Episode 1 Runaway

BELL RINGS

Right... Which animal can eat its own body weight in food

in a single day?

Any takers? No?

OK, well, here's a clue.

The creature I'm talking about can live on rotting scraps

and mouldy leftovers!

What can it be?

A lazy tiger that can't be bothered to go hunting?

Or...

a tiger worm?

Yes, tiger worms can be kept in special wormeries

and they'll eat almost anything that you give them

and, in return, they produce liquid plant food and rich compost...

-Impossible.

-It's not meant to be real.

It would never happen.

What? You're saying a little worm can't bite off someone's arm?

-I'm saying, she'd taste so disgusting.

-To a worm?

Yeah, one mouthful, it'd throw up.

Nice. I'll do that next.

Ahhh!

GULP!

Sean Davies! Are we disturbing you?

Yeah, Miss.

-I mean, no, Miss.

-Try again.

Sorry, Miss.

Am I missing out on some joke?

No, Miss.

You're not missing out on anything, Miss.

Think you're clever, do you? I'm getting really fed up with you.

I can handle this myself, thank you.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Tiger worms...

BELL RINGS

Come on, guys. Pack up, let's go.

-Not so fast.

-What?

-Show.

-Too late.

-No, it isn't. I wanna see.

-I've put it away, all right?

-Then get it out again.

-Fine. Take it.

Oi!

-You've given me an idea.

-Great.

It's been a long time since lunch, yeah?

-You must be hungry.

-Not really.

Time for a bush-tucker trial.

-Where did he go?

-Who?

-Your mate. The show-off. Where is he?

-He's not my mate.

-Liar.

Where are you, little worm?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Not now, Mum!

Gotcha!

No more running or you'll regret it.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I need to answer that. It'll be my mum. She'll be worried.

-Poor little mummy's boy(!)

-I'm meant to be home.

You know what you've got to do.

No. It's disgusting.

Disgusting? This little fella may taste really good.

When you eat it, you'll find out.

You think you're so big, but you're not.

Come on. It's tea-time.

You're pathetic.

You know what they say.

"Early bird gets the worm."

Good boy.

Satisfied?

Lousy poxy phone. It's blurred.

-Are we done?

-No. No, we're not. I've got another job for you.

-I'm gonna be late...

-It's simple.

I need a new phone, and you're gonna bring me one

-first thing Monday morning.

-I can't do that.

No choice. You bring me a Bison 380, the plasma one.

If you've got cash, you can buy it.

-Or else, stealing ain't so tricky.

-Maybe not for you.

If you don't bring me that phone first thing Monday morning,

I'll do a bit more than slap you about.

Got it?

-What do you think I should do?

-What's wrong with stealing?

What's wrong with stealing?!

SIRENS WAIL

Sean? Sean? I'm talking to you!

If you won't steal it, why won't you get your mum to help?

You don't understand.

-Why didn't you answer?

-I tried.

-Well, you didn't try very hard.

-I was stuck.

-You're meant to look after your brothers tonight.

-Or did you forget?

-No. Course not.

-Good. Cos I thought you was going to let me down, again!

-No...!

But I need your help with something.

Don't go changing the subject.

-Gary'll be here any second and I'm not ready.

-Please.

I need something for Monday. A new kind of phone.

-What are you on about?

-A special phone.

-If I don't get one...

-What?

Everyone else has got one and you'll feel left out?

Tough. The answer's no.

-I've got to get one somehow.

-I don't care who's got one and who hasn't.

I'm not buying you anything else, not after that watch.

-That wasn't my fault.

-I didn't see you looking after it!

It had scratches even before it got smashed.

That weren't my fault. It only got smashed when I fell off my bike.

-And who told you to fall off your bike?

-It was an accident!

-Like you and your foot. You did that on one of your nights out.

-Enough!

I work really hard to keep us all afloat, and I don't need you

coming up with a hundred new ways to spend money we haven't got.

-But this is different.

-No, it's not.

It's the same thing I hear day in, day out. "Get me this. Get me that.

"I want, I want."

If you want people to help you, you pull your weight a bit more.

-Starting tonight.

-Yeah, Sean. Pull your weight more.

-Shut your mouth!

-Pack it in.

-You know what Dad would have done...

-That's enough!

-You've got no idea...

Shut it, the both of you. Now!

DOORBELL RINGS

That's Gary. And I'm still not ready.

Sean, get the door.

Tell him I won't be a sec.

-Is she coming?

-She's getting ready.

OK.

-Going to invite me in?

-Do I have to?

-Just kidding, son.

-Don't call me that.

I'm not your son.

You may be seeing my mum but that don't make you my dad.

-Whoa there, cowboy! Back up a bit.

-My dad's dead and you know it, OK?

And no-one's going to replace him.

Listen.

As far as I'm concerned, when she's with me, she's not anyone's mum,

and I'm not your dad or anybody's dad.

I'm not looking to take on that job any time soon,

thank you very much!

-Is that meant to make me feel better?

-Tell the truth, I don't care.

I only care how she feels.

Is that why you don't call for weeks,

then turn up all smiles when it suits you?

Get off my back, OK, buster?

She's happy. I'm happy.

We're all happy.

-Right?

-Ah...

You two having a good old chinwag.

Isn't that nice?

Time to go, babe.

I want the boys fed and in bed by nine, OK?

Take the washing out of the machine and get it dry.

-Why have you got to go out, Mum?

-Don't be like that, Sean.

It's my one night out and I'll be back soon enough.

-Ring me if you get any trouble.

-I still need to talk to you.

-We haven't got time. You know where the fridge is.

-Just ignore me then.

-See if I care.

-Don't talk to me like that.

You can't see what's going on... right in front of you.

I can see a cheeky boy that needs to learn manners.

You're going to stay out late again, like you always do.

-Stop being so rude or you'll regret it.

-I hate you.

I wish I could live somewhere else, anywhere else.

-I wish I didn't have to put up with you mouthing off!

-I'll run away!

Maybe that'll teach you a lesson!

It would be a blessing. One less mouth to feed.

-I thought we were going.

-Yeah, babe. You're right.

Just do what I told you and stop being so annoying.

We'll finish this in the morning.

You shouldn't let yourself get so worked up.

-Stupid kid does my head in.

-Let it go, babe.

Oi! Stop it. She's only been gone a minute.

Don't you tell us what to do.

-Only Mum can tell us off.

-She left me in charge, remember?

-If you wreck the place, I'll get blamed.

-We won't break anything.

We're playing, aren't we, Jack?

Yeah, we're playing. Don't be a spoilsport.

-I'll send you to bed now!

-Like to see you try.

-Stop being bossy.

Yeah. Pack it in, loser.

Or what? What are you going to do?

I'm in charge, remember?

Make us some grub, then, captain. Please. I'm really hungry.

-Yeah, me too. She said you had to make us something.

-Whatever.

I'll see what I can do, yeah? I don't want Jack to starve, do I?

-Just chill here.

-Yeah, right, man. We'll chill(!)

-We'll hang loose while you hit the pots, yeah?

-Yeah, baby, yeah.

Shut it, both of you. I'll call you when it's done.

I'm gonna get you, pinhead.

We'll have a nice time, just the two of us.

I don't know what it is with that boy

but when he gets started, he just goes on and on...

Yeah, I know.

I don't know where he gets it from.

But I'll tell you, sometimes, I swear, it's more than I can take.

-Yeah, babe.

-He's just so tiring.

Are you even listening to me?

-Of course I am.

-Well?

-You were going on about Sean again, weren't you?

-Oh, forget it.

Fair enough.

So, where do you want to go, then?

I thought we could start by having a little drink at the Royal.

-Here you go. Eat up.

-Thanks, Sean.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

'I'll be waiting for you Monday morning.

'Don't forget what you have to do. I mean it.'

For the morning.

'Dear Mum, I'm fed up of this.

'I'm going away forever, like I said.

'Don't know when I'm coming back.

'You won't care, cos you never do.

'Not when it's about me. Bye, then.

'Your son, Sean.'

Can't say I'll miss you.

SIREN WAILS

-Such a stupid idiot!

-What are you on about?

-Feel them. They're nearly burning.

-Lazy little...

I've a good mind to go and wake him and have a word right now.

You're hardly in a fit state.

Don't give me that. I'll talk to my son whenever I want.

All I'm saying is maybe you should come and lie down.

Before you fall over.

Yeah, you're right.

I'll talk to him in the morning.

No point in causing trouble.

Only spoil the mood...

How you doing, little space monkey?

-Hungry, are you? Have you got the midnight munchies?

-Leave me alone.

-Long way from home, aren't you?

-Maybe.

-Maybe not.

-Maybe this is where you hang out? Here in the square?

Maybe this is where he lives. Maybe his dad is the sausage man!

-Is your dad the sausage man?

-No!

He's not.

-I ain't got a dad.

-Ahhh. Poor lost little boy,

all alone with no dad to look after him...

Tell you what. I'll be your dad. Come on, son. Give me a hug.

-Bog off!

-Don't mind him. He don't mean no harm.

We're all one big happy family here, aren't we, girls?

Who's going to be your mum? What about her? Will she do?

Leave him alone.

-Hey, we're only having a laugh.

-Come on, no offence.

Here. Have a drink, all right?

Go on, take a swig. Won't do you no harm.

BOTTLE FALLS

-What did you go and do that for?

-We were trying to help you.

-Now you give us something.

-What's in the bag?

-Nothing.

Must be something real good or he wouldn't hold on so hard.

Come back. We haven't finished with you!

-Quick, come this way, you'll be safe.

-Who are you? What's going on?

-Anything there?

-Nah. It's a dead end.

Forget this. I'm knackered.

-I'm thirsty...

-And I'm still hungry...

Sweet dreams, little ones.

Don't disturb Mummy in the morning, all right?

Love you both.

Night, Sean.

-Sean?

-Are you coming to bed, or what?

Yeah, all right. Keep your hair on...

Where are we going?

-No questions. You'll see.

-All right.

What's your name?

-Sean. What's yours?

-Molly.

Thanks for helping, Molly.

-Molly?

-Yeah?

-Where are we going?

Don't give up, do you?

OK. There's a building... Not far.

Somewhere to shelter. It's cold but it's dry.

Come on, follow me.

How do we get in?

Look...and learn.

What if someone sees us,

and they call the police?

We run away, stupid.

Come on, don't hang around.

Follow me.

Are you coming in?

-You sure it's safe?

-Course it is. I've slept here loads of times.

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

Dean! Sean's gone.

Go back to bed.

I need him to switch the TV on and I can't find him anywhere.

I'll do it for you. Just don't wake Mum.

Don't you think she'll want to know?

She's been out. She hates to be disturbed the morning after.

-You know how she is.

-She'll kill us when she finds out.

Don't be stupid. You'll only make her more angry if you wake her.

I don't care. She needs to know.

-Sean's gone, Mum.

-Jack, leave her alone.

-No. We have to tell her.

What is it? Oh...

Oh, go... Stop bothering me.

Go and watch TV or something...

That's better. Now shove off, the pair of you, and stop bothering me.

Sean's gone, Mum.

-Leave it out.

-He has! He's not in his room.

-He's not anywhere.

-I'm going to get really angry...

Go and get your brother to put the TV on

and don't come back for at least two hours!

Mum, you've got to listen. Sean's gone. He's not in his room.

-He's not anywhere.

-What are you talking about?

He's run away.

You'd better not be winding me up.

This can't be happening. He can't have gone missing.

Well, where can he be?

Molly?

Molly, where are you?

Gary, Gary, Gary!

-What's all the fuss about?

-Sean's gone.

There's no sign of him anywhere.

And I can't find my torch. It's not in my room.

There must be an explanation. Maybe he just popped out.

Have you seen him this morning?

No, not this morning.

'The phone you are calling has been switched off.'

-'Please leave a message...'

-No answer.

Maybe his battery's flat.

I'm calling the police.

-What are they going to do?

-Find him, of course.

Don't forget, you did leave him on his own last night.

That's got nothing to do with it.

Whatever. Just leave me out of this, OK?

Hello? Yeah, all right, get me the police.

It's my son...

Sean, Sean Davies.

He's missing...

Molly?

MAN COUGHS

Molly?

Where are you?

Molly!

Where've you gone?!

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