With or Without You Scrappers

'I'm Terry Walker, and this is my scrapyard.'

All right, our Dean?

-You all right?

-All right, boss.

'I buy cars. I strip 'em, squash 'em, and flog the lot.'

-It's coming together nicely.

-I've never seen a place like this.

-Don't strain yourselves, will you?

-We won't.

'It's the love of my life...

-'..other than our Lyndsay, the wife.'

-Who's paying this?

-Is it more than a grand?

-Yeah.

-You're paying it.

-No, I'm not. You're paying it.

-Woah!

Nobody can do the deal like Terry, nobody. He is a one-off.

'One day, we plan to hand this all over to our kids.'

I am here solely for my family.

He loves this job.

You won't find them in the corner shop!

'But first we've got to get it running right.'

Stop messing about! It's exactly how it shouldn't be.

'That's the hard bit.'

I want the yard to be run properly.

Oi! Frank! It's not even safe to work.

He's under the bonnet of this car for nothing.

Can you get a high-vis vest on? You? That's not high-vis.

Worst-case scenario, they'll close us down.

INDISTINCT

SHE LAUGHS

INDISTINCT

'In the middle of all this chaos...'

'..we've got to somehow try and earn a few quid as well.'

I'm stuck!

'But if we stick together,

'do the job right...'

METAL CRASHES

'..and keep the cars rolling in,

'we'll be one big happy family.'

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Right. Come on. Out of the road.

After months of rows at the yard and rows at home,

something seems to have gone wrong with Terry.

Phew!

So now what can we get rid of?

He's refused to go into the yard for a whole week.

Instead, in the middle of winter, he's spring cleaning.

It's too much sometimes. Sometimes you've just got to take a break,

take a bit of time out.

I'm in a love-hate relationship with my business.

They're doing half the job, they're just not doing it right

they're not doing it how I want it to, and it's upsetting me.

It's bothering me. I'm bringing it home, Lyndsay's worried about me,

cos I'm just like...

When I walk into that yard I become the Hulk.

He's built it up to where it is now

and he's put that many hours in, he's literally burnt himself out.

But it's not like him. He's a bit emotional and...

He's getting worked up, isn't he?

What he needs to learn is new techniques rather than rarara...

He's ranting and raving all the time.

I think it's doing him quite good being at home, taking a seat back.

I think myself he's hiding, doesn't really want to clean

the cupboards, he's hiding from the stress.

This is another cupboard that needs cleaning out now.

# Smile though your arse is itching... #

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Mick to reception.

For months, Terry's been under pressure from the authorities

to bring his business's finance and safety up to the latest standards.

HE LAUGHS

The yard is still the biggest in the North West

but for a whole week now it's been running without the boss.

Terry seems to think that the place can't run without him,

but it runs all right.

800 quid. Yeah.

The takings are good.

Take the engine out then, then all the doors, the lot.

Terry not being here,

me ears have stopped ringing - not shouting at me as much.

Maybe not coming in, his blood pressure will go down

and when he does come in, he'll be chilled.

But the peace and quiet may not last much longer.

I'm not going in to work, I'm just going in simply to sign some papers,

and then I'll make my way back home again.

Every time I try and stay at home for any length of time,

I always get drawn back in.

Two sausage, two bacon.

You know that juicer I've got at home?

I've got a spare one, which I could bring in, and we could

do fruit juices, you know,

like down the lines of healthy eating.

-Do you know the price of fruit?

-I know it's expensive, isn't it?

Would they even drink it?

I suppose I could get some and they could try it.

They are fussy, aren't they?

-Debs!

-Terry!

-Hot chocolate, please.

-No probs.

-All right, Chelle?

-You all right?

-No.

I'm not 100% and I don't feel like coming in this place.

Can't do it. I can't be happy and funny any more right now.

The authorities have said we need to do A, B, C

and these are not doing it. They're not complying to it.

I won't kick off unless there's something to kick off about.

You look at Lee, for instance, he's not got no high-vis on.

I'm the one who's moaning all the time. Lyndsay's saying,

"Look, you're changing like the Hulk."

Why don't Lyndsay go and tell them?

Meanwhile, on her way to the office,

Lyndsay's been thinking along those very same lines.

Worried about Terry's stress levels,

she's decided to find out for herself

what's really going on in the yard.

-All right, cock?

-All right?

-Guess what I'm doing tomorrow.

-What? Go on.

I'm swapping roles with your dad.

-Ha!

-I'm doing the gate.

Have you got to go and check all the parts and things like that?

You really think I'll be checking parts?

If you're taking the full role of Terry...

I delegate. I don't do it myself.

I ask somebody else to go and do it.

-Right, have you seen who you've got to work with?

-Nesbitts!

They're all a set of Nesbitts.

The thing is, we're trying to comply

with every single rule that they have given us

and Terry keeps finding them doing different things

and not doing as they're told.

This is the reason why I am going in the yard -

to have a look around and see what is going on.

I hope they behave.

I hope they don't.

Don't get me stressed! I'm looking forward to it.

Anyway, while I'm down there, your dad's up here.

Oh, nice one.

Be prepared that he might come home with a black eye or something.

Give him a dig in his eye.

Give him his money back.

If you do it once, they'll want it doing all the time.

Downstairs, there are signs that Lyndsay's intervention

can't come too soon.

Can't buy cars with fresh air.

They're moaning upstairs that there's no money.

Terry hasn't been able to resist coming out of the cafe

to have a word with sales manager Lee.

One of the car traders has bought a car off us, £500.

OK?

I've said to the trader, "Have you paid for the car?" He said, "No."

He's letting people buy cars and take 'em

without paying for them, when we need the money.

I know what I'm doing. I've...

No, you don't.

I'm doing it, don't worry.

When Terry comes in shouting, put them on.

"What are you saying?

"I can't hear you."

Terry's all stick and no carrot. That's the problem.

He's not bought the carrot. Just using stick.

It's making me feel like a failure because all of a sudden,

in this world, today,

we've been told that we have to implement new rules in.

But it isn't happening. For instance, old lady there,

if she slips on that floor and bangs her leg or anything

they're coming to me.

Like now that lorry's backing in, there's no light,

-there's nobody properly backing him.

-I'll have a chat.

There's loads of things winding me up, that's the problem.

Terry's brief view of what's going on in the yard

has done nothing to lift the mood he's been struggling with for weeks.

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And Lyndsay's plan for tomorrow might not help much either.

I've had a word with the girls today. I'm going to...

You've had a word with the girls?

Yes.

The reason I'm going in the yard, it's to see...

To prove a point, to shoot me down, to prove me wrong.

Shut up! You're always on the defensive!

It's to see where they're going wrong, these lads,

and what they're doing

and why they're not wearing the stuff they should.

I want to go in with a different attitude to you.

I'm not going to bawl and shout about anything.

If I'm not happy,

I'll take them to one side and tell them I'm not happy.

Fine, fine.

It's just to show you that you don't have to be frothing at the mouth

and veins coming out your neck - it can be done a different way.

You're portraying me to be shouting and bawling all the time.

No, I'm not.

BOTH TALK AT ONCE

See what I mean? You're starting frothing!

I'm not portraying you as that at all, I'm on about in that situation.

You're not always like that.

Let's see if there's any of that situation tomorrow then

and see if you froth at the mouth.

Can't see me doing that, Terry.

-Something's just occurred to me.

-What's that?

I'll stay in bed in the morning while you make me breakfast!

It's the morning of Lyndsay's takeover

and the weather has taken a dramatic turn.

I think she's going to struggle. I don't think she'll last a day.

I don't.

It's not a woman's job out there in the cold all day.

On an average day, the yard takes around three and a half grand,

but, today, expectations are low.

When Terry's in, the takings do go up cos he's got contacts.

Lyndsay's not got contacts.

Everyone make sure you've got your high-vises on.

Everyone's ready for the new boss

but, even though it's 9am, so far there's no sign of her.

I'm just making his breakfast.

Because we've swapped roles, it's my turn.

Lyndsay!

Come on, shift it and hurry up! I need to get up!

-What are you saying?

-Shift it and hurry up!

The day's going to be over at this rate.

Shut up!

He's made me late on purpose, honestly!

Are you still here?

Listen, King Dick!

Come on.

Just get it and hurry up, I've got to go.

What the...

You've rushed that, haven't you?

-Anyway, thank you very much. What the hell have you got on?!

-Pants.

-You can't go to work dressed like that.

-Watch me!

In an ideal world, I'm hoping that the takings are decent

and also, if I come across a problem, I want to show him that

you don't have to start shouting and bawling.

See what the day brings!

Don't start.

Morning, boss!

Behave!

Morning.

It's going to be funny.

Give us a high-vis.

Hello, breakers.

I'm getting a brew. First job.

You can't come in at ten o'clock and expect a brew.

Get us one as well while you're there, please.

Hiya, Michelle.

Yeah.

Can I have a brew, please, before I start, bring me round?

Well, first of all, she's late. So she should be going home now.

She should be being sent home, really.

-Do I look funny or something?

-It's the pink!

Morning, Terry!

Breakers.

On a normal day, the efficiency of the entire business

depends on Terry, who identifies customers' needs

at the front gate and directs the lads to serve them.

Today, all that is down to Lyndsay.

We've just come to buy some scrap.

Here, love. Sorry about that.

Ford Mondeo, driver's side seat belt.

-Is Terry in yet?

-Not seen him yet.

Look at her. She looks like a little dwarf, doesn't she?

I bet she's freezing. Bless her.

She tries talking like she knows what she's talking about.

The Kangoo van at the back, the white one. How much?

-Down at the back?

-Yeah. There's nobody down there so...

Oh, right.

He's on the phone.

I'll get Simon to go down with you and look at it.

All I can think about is the yard, and how Lyndsay's going on.

I hope she's all right but I have no problem whatsoever

cleaning my own house.

Come on. Come on.

I think she'll get a little taste of it today

but it won't be a true reflection

on what my life's all about with regards to work.

All right?

HE LAUGHS

Who?

-Say that again.

-What's he doing in it?

Just half an hour as boss of the yard

and Lyndsay's been called to deal with a potentially serious incident.

I'll have to go up.

Stackers are used to move scrap cars around the site.

Although yard junior Dean has only just qualified as a driver,

operating the stacker isn't actually part of his job.

What's happened?

INDISTINCT

Somebody's said that you've hit George.

INDISTINCT

One serious accident and the yard could be shut down.

For Lyndsay, it's her first chance

to show an alternative to Terry's management style.

George, has he just hit you with a stacker?

I don't know how true it is - somebody's walked down and said it.

I don't know if he's hit him or not.

First day Lyndsay's here, she's not going to be impressed.

She won't be as shouty as Terry but she'll still get her point across.

I've not been nowhere near him, nowhere near him.

Frank's just started shouting at me cos I was dropping some sawdust off.

Listen, Dean. Don't go in it.

Stay out of the stacker. Do not go in it at all.

Because of his age, people just worry -

he gets a bit anxious, a bit giddy and a bit careless.

Well, today it's raining as well. Keep him away.

He is a pest, to be honest, but he's young,

he just needs a bit of training.

Hopefully, he'll listen to what I've just said.

I've said stay away from them completely.

But Dean's not the only one who's a health and safety risk.

This should be on the stacks.

Why's that out there? Why's that like that?

Despite Terry's efforts to bring the yard up to scratch,

Lyndsay's discovering there's plenty of room for improvement.

Shit. The stacker's running as well.

-Is that normal?

-No, it's not.

Coxy!

That should not be running without a driver in it.

Right. My fault.

Good. So you take responsibility.

Took off this for a minute.

I could have walked behind that and it rolled.

Each year, £100,000 of the yard's income

comes from the sale of spare parts.

But if the parts aren't put on the sale shelves,

they won't reach customers.

-That's not good enough.

-It's just a mess.

What are these doing here anyway?

In my eyes, I'd put it where it's going to be.

It should be where it's going to be.

It turns out it's another case

of 16-year-old Dean not doing what he's told.

How many times have we asked you to move these panels?

How many times do you walk off?

If you spoke to me with respect then I'd move them.

Ask him, "Please can you move these panels into here."

Really, you've got to listen, Dean,

because if it's not done, I'll have to give you warnings.

Can you say it again while I hold that ear?

It goes in one and out of the other!

No, let's give him a chance. Where are we going?

I don't think Lyndsay understands

that we've asked Dean a million times to do things

and he walks off and disappears.

Some people in here see kindness as a weakness.

You've got to be strong. You've got to be hard.

It's been an eventful morning in the yard

and Terry's making a relaxed entrance at the office.

Bloody hell, it's roasting.

Bloody roasting, isn't it?

It's like I've just come back from the Caribbean.

Who's going to get me up on auctions?

That's not what you're here for.

-How are you, love?

-All right.

-Weather all right for you?

-Fine and dandy.

Lovely and warm up here, flower.

Want to do it again tomorrow?

It's my day off tomorrow. I don't mind Friday.

A bit of salt. Seasoning. It's all about the seasoning.

In the cafe, Debs and Michelle are also trying something different,

introducing their new healthy eating menu for the lads.

Would you not try it?

No, it's got all peppers, mushrooms, all that crap in it, no.

There you go, there's a healthy eater for you.

We don't have a healthy eater on the premises, have we?

You're very cynical about my couscous, aren't you?

-Want to bet how many portions you sell?

-Two.

THEY LAUGH

One for me, one for you!

Freezing.

THEY LAUGH

What you laughing at?

Your little...pink pants.

My little pink pants.

-Have you got thermal socks on?

-Yeah.

And tights and all sorts. Still cold.

-Freezing cold?

-Want some soup?

My shoes are heavier than me.

Walking like a penguin.

-How are you finding it?

-Easy.

-Easy?

Do you know something, Lyndsay? I knew you would.

Well, there's been a few problems this morning but...

But you've sorted them?

I've not shouted, I've not risen my voice yet.

Sorry for laughing, Lyndsay,

but I'm just looking, look at that snow now, what you've got waiting.

# Do you wanna build a snowman? #

Up in the office, the girls have been easing Terry in gently.

Jemma...

..I've got really, really bad belly ache.

Need a poo?

No, I think I might be due on.

Terry, have you got any sanitary towels?

I can sort out Milly's nappies.

SHE LAUGHS

I've done the mail. I've rang the accountant,

sorted one or two cars out on the system,

flicked through these CVs while listening to a load of claptrap.

Listen, this is nothing, absolutely nothing.

If we give you the full extent of what we did,

-your head would fall off your shoulders.

-No, it wouldn't.

I've been here since you were an itch in your dad's keks.

They decide to get him started on some real work.

Blood... Is that just to get in?

-You've not even made a payment.

-Is this the easiest way to pay?

This is the way it does. This is easy, this.

Erm... I've got to find the company, haven't I?

You've got to put the amount in first.

That's what I'm doing.

This is taking ages.

Something that's a two-minute job is taking far too long.

Don't start trying to put me under pressure.

It's Gloria the grab who rips all the cars to be sold as scrap metal.

But first it's the job of Frank and George

to strip each car of usable parts to be sold separately.

The job requires heavy cutting machinery

and the constant use of safety goggles.

MACHINE TOOL WHIRS

If they're doing a cut out there with no glasses on

there's a problem.

They need them.

They've put it on now.

All t'time, this, yes? All the time.

For your safety as well.

Never no glass. There you go.

What happens if something goes in your eye?

Who would be at fault? Me?

-David?

-David? Exactly. And me.

Health and safety come in, we get shut down.

Always just keep them there,

all the time, every time you cut anything - goggles. No excuse.

He's even lifting it up now.

My God!

I'll come back in a bit and have a look again.

-The amount of times we've said this...

-It's for their own safety.

-I don't understand.

-Neither do I.

Here you are. Are you all right?

As the afternoon sets in, Lyndsay gets into her stride.

There's no shouting or bawling.

The yard seems to be running smoothly and the money's coming in.

Come out of t'way of t'wagon.

Tell gobshite at the back to answer the phone when I ring him.

You concentrate on that. Causes all the bloody trouble.

Where's he going?

Even Terry seems to be enjoying being back in the yard.

-Just try it.

-Mediterranean couscous?

-With chicken.

He's going to say it's awful.

No, it's all right. It's nice.

Hey! Proper chef, me!

THEY LAUGH

Takings on window up to now, two and a half grand.

-We're not doing too bad.

-I prefer having you here, Linds.

You've set your stall.

Within reason, it looks OK.

It looks like Lyndsay's on course

to make the daily average of three and half grand.

But now she wants to know if her approach has worked with the staff.

I'm just going checking to see how Dean's doing.

I have seen him working but not on the jobs I've asked him to do.

What have you done? Anything I asked you to?

Yeah. I moved them but they've piled back up again.

-So them are different parts?

-Yeah, they're different.

Those are the same panels you did before.

I asked him nicely. I said, "Please can you move the panels, Dean?"

He went, "Yeah." He took two bumpers in there.

I said, "Thank you, Dean." I never saw him again.

They're asking him to do other things as well,

so maybe this is a problem with the yard.

Right, go on, move them.

It seems Lyndsay's gentle management style hasn't paid off with Dean.

I knew they had asked Dean to go down there

before I even come up here.

So... But then he could come straight back

and carry on moving them. He's capable of moving them.

God, he needs a chaperone permanent.

And when Lyndsay goes back to check on Frank and George,

it looks like her softly-softly approach

hasn't worked with them either.

-Are you cutting?

-No.

Were he cutting then?

INDISTINCT

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

I told him before, the other guy, to keep the goggles on his hat

and they're off.

Now he's looking for them.

Yes? Frank, we've got a problem...

..because I've come back up to check on t'goggles again.

You, up here, are the manager.

This, this, every time, goggles.

MACHINE TOOL DROWNS SPEECH

I mean it, 100%. You tell them.

I've not seen much of her, to be honest.

She's either been hiding or been very busy.

-She's been busy. They've loved her down there.

-Have they?

-Yeah.

Lyndsay's done all right.

She stuck it out. I know I said she wouldn't, but she did.

Come on!

I'm finding it difficult to drive with my feet

they're that cold.

Bit of a shock to my system this, you know.

But after her long day in the yard,

Lyndsay's realised there may be more to the problem

than Terry's hot temper.

Erm... They're just not getting it, to be honest.

I can't get it how you give an instruction,

you ask them to do something and you go back three hours later

and they're doing the same mistake again.

I just don't understand where they're coming from.

This is where Terry's problems are coming from,

the stress of having to keep repeating yourself, day in, day out.

Do this, do it like this.

They're just not doing it, to be honest.

We do need to sort this problem out

and I will try and think how I am going to sort it out.

Oh, you're home.

Are you all right?

-Yeah, fine.

-Bloody hell.

-What?

Well, I saw you've done it, haven't you, bless you?

-I've done it.

-Bloody hell,

all they did upstairs is take t'mickey out of me,

throwing everything at me.

Come here, come here. Well done!

HE LAUGHS

You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards.

-I have. I'm going to get a shower.

-How much have you done today?

-Five grand!

-Get out of it!

No chance, no way!

The last few weeks have been tough for Terry and Lyndsay.

But they never miss their weekly date-night

at their favourite restaurant.

-How's the yard been today?

-It's been really good.

Are you saying it's better without me?

No, I'm not saying that,

but the atmosphere is not as stressed.

Yeah. Just taste that, I'm telling you now.

That is...

You've given it to me with the shell.

He's trying to choke me!

My heart is in that yard.

We want you to be part of the yard, Terry. Nobody doesn't want that.

You are the heart of the yard, but it's got to change.

You've got to look after yourself, your own sanity,

your own health.

Them staff should be doing what you want them to do.

And Lyndsay has a proposal for Terry.

You know like...

You've watched Gordon Ramsay on them restaurants?

I need to get someone in, a management consultant guy...

A management consultant? What does he do?

He'll just observe how you work,

how the staff are working,

how your reaction to things is.

Are you OK with that?

Listen, I love you. I'll do whatever you want to do

to get our life...

I want to spend time, quality time with you.

I'm looking forward to it.

-I'm willing to take on board...

-You've got to listen.

-You can't kick off.

-Course I'll listen! I'm ready for it!

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I've been in business for 30 year! I need an MBE me,

not a bloody management consultant.

-What we're going to try is praise people.

-What for?!

-Anything you're happy about round here?

-No.

How can somebody change overnight like that? They can't.

What happens if you kill someone? My son?

Scrapyard wars is on!

Health and safety will have a field day.

I just want to tell you I love you!