Wish You Were Here Scrappers

MUSIC: "Brindisi from La Traviata" by Giuseppe Verdi

'I'm Terry Walker, and this is my scrap yard.'

-Morning, boss.

-All right, Coxy.

-Do you want a brew?

Cup of tea, please. Happy days.

'There's profit in every ounce of a scrapped car.'

50 quid, pal.

'I buy 'em. Strip 'em.

'Squash 'em and then flog the lot.'

What a good day.

'I started the yard over 20 years ago.

'A few years after I met Lyndsay, the wife.'

-Don't go mad spending money.

-Can I spend it on you then?

Oh, yeah, no problem.

He just makes money, like, it's just this knack he's got.

'I do it by employing lads that no-one else will.

'Individually, they're good lads. They're all right.'

But together, they're just like a load of hyenas.

LAUGHTER

It's like a circus sometimes.

SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER

You got to keep laughing, cos if you don't, you'll cry.

Move these tyres. Move 'em.

'I won't have the mickey took out of me.'

If they do that, they're history.

There's more cars to come up. Get 'em sorted.

If they show willing and they've got...

'And I can see something in 'em, I won't give up on them easily.'

Can't get a job nowhere else. Nowhere else will have me.

It's the Metro family

and it's the family that I've created from scratch.

When you wearing this, eh? Ooh!

After a hectic few months,

Terry and Lyndsay are leaving their scrap empire in Bolton

for a holiday in the sun.

I'm looking forward to it to be honest, Jon.

You know, it's been a bit hectic just lately

-with that open day and all that palaver.

-Yeah.

But leaving the business Terry's built up over 21 years

with his son Jon and daughter Jemma isn't going to be easy.

Even if it's just for a fortnight.

I will try and stay off me phone as much as I can.

But every now and then I will have a little look and see what's going on.

Just keep in touch with Jemma at all times

and keep your eye on the money.

Just work together, basically. Keep in touch, plenty of communication.

-You and Jon.

-Right.

-Anybody starts arguing, send 'em on.

-OK.

Well, obviously I'm apprehensive about leaving the kids in charge.

They'll do fine, fingers crossed.

The only time we have the problem is when Terry's interfering.

Crack on your normal!

With over 30 unruly staff to keep tabs on

and a weekly turnover of 25 grand to meet,

will Jon and Jemma be able to keep the yard afloat without them?

In Terry's Bolton empire of scrap yard

and second-hand car lot, the day's starting...

..slowly, as the staff adapt to life without the boss.

Oh, this is nice, this.

Terry's not here. Ian's over there. Alvin's not here.

People will get lazy and stuff.

Like, they've got to keep on it, got to keep on it.

Coxy!

Can you come up here a minute? Ta!

While the cat's away, the mice will play, won't they?

The yard's not good when Terry's not around.

There's, there's, there's no direction.

Things just seem to go slow.

You know what I mean?

Two staff members, on one car and they've took out one engine.

-What? In an hour?

-In a day.

Shut up!

Go up and have a look for yourself, mate.

2,000 miles away in Tenerife,

Terry and Lyndsay are enjoying their five-star hotel.

For now, all is well.

This is the life, isn't it? This is the life.

A lot of memories about Tenerife.

We've been coming here for about 20 years now

and worked our way up to this spectacular place.

-Hi.

-Hiya.

Sack, back and crack, love, yeah?

Sack, back and crack? It's you who's got a hairy arse, not me.

Anyways, supposed to relax having a facial.

-Relax?

-Don't be answering your phone.

I don't know the meaning of the word.

-Where's me phone, love?

-You'll enjoy it.

Seriously, he will answer that phone if it rings. Where is your phone?

You're not allowed.

-No, I won't, I won't, I'll be good.

-He will.

What do you reckon the lads are doing at the yard now?

-Dossing, surely.

-Oh, don't say that, Lynds.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Metro Salvage, parts department.

Terry has set the sales team a target

to sell £1,000 worth of parts a day.

I'll do it for 35 quid for you, you all right with that, yeah?

Maybe 25?

I'm after the door mechanism.

Door mechanism? You want it complete or just...?

Just the mechanism inside the door.

But with an average part selling for less than £50 a piece,

it's a tall order.

-Hi, pal.

-Door locking mechanism off a Citroen C3.

-30 quid, fella.

-No problem, matey.

-Happy days, buddy.

-That's yours.

And Jon and Jemma are starting to worry.

I've only earned about six grand this week up to now.

I need to make some more. I need, I need more.

Not got enough money in the bank.

That's what I'm trying to do today, now.

Trying to source the cash.

At the heart of the yard's money-making operation

is Gloria the Grab.

But to meet the 150 ton target for the week,

she needs to rip the metal from over 200 cars.

Today, 18-year-old Boyle,

who recently passed his crane test, is in the driving seat.

It's all right, it's good fun, I like it.

It's work at the end of the day, innit? But I like doing it.

It's a good job, that.

But without the boss watching over him, he's started to lose focus.

What the hell is he doing?

Office manager Ian, who's in charge of the yard's health and safety,

has spotted him.

Boyle!

Yes, come down.

Right, you were going from about there to there

and you were going like that, you were see-sawing the ... thing.

If anybody had been any place in there, had there been anything

come off of that or come out of that, it would've hit them, yeah?

-Use that, yeah?

-I know, yeah.

-Right.

All hell breaks loose, doesn't it, when he's not here?

It's not my fault, well, it is my fault, innit?

I can't help myself, can I?

In Tenerife, Terry is still trying not to check on the yard...

Just see if I've got any e-mails.

..unsuccessfully.

Yes, nine e-mails, I told you, I told you.

I'll give them a bell, I think that's what I'll do.

No, cos I can hear your voice.

Come on, Lynds, don't be at it.

'He drives me mad sometimes honestly, because, I don't mind'

until he starts getting really, really stressed.

And then that'll start a spiral, we start arguing and all sorts.

'Terry is no good at switching off from the yard.'

I've had e-mails from Terry today at 9:45,

9:58, 10:07,

10:49, 10:55.

It's not even dinner time yet.

I don't know how Mum must feel because it's just,

it's too much pressure.

He's constantly, constantly on the phone.

This morning he sent an e-mail

saying the shutters need to be put up.

What time was that? About half eight?

Yeah, but are they an hour in front?

I don't know.

Well, at the minute we've got two balconies.

I'm up here and Terry's downstairs because the Wi-Fi is much better.

But that suits me fine.

It's great, I can't hear his voice.

Terry's concerned that the yard might not be making enough money.

So he's accessing one of the 14 CCTV cameras he's had installed

to check up on them.

I can get onto them over the internet so basically I just have

to have Wi-Fi, click on this app and I'm on me cameras at the yard.

But he doesn't like what he sees.

It looks quiet and it looks totally unorganized.

As bad as it could ever be, it looks.

I mean if he was to look at cameras now at that yard,

there's nothing happening. So he's going to kick off.

Little Dave is the first to get orders.

Hiya, pal.

Terry wants him to organise the scrap engines

at the top of the yard.

So you're on with this other job now, yeah?

Cos I'm going to check the cameras in a minute.

I'll be on your case if you're not.

Don't worry about that, mate. I'm on it.

It's like Big Brother, ain't it? The eye in the sky.

Hello, Terry.

And he's checking with Coxy that they're buying scrap cars

at the right price.

Like I say, I would say probably 220 a car across the board.

Right, I'll get onto one of the lads in the office or Wes.

It's just when they're stood there like that going...

Get on the phone, you know? Make a few phone calls.

You know, get lively.

COMPUTER BEEPS

Ha-ha! Check that out. Now he's sending me photos of me

while I'm working.

He's got one of him sat on there, picking his nose, eating his dinner.

PHONE RINGS

Not at the same time.

I feel like I want to be there to step it up.

Terry has a plan to keep the yard busy and the money rolling in.

But he needs the help of son Jon, who runs the second-hand car lot.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-Yes, Jon.

Yes, Dad.

I've got a few things I need to run by you now.

-It's going to be a very busy day for you.

-All right. Go on.

Now I want you to get me ten cars together, you know,

to go up at Metro today, mate.

Right, well, I've got five cars out now.

I've got a couple of scrappers as well. About three scrappers.

Yeah, yeah.

Terry wants him to take the cars he hasn't managed to sell

to the main yard to be scrapped.

The parts and scrap metal can then be sold for a quick profit.

-Yeah, yeah. I'm on it. I'm on it.

-You on it like a car bonnet?

Yeah, I'm on it like a fat kid on a Big Mac.

Right listen, they're ready for you. The human dynamo.

Jon Walker, get cracking, mate, get cracking.

All right, all right, see ya. Bye. Bye-bye, bye.

When me dad's away, I like it because I have more responsibility,

I can put my foot down and put things right when I want to.

Hey, Ricko. These two cars, they're from Mahmud.

So he's got them. He wants his five...

I'm still doing this thing he asked me before, bro.

One thing at a time. What does he want now?

Listen, we need to crack on, right?

Do that then, I'll load the first car up and take it up, yeah?

Picture it. You on it?

You type the regs into, you know,

type the regs into the system, pal, get the log books out, let's go.

I'll show him how I can run this place when I'm older.

And I'll prove to him that I can run this place, like,

like he's never ran it before.

That's what I want in life, in the future.

I'm going to fly up to the top and come straight back down, next one.

Keep doing it, keep doing it, like that.

Next on his hit list is his daughter Jemma.

Here, Jemma, have you seen that what your dad's just sent?

To help the yard make some money, Terry's been in contact with

a regular customer who wants to buy a car he spotted in the yard.

But he's uncovered a problem.

He needs to give it a rest.

He just sent another one now saying, "Need pictures of cars in.

"Craig Howeth is asking for a price on a Corsa

"that I haven't seen. Why? I need pictures."

Terry has set up a system so that every car that comes into the yard

is photographed and put onto their website.

It should be foolproof.

I've just sent him an e-mail back to that one putting,

"Probably because there's not enough staff

"and the only person who has a phone is Lee who was on the window."

She's asking, "Who can take 'em?"

I'm saying, "You, Wes, Cox. Stop making excuses."

She's saying there's not the staff to do the job.

-When's this Corsa coming?

-I don't know what Corsa it is.

Exactly, so how am I supposed to help?

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, I'm not answering that.

Answer it, go on.

Hello?

I can't take excuses to say there's not enough staff.

There's phones in that yard and all I need is pictures taking

cos if not, we're losing money.

Well, basically, what I've just... I've just told this to Lee now

and he said he's doing everything on his own. No-one's helping him.

Absolute garbage, that.

Jemma, it's here. This one. Hang on.

There's no picture, so it must be this one.

Natalie's got it on the system, there's no picture

-but it's on the system.

-It came in today.

-Yeah, it came in today.

-250.

-250, we give for it.

-That's all I need.

It's like Craig now, if he wants to... He wants to buy that Corsa.

There's £500 wages in that car.

-I could have sold it to him right now for you.

-I know.

-All right, Jemma.

-All right. Bye.

All that getting hiked up and stress.

I didn't even know the car was there.

Found out the car was there and I just sold it.

We have to keep on top of them or else they won't make no money

and then we'll have no business left.

He says he's not, like... He's on holiday and he's just got...

-He's just mither, mither, mither, ain't he?

-Yeah.

It's lunchtime.

Dinner today is sausage 'n' mash.

Just stick it in the microwave. Ping! Done.

Look at that!

And profits are slowly creeping up.

-You all right, mate? What you after?

-Dashboard, innit?

-For?

One series.

-I'll do it at 250 for you.

-Yeah, that's cool.

-You want it?

-Yeah, yeah. I'll have that, I'll have that.

-No worries.

But while the sales window has just made £250,

at the back of the yard, there's trouble.

Word has just reached Ian that someone in the yard

has seriously breached their health and safety rules.

-Chris! Can I borrow you a minute, mate?

-What for?

-Right, I've been told...

-Yeah.

-..and I'm just asking the question,

there's two sides to every story,

have you been drinking on site today?

Yeah, well, I had a can at dinner. That's it though.

-On site? On this unit?

-Well, I brought it in, yeah.

Right, you understand you can't do that, yeah?

Yeah, I know, I know that, yeah.

So, I'm sorry, I've got no option.

-Coat on, you need to go home.

-Yeah.

-You'll get paid up to now.

I'm sacked?

No, no, no. You're going home for the day.

-OK, mate, coat on, I'll see you in the morning, all right?

-All right.

I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't, it's simple as that.

And I've been caught and that's it, you know what I mean?

What can I say? Terry would've gone mad.

I know for a fact he would

and maybe that's why I did it cos he were on holiday.

I don't know, I didn't do it consciously cos

he were on holiday, but maybe, I don't know, know what I mean?

Cos things are laxer when he ain't in.

It's not been that good today, to be honest.

But the day that me dad goes away, it starts,

they all start downstairs.

And I'm sat up here so I can't see what they're doing,

I can't go and walk in the yard. Roll on for the get home.

Jemma e-mails her dad the news.

Chris has worked for Terry for eight years

and is one of his oldest friends.

She knows the news will be hard to take.

I can't believe...

-..Chris has let me down.

-Why? What's he done?

He's been, been drinking on t'job.

Oh, my God.

Our Jemma's just text me now.

The yard would be in a right mess

-if we all decided to have a beer on t'job, wouldn't it?

-Yeah.

Bad enough when we've not had a beer.

I can't have that, I can't have that.

I've known him all them years, what?

You know, since we were four years old.

-That cannot be safe if you've had a drink.

-No.

-Can't be.

-No.

-And he should realise that and it is his doing.

-Yeah.

-Not ours.

-Top and bottom of it is...

-We've been good to him.

..he's let himself down,

-he's let his children down...

-And he's let you down.

..and he's let us down.

-Exactly.

-We've got to make a decision on him

-and it's got to be final.

-Yeah.

Aloha!

I'm on porridge this morning.

It's another day at Metro Salvage without the boss.

Jon is in early and on a mission to sell some cars.

570, come on, got to even it up.

-560.

-All right.

-And give me a fag.

-I've not got any. All right?

-Done deal.

-Yeah.

Boyle's on crane duty again,

but with much less enthusiasm than yesterday.

Look at him. Lazy little sod.

What's he doing? Is he asleep?

It looks like it. That grab's not moved.

He shouldn't be in that grab for a start, he's a liability.

He's going to cause an accident. He's going to kill somebody.

He's not going to cause much of an accident now. He's not doing nowt.

A repentant Chris is back at work.

Morning.

Like a lot of the lads, he's got a criminal record

and has served time for theft.

And today, he's thankful for the job he still has.

If it weren't for Terry, I wouldn't have got a job.

No-one else would've employed me, I don't think.

I don't know what I'd put on my CV, I really don't.

All they have to do is check on my past and that's it, see you later.

Society don't give you another chance when you've messed up

as much as I have, or other people as well, you know what I mean?

It doesn't... Terry gave me another chance,

that's why I owe him a lot, you know what I mean?

It's fair to say that I got a correspondence from Tenerife

and the decision was taken out of my hands

and I've been told that this is what's happening.

Four words which said, "Morning. He's sacked, Ian."

That's it, that's all it said.

Hi, Chris, just grab yourself a chair, mate,

and pull it over, please.

-Are you OK?

-Mm-hm.

Right, unfortunately Chris,

drinking on site is difficult in any walk of employment.

By drinking on site, you're impairing yourself

which means that you're putting yourself at risk, you're putting

your colleagues at risk and you're putting the public at risk.

So there's no other way to do this,

the only action I can take is to sack you with immediate effect.

You've let yourself down, mate.

OK mate, well, listen, I'm really sorry...

Well, it's just that, I thought I would be going home

cos it were dead so I bought a drink to go home with

and then I didn't get sent home so I just necked it quick

and that were it.

-I'm sorry that's the case, OK?

-No worries.

So listen, nothing personal, no hard feelings. OK, sorry, Chris.

-All right.

-Cheers, mate.

PHONE RINGS

Good morning, Metro Salvage, can I help you?

CHRIS SIGHS

It's unusual for Chris to walk in then put his coat on and walk out.

So I don't, I don't even know yet what's going on.

-Michelle.

-Right now,

I'm asking you now, what you said, you didn't know what had

happened with Chris. What's happened?

I don't know what's happened with Chris.

He's had a drink and that and he's come in.

And they've sacked him?

I'll just have one, I'll be good.

Been good anyway, I've not eaten today.

-You'll never guess what's just gone on.

-What?

Chris Fletcher's just been sacked.

-Give over.

-I know, for drinking.

He's upset as well.

Give over, why? Were he drinking this morning?

No, yesterday.

-Yeah.

-Oh, my.

-He was right upset as well.

-Were he?

He's just come down, put his coat on and gone.

-Oh, what a shame.

-Three kids.

At the yard, there's no crying over spilt milk.

It's business as usual for Jon

and he's just spotted another chance to make some money.

A car the lads have bought to be scrapped for parts,

he suspects might be worth saving.

Hey, Lee, have you got log book, please?

I want the log book for this 54 plate Rover.

Who brought it in?

Who brought it in? I don't know, bro.

If Jon can sell the Rover, he could make a healthy £500 profit.

Take a picture.

-I've uploaded it, Jon.

-Have ya?

It's uploaded, there's your MOT for it.

-How much did we pay for it?

-150.

October 2014, 36,000 miles?

-There you go.

-JON WHISTLES

That car will sell straightaway for 650 like that.

No problem.

# Heading straight back to the Neverland Ranch

# Peanut butter, jelly, chicken, tuna sandwich... #

Yo, brother!

Jon is on a mission to turn the car into cash.

Get that money in the bank, get the wages in the bank,

do you know what I mean? That's what you got to do.

Do you want to buy a car while you're here?

He rings a regular customer hoping for a quick sale.

Sam, brother, it's Jon.

It's got a full MOT, no tax,

log book and keys and it's 650.

Yeah, man, she's got your name all over it. Right, all right.

Thanks, pal, bye. Bye.

Sold that to a guy.

-650.

-HE LAUGHS

-Gracias, thank you very much.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Sales are picking up,

so Terry can afford to relax and start enjoying the holiday.

Do you want a drink?

I'll have a Cava, please.

At the yard, with one man down,

everyone is having to pull their weight

to keep on top of the workload.

We're running on a skeleton staff.

I think it's fair to say we're going to be struggling today, big style.

But the pressure is starting to get to some of the lads.

What did I say to you yesterday? You need to be in this yard, mate.

I said to Gaz...

I hate it when he's on holiday.

Just do, I hate it.

One of the worse days I've had here.

So I just can't wait to get home, jump in t'bath, get away from here.

Just mayhem.

Mayhem.

HE GRUNTS

Need some bodies.

They're all sitting on their arse!

But while everyone rallies to keep the yard going...

..Boyle has been distracted.

Boyle, honestly, that lad is a liability.

Natalie's just discovered that Boyle has sold some scrap copper

he's found in a car that's just arrived at the yard.

Do you know what he's just done, Jemma?

He's just gone to Platts, weighed it in and put the money in his bank.

Right, Linda, can you phone Platts, please,

and find out exactly how much they've given Boyle?

-LINDA:

-I will do.

That's thieving, that. Technically.

Well, it is. He honestly frustrates me, he really does.

'Hello, it's Linda at Metro Salvage at Bolton. Hiya.'

Erm, our young lad's just been in, Boyle,

and he's weighed some scrap in.

Can you tell me how much that was? What the value of that is?

£17.28?

Can you withhold that for us?

Don't put it into his account.

When Terry's here, Terry's watching over him,

making sure he's doing what he should be doing.

If he hasn't got that person to look over him he's wild,

he's like an animal. He'll be here, there and everywhere.

-JEMMA:

-Get him up here now.

-LINDA:

-Please can you get Boyle to come upstairs, please?

We need to talk to him. Thank you, bye.

Alvin will sort it. He'll come upstairs now.

Get in here.

-What they videoing me for?

-Just get in here now.

-Why?

Tell them to stop filming me.

They're not filming you, they're filming us. Get in here.

I'm not having you slating me while you're filming me.

Where is he now? Where is he?

Get here now or you're going home.

Get him up here.

You tell him to get his little ... arse up here or he's sacked.

Away from the cameras, Jemma speaks to Boyle and sends him home.

There'll be nobody left when Terry comes back.

It'll only be me and you.

Running yard and running coffee.

It'd be good.

Oblivious to the problems back home,

Terry and Lyndsay are dreaming about their future.

The day our Jon and Jemma say, "Look, Dad, go on holiday,

"you'll be looked after, you'll have a wage every week.

"Now stop getting under t'feet."

That'll be the day.

They'd love to say that to you now. They just can't.

It's looking good now that they are learning

and we can come here and they can run it.

I'd love that, there's nothing more that I'd love that.

When we get back, the way I see it,

it's the first day to the next holiday, innit?

Weighing that part in is stealing, you can't do that.

£17 but it's not the point, it's the principle

and we'll deal with it when Terry gets back off holiday.

He's now suspended until then.

PHONE RINGS

It's not me. Is it yours?

Oh, I'll leave it for now, it'll be all right.

MUSIC: "Brindisi from La Traviata" by Giuseppe Verdi

Basically, this yard now, it looks like it's their yard and not my yard.

Craig, move these tyres!

Terry's mood today is teetering on boiling.

It's your job! I'm paying the wages every week, 10 grand!

16 to 17,000 here, we could go into arrears.

Need me job back, don't I? It's where I'm meant to be.

At the moment, I feel like this is it for me and Boyle.