To Catch a Thief Doctors

You said you'd deliver the sofa between 12 and 2.

And now you're saying you tried to deliver it ten minutes ago

and you've taken it away again because I wasn't there!

I didn't know you were going to be three hours early!

Well, if you can't deal with it, I want to speak to your manager.

Now.

She's taken my bag!

Stop! Stop!

That's my bag. Give it back.

Someone call the police!

Hi.

I'm Adam Grundy, your instructor.

Emma Reid.

You ready for some serious yoga?

Absolutely.

MOBILE RINGS

Why?

Why can't I keep my phone?

She stole my bag!

You are going to charge her with something?

We're going to need statements from both of you.

That's going to take a while. You don't have to wait.

You could come back later.

This is ridiculous.

Rob. You wanted me to check someone else over?

Yes, this is Anita Heaton.

She's 11 years old,

just been arrested for street robbery.

-Another one?

-God, they're getting younger.

We've had a spate of them recently.

I swear, most of them are still in primary school.

Anyway, she snatched someone's bag,

the victim chased after her and she's fallen over.

Got cuts and bruises. Anita.

This is Doctor Clay.

He's going to take a look at you, all right?

Now, I've phoned your mum and we've left a message.

-But in the meantime, you can stay in the doctor's room.

-Why?

Why? Because you're too young to go into a cell.

-No, I'm not.

-Don't argue with me.

Trust me, his room is a lot nicer.

All yours, Doc.

MOBILE RINGS

All right. Come on, Anita.

You are a proper doctor?

Me? No, no. I just wondered in off the street.

I'm just pretending.

Don't tell anyone though, OK?

You're mental, you.

Quite possibly.

Right. Let me have a look at your hands.

You know what?

I think you'll live.

So, you just fell on your hands and knees?

You didn't bang your head?

How come you weren't in school?

Didn't fancy it.

Don't you start. Mum's always on at me to go.

Your mum's right.

Sorry. Is that sore?

No.

Not really.

Right.

Can I take a little look at your arms?

How did you get the bruises, Anita?

It was her.

That lady whose bag I took.

She grabbed me.

You see, the thing is,

those bruises are several days old.

There's no way they could have happened this morning.

When am I going to get out of here anyway?

I want to go home.

They're going to have to interview you.

Ask you a few questions. It's nothing to be scared of.

I know. I've got to keep my head down and say "no comment".

Who told you that?

No-one. I, erm, saw it on TV.

Good, Natalie.

Sita, that's nice.

Don't forget to breathe.

Beth, good.

Emma, let's adjust you.

That's how it was in my Jennifer Aniston video.

Must have copied it wrong. I'm sorry.

You're doing fine, Emma.

Just breathe.

Right. OK. Oh.

OK. Interview with Anita Heaton.

Also present is myself, Sgt Hollins,

Andrea Woods and Doctor Clay.

Anita, for the sake of the tape, can you say your name, please?

No comment.

You can tell them your name.

It's the other questions you don't have to answer.

-Anita.

-Right, Anita, were you on

Letherbridge High Street this morning at 9.30?

No comment.

Did you see a woman, Sophie Carsley, with a shoulder bag?

No comment.

Did you see that shoulder bag being put on a bench?

-No comment.

-OK.

I want to ask you another question.

Doctor Clay has found some bruises on your arms.

Did someone do that to you?

No comment.

He's just trying to help you.

Ryan.

Thank you.

Who's Ryan?

Ryan Stewart.

Mum's ex.

He used to hit her as well,

then he started on me.

Why would he do that?

Because he's a pig.

Mum threw him out.

When was this, Anita?

Last Friday.

Did Ryan do anything else to hurt you?

All right! I did it. I took that woman's bag, OK?

I'm pleading guilty.

Actually, that's the bit you do in court.

So, you did intend to rob her?

I didn't intend.

I did it.

Did someone ask you to steal it?

Did someone make you steal it?

No! No-one makes me do anything.

I robbed that woman's bag.

It was my own idea.

Can I go now?

No.

Not until your mum gets here.

OK, we're going to do Natarajasana

or Lord of the Dance pose.

Deep breath in.

Right leg floats up behind you, bend your knee.

Clasp the right foot with the right hand.

That's it, Emma.

Look at Beth. See what she's doing?

Left arm up. Press into the right hand, pitching forward.

OK. Don't worry, Emma.

I'll come and join you in a minute.

Guys, you just hold your positions.

Emma, let me give you something simpler to do.

Left arm up

and just keep straight.

-Sorry. I'm sorry.

-It's OK.

Oh, Mr Robson.

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

I came to apologise.

What I said the other day, it was rude.

And ungrateful.

See, I just wasn't ready to talk about what I'd done.

It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

You've been trying to help me,

you've every right to ask about my past.

Mr Robson...

I have been thinking about this since our last meeting.

I do not think I can continue to befriend you.

I am not up to the task.

I'm sorry.

I wish you well, but...

I understand.

I must get on with the flowers.

I wanted to thank you for something,

well, apart from saving my life.

There is no need.

I've started to pray again.

I am glad.

But you really do not have to thank me.

Yes, I do.

You see, before I met you, I couldn't.

For years.

Now I can.

Well...

do you want to pray now?

See you at lunch, Emma.

Emma?

It will get easier.

I shouldn't be here. This is an advanced course.

I'm hardly even a beginner.

I'm just holding everyone back.

It's not a competition, Emma.

I'm useless at it.

No. You're just further down the learning curve.

Please. Spare me the jargon.

I bet you've always been good at everything.

Top of every class. Right?

Pretty much, yes.

And now you're trying something

that's out of your comfort zone.

That takes guts.

I thought this would make me feel relaxed!

I'm more stressed now than when I arrived.

You're overthinking it.

Yoga's not an intellectual exercise.

It's spiritual, physical.

Try to let go. Listen to your body.

Right now, my body is telling me to go home and have a nice hot bath.

Oh, come on. You've hardly even started.

Don't give up now.

Anyway, you don't strike me as a quitter.

All right.

You asked me why I did it.

I can tell you.

I don't know if you want to know.

You talk, I will listen.

I always went out a lot.

Met girls.

Right from the age...

of 12, 13.

They dressed provocatively.

You know, little skimpy tops,

short skirts, heels. Perfume.

I was a bundle of hormones.

Of course, it drove me mad.

They knew exactly what they were doing,

they enjoyed having that power.

Some of them were real...

teases.

And I...

I just reckoned it was all a game.

You know, girls lead blokes on.

Blokes have to prove themselves.

Rise to the challenge.

That's how it works.

Everyone knows the rules.

When a woman says, "No,"

when one of your victims said, "No,"

and made it clear that they did not want to have sex with you...

I never thought they meant it.

When they said, "No,"

when they said they'd changed their minds,

that was all part of the game.

They wanted me to force them.

It made it more exciting.

I know that's horrible.

And it's not what I think now.

It's what I thought back then.

When I...

When I did what I did.

If you're going to question my daughter, I want to sit in.

I have got the right...

We've already done it, I'm afraid.

We couldn't get hold of you.

We needed to get ahead. So...

Anyway, she is now ready to be released back into your care.

But I should have been there.

If you've bullied her...

We don't do that, Mrs Heaton.

And her appropriate adult was a social worker.

And she asked for a Police Surgeon.

-Who?

-This is Doctor Clay.

Jimmi, this is Melanie Heaton, Anita's mum.

It's Mel. No-one calls me Melanie.

OK. Mel.

We found some bruising on Anita's arms.

Any idea how it got there?

What'd she say about it?

Well, never mind what she said.

I'm asking you.

That'd be my ex, Ryan.

It won't happen again. I've thrown him out.

When?

Friday just gone.

Should've done it sooner, but...

This is the reason why Anita's acting up.

She can be a right little terror sometimes,

but she's not a bad kid.

Please, don't be too hard on her.

For the moment, you can take her home.

Thanks.

I just want to get her out of here.

Oh, no offence.

None taken.

Anita. You are being bailed.

Which means you've got to come back here in three weeks. OK? Excuse me.

MOBILE RINGS

Sweetheart, what were you thinking?

Come here.

Anita.

This is my card.

OK? It's got my mobile number on there,

the surgery number where I work.

If you ever need to talk about anything.

I'll look after that for you.

She'll just lose it.

What are you like, eh? Come on.

Deep down, I knew what I was doing,

but I didn't want to know.

I didn't see the girls'...

the victims' fear because I didn't want to see.

I didn't want to admit it was real.

So, you told yourself it was all a game.

Yes.

But even when they struggled, said "No," and begged me to stop...

See...

I always thought women had all the power in sex,

in relationships. You know, they were in control.

If a bloke fancied a girl,

she could twist him round her little finger. So...

..I didn't even see it as a crime.

I thought it was just a way of...

getting some of the power back from women.

Redressing the balance.

So, you think women have all the power?

I know many women who would not agree with you.

That's what I thought then.

Not now.

Really?

You're saying that Mel gave Anita the bruises?

-Maybe.

-You got any proof?

-Anita's terrified of her.

-Yeah, I know,

but I'd be terrified, if I'd robbed someone

and my mum was coming down the station to bail me out.

-Nah, it was more than that.

-Go on?

I saw Anita flinch.

And then there's the bruises.

They both say it was the ex-boyfriend.

I do know Ryan Stewart. I've arrested him a few times.

He's a real charmer. Handy with his fists.

It makes sense that he did it.

Mel seems decent enough.

MOBILE RINGS She seems to care about the kid.

Sorry.

-Hello?

-'Hello, it's Anita.'

Anita?

'I'm in real trouble this time.'

Hang on a sec. Listen, I'm with Sgt Hollins.

I'm just going to put you on speaker phone. OK?

-Go on.

-'It's my fault. I messed up robbing that woman.'

What do you mean?

'I got caught. We're not supposed to get caught.

'We get punished.'

"We"?

Anita, where are you?

'At home. I've got to go.'

Come on.

Just because some silly little girl

many years ago might have led you on,

that gives you the right to punish women,

all women, for the rest of your life?

I suppose I did think that.

Yes, until...

Until...?

I was trying not to look in her face,

as always, but then I did.

Just for a moment.

And I saw this...

absolute terror.

She was scared for her life.

It wasn't a game.

I knew what I'd done.

Was she dressed provocatively? Did she lead you on?

No.

I still see her face. It haunts me.

You probably think I deserve that.

That is not for me to decide.

What are you going to do?

-SHE SCREAMS:

-I do not know what I'm going to do!

I just need time to think.

Can we have a word?

I was just going shopping. So...

It won't take long. It's about Anita.

Erm, oh, she's not here.

Where is she, Mrs Heaton?

She's, erm, playing out on her bike.

Your daughter phoned me, sounding quite distressed.

Said she was in the house.

She's winding you up.

Honestly, you can't believe a word she says.

We'd still like to be sure and check.

Like I said, she's not here. So...

If she's out and she's playing,

she'll have her phone with her, won't she? So...

Oh, no.

She's probably got it switched off, actually.

You're wasting your time.

ANITA'S MOBILE RINGS

She left it behind.

I forgot.

I only just picked it up, so...

Right. I need to search the house.

Well, you're going to need a warrant then.

No, not if I think she's in danger.

-Anita!

-Anita!

-She's not here.

Anita! Anita!

-She's not here.

-Anita!

HEY! HEY! HELP ME!

-Rob.

-Yeah?

-Rob.

-Rob, move this.

-Yeah.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's OK

She locked herself in there!

-She would do anything to get attention.

-Drop it.

You stupid girl.

-I'm sorry, Mum.

-No, it's OK.

OK. Now, if it starts to hurt, breathe.

Breathe into it.

Do what your body's comfortable with.

OK, the pigeon pose.

Left knee forward.

Right leg back,

bending the right knee.

Oww! I've got cramp.

OK, let me help you.

No, I... No, I'm fine.

SHE GROANS IN PAIN

OK, everyone, let's take a break.

15 minutes.

It was Mum's idea. She taught us all.

All?

Me and the other kids.

How did she find them all?

They were my friends.

And their friends.

She called it an after-school club.

They'd come round. She'd give us all tea.

What about their parents?

They thought it was great. Free baby-sitting. They'd no idea.

She said she was teaching us all skills.

Well, she was.

It was fun. It was like a game, at first.

Right. So, she taught you all how to pick pockets?

Yeah.

She knows all the tricks.

She's a really good teacher. She said I was the best,

out of all of them.

Right.

And then you all went out thieving?

Yeah.

-She paid us.

-How much?

Five pounds every time we did someone.

We were earning real money.

How often would you go thieving?

Most days. After school, weekends.

I'm not sorry I did it.

I had to support her.

Why?

Shouldn't your mum be supporting you?

Mum can't work.

She's depressed.

It's not her fault.

Sometimes, she'd just start crying

and say she didn't know how we would manage.

We'd lose the house.

Then I'd go out, and work harder.

I could do it. I could support us both.

How many people do you reckon you've robbed?

57.

I can count. I'm good with numbers. Like with your phone.

Mum took away the card,

but I memorised the number.

Right, so, if you didn't steal enough,

or if you got caught,

is that when you got punished?

Yeah.

I think we can take a break now.

Do you want a drink?

Emma,

you OK?

I just want some alone time.

What are you going to do?

Something that will help me relax.

Something I don't get to do very often.

And I don't need company.

AAAGH!

What about Ryan?

Was he involved?

Him? He's too stupid.

He just cloned the credit cards and he wasn't even good at that.

None of the other kids told their parents anything?

Too scared.

Mum said if we did we'd go to prison. Young Offenders.

We were the ones who'd done the robbing, after all.

And if they got arrested?

Say nothing, get bailed, go home.

If we did, get the police on the phone to Mum.

She'd come sort it out.

"Keep your head down. Say 'No comment'"?

Yeah.

OK. Tell us about the cupboard.

Take your time.

She didn't do that to the other kids.

She couldn't.

Just me.

How many times?

-Eight, counting today.

-How long did she leave you?

All night.

The lights in there don't work, so, it's dark.

No food or water.

No toilet.

So...

SHE SOBS

But the worse thing,

today I got caught.

So, I thought she was just going to...

shut me in there...

and leave me.

Leave me to die.

SHE SOBS

She's said that before.

She's not going to get in real trouble, is she?

I don't want her to go to prison.

I just want her to stop.

When I was in Botswana,

seven years old,

a girl in my class was raped by her uncle.

I have met other rape victims since.

But none were raped because of what they were wearing.

I do not like the immodest way some women dress in this country,

but they do not deserve to be raped.

No-one deserves that.

-I know.

-But...

you have started praying.

You are trying to change.

So, I cannot give up on you.

You need a Christian soul to help you

through your struggle,

and it seems that God has chosen me for this,

whether I like it or not.

I am sorry that I was weak before,

but I am here now.

I will really try to help you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Do not thank me.

Thank God.

CHURCH BELLS CHIME

They've sorted out an emergency foster care placement.

So, she'll be better off. She'll be safer.

Yeah, but she's not going to see it that way, is she?

MOBILE RINGS

Why don't you just take the call, mate?

Why don't you mind your own business?

Jimmi...

sorry.

That's awful. I had no idea.

If I'd known, I'd...

If you could just wait over there, we'll give you a call

as soon as we're ready for you. Thank you.

You're Anita.

Yeah.

Sorry I took your bag.

Rob. I've been ringing.

It doesn't matter.

Will you be all right?

Excuse me.

Rob!

Rob!

Breakfast is served, ma'am.

Boom diddy boom.

He only moved in two weeks ago.

-Moved in?

-Why not?

It's been a year since Arthur died.

I need to speak to Mary.

Mary's out.

Well, you can wait.

-Mi casa...

-It's Mary's casa.

'He's a right chancer.'

Good luck to them, I say.

You won't find me jumping on the funeral pyre,

if Daniel goes first.