sh*t." You know,

I realised it wasn't lager,

it wasn't my drink.

And, sure enough, the lads

on this side, they've seen it.

Your Gerard's seen it.

And it's his drink.

So I told him I only took a little bit

and he says, "It's not that, lad.

You've had your mouth all over it."

Now I know what I should do.

I should just buy him another drink

but I've only got £1.20 left

and I really don't want

anyone to know that.

So I make out I won't buy

him another one on principle.

You know, why should

I get him a full pint

when I only took a little mouthful?

And he says, "You can

either buy me a pint here

or we can go outside and sort it there."

Now, I look round but my two mates

were nowhere to be seen, so it's either

go outside with Gerard

or confess that I've

only got £1.20 on me

on a Saturday night.

I thought he looked no bigger

than me, so we go outside.

Turns out he's a boxer

and he's absolutely battering me,

so I pull a knife out.

I don't intend to use it.

Right? I never intended to use it.

It was just to stop the

punches landing, and it worked.

He stopped punching me.

Now, that should be it

now. He should just call me

a knob or a dickhead

and go back in the bar

and leave me to walk home

with my £1.20, but he doesn't.

He doesn't walk away.

I've got a knife in my hand.

I already look a mug

'cos I've been battered,

and if I don't use it

if I just put this knife away again,

I'm going to look an even bigger mug.

And I think Gerard knows that,

but he's decided to

be fearless, hasn't he?

Now, he can't go back on it any

more than I can go back on it,

so I use it.

Once I'd pulled out the knife,

the hardest thing to do was not use it.

So you k*lled him so

as not to lose face?

Yeah.

Frank thought it was anger.

And I thought jealousy.

But saving face

it's unforgivable.

Sharp.

I'll mind that stuff for a bit of brown.

- And keep shtoom?

- Yeah.

Even to the teacher?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Somebody will bring it to you.

Do you play? You're playing the winner.

She doesn't want us to send

it. She doesn't want to read it.

Sorry.

I've read loads of

letters from prisoners

to people who they've wronged.

Yours was really good.

Thanks.

Keep your chin up, lad.

You all right, mate?

You all right, mate?

- Ah! Eric McNally's bum boy, eh?

- Get off me, you pricks!

- You're never out this cell

- Get off me!

unless you're holding his hand,

so that means you're his bum boy, yeah?

- I'm not. Course I'm not.

- Eric McNally's

And you know what we do to

the bum boy of a screw, eh?

We make sure they never walk again.

They never walk again on account

of having no f*cking feet.

So here we are. Smell that. Smell it.

Tell me what you think it is, eh?

- What is it?

- Eugh!

- What is it?

- Turps.

Yeah. Turps is right. Turps is spot on

- and it's going all over your feet, lad.

- Stop it!

- It's going all over your feet.

- Come on, mate.

And what's the last

thing you want to happen

when you've got turps

all over your feet, Mark?

The last thing you

want is this, isn't it?

- What is it?

- It's a lighter.

It's a lighter, yeah. Spot on.

What do you think's

going to happen now, Mark?

- Please don't.

- What do you think's going to happen now?

I am going to set your feet on fire,

That's what's going to happen.

- The screw's bum boy.

- I don't know what I've done.

He gets his feet Shut your

mouth. Should I do it now?

Should I do it?

Should I set your f*cking feet on fire?

Which one, eh? Which one first?

Your left or your right?

- We'll go with your left.

- Come on, mate!

Or your right? That's what happens

What's going on here?

Nah, listen, let him go, yeah?

Or I'm hitting this button and

you're all getting twisted up.

- I'm not arsed. You're out of order.

- We're messing about!

Mark, tell him we're messing

about, aren't we, mate?

- We're just having a play.

- We're just messing about.

Yeah. So stay out of my way, you rat!

I've got to do something, haven't I?

Yeah.

Do you know anyone?

I do, yeah.

Here you are.

Jackson Jones?

Yeah?

Er, I've got a problem.

- With Johnno?

- Yeah.

But

Can you have a word?

Yeah.

But there'll be others.

You've let them know that they

can walk all over you, you see.

Yeah.

What-what can I do about that?

Fight. Can you?

No, not really.

If I help you here

you owe me one, right?

Right.

So I'll be entitled to ask you

for something in return, right?

Yeah. Right. Uh-huh.

Step into my office.

Back in a moment.

That turps?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Did he threaten to burn your feet, aye?

- Yeah.

He's a bully - Johnno.

All you need to do is hurt

him once and he'll stop.

I'll make sure none of his scummy

wee pals jump in either, right?

Yeah.

Hit that.

Again. I said punch.

When's the last time you had a fight?

Ah, I don't know.

About 40-odd years ago.

Did you win?

No.

See, I'm no Goliath. Look at me.

I'd hurt him.

Easy.

'Cos I'll do what others won't.

Would you?

Try again.

Other hand.

Yeah.

That's it.

That's it. Go on.

Oh! Ha-ha!

One of them!

- That's all you need.

- Yeah.

He'll be out, sparko! You'll be fine.

Try again.

Keep it moving!

Rat!

Go on!

My ear! My ear!

Rat! You rat!

Come here, come here.

- You've got a visit.

- Yeah.

I don't want them to see me like this.

What do you want me to tell them?

Do people get missed off the list?

Yeah.

Well would you tell them that?

OK.

Thanks.

Mr and Mrs Cobden?

All right? It's not going

to happen, I'm afraid.

Why not?

He's not on the list.

- He should be.

- I know.

So couldn't you just go

and get him or something?

We're not allowed to do that.

- Is there something wrong with him?

- No.

So, do we just leave?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry.

My colleague will escort you out.

I'm really sorry.

This way, please.

I wasn't on the list, so

I don't believe you, son.

I asked myself, "Why

wouldn't he want to see us?"

No reason.

Therefore, you mustn't

have wanted us to see you.

Therefore, you must be hurt in some way.

No, I haven't.

I told you, they wouldn't

let me out of my cell.

I don't believe you, son.

Look, Mam, ten minutes are

up. It's going tofont color

- All right?

- All right?

We were just sparring, Governor,

and it just got a bit out of hand.

- You?

- Yeah. Same, Governor.

We were just sparring and

it got a bit out of hand.

I've reason to believe that

Cobden is being bullied by Milner.

That right?

No, Governor. We were

just messing, weren't we?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Seven days CC for you, Milner.

A caution for you, Cobden.

Thank you.

Do you want a go?

No.

You know, the funny thing is

I never touched this stuff

till they put me in here.

You've got to get your head through

the bars, though, haven't you?

May you rot in prison

Ten times the man that you are

You drunken b*stard

May you rot in prison Burn

in hell You drunken b*stard!

- All right, Mr Mac?

- All right.

Did you bring the other vest back?

Didn't know I had to.

Don't matter. Bring it next time, yeah?

What, there's going to be a next time?

Yeah.

I've got to give you this.

What's that?

300 quid.

I don't want it.

Yeah, they said you'd say that, Mr Mac,

but I can't take no as an answer,

so here you are.

So if it ain't about the

money, why are you doing this?

My lad's in the nick.

They've done him in. This is

so it doesn't happen again.

Yeah.

I thought it'd be something like that.

'Cos you was always dead

straight, you was, wasn't you?

Right, bring that vest

back next time, yeah?

f*ck.

We have one IC1 male. Just

approaching now. Stand by.

Sorry, sir, I had no

option but to pull you over.

Why's that?

Your rear light. It's smashed.

Oh. Yeah, sh*t. Erm

Yeah. Sorry about that.

Right. I'll get it

sorted in the morning.

OK. No worries. As long

as you get it sorted, yeah?

Ta.