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SNORING

DOOR OPENS

Good morning.

Do you do this one in a king size?

Evie!

OK, I'm sorry... I'm terribly sorry. Go on, out.

Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Out.

Out! Get out of my shop, go on! ALARM SYSTEM BEEPS

No, no, no, no, excuse me! I left my shoes!

You're lucky to get your bag. No, no, I need my boots!

No, no, seriously.

Can I have my boots, please?!

Mrs Lady, I need my boots!

Canals are for depressed, inner-city fishermen

and sad, grubby people who can't afford yachts.

I hate canals.

Canals are for drunks to fall into.

So you're assuming that he'd been drinking, then?

You fish, don't you, Sergeant?

You know, it must be great...

proving that you can out-think a tiddler.

It's a wonder they never made you detective. Oh...

wait a minute.

I thought I was making headway.

How could you know she'd up and go?

Look, I should have.

And now what?

I just give up on Shaz? And then what?

Who do I balls up today? Daniel, will you tell her?

You know, all I had to do was make sure this young woman,

who might need an operation, stayed in hospital long enough to find out.

Don't blame yourself.

Well, and then who do I blame? LAUGHTER FROM OTHER ROOM

Oh, the jammy git...

Excuse me.

What did I do?

Anyway, you have got to see this. What is it?

I swear that if Al fell into a bucket of poop he would come out

smoking a cigar, look.

He's traipsing around the countryside pretending to be a hobo?

I know! ON TABLET: Good evening, friends.

Another exhilarating day, and a few miles closer to Lichfield.

Today, you will be...

These are the biggest shoes you've got?

All right.

It's not a problem.

A pound, right? Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, yes!

Oh, fantastic. I thought I'd lost this.

My battery's died...

Do you think I could borrow, like, half an hour's worth of electricity?

I'm not allowed. Come on.

I've lost my boots. I've lost my wallet.

And now my phone's as flat as a fart.

Help me.

Sorry.

Fine.

I'll stay here then, shall I?

Cheers for that.

Somewhere else you'd rather be?

Councillor Leadbetter's been battered to death

outside a sex club.

A snooker ball, rammed in his mouth. This?

This is hardly "sleeping with the fishes", is it?

Don't know. We don't know how he died yet.

He was drunk, he slipped, he fell.

Big splash. Goodnight Vienna.

I'll put money on it.

Am I right or am I right? 20 says I'm right.

You're wrong.

What's the score?

Knifed, right?

The victim has sustained a penetrating injury of unknown

depth to the abdomen.

And you've lost your bet.

Didn't shake.

So...

dead before he went into the water?

I'm an FME, not a pathologist.

What kind of a knife?

Go on, give us your best Silent Witness.

Have a stab of it. Like I said...

Hey, Hollins. This is more like it, eh?

So, how long was he in the cut?

Do you reckon he took the dive here?

If this is where he went into the canal,

let's hope that CCTV works.

Come on, Clay.

Play the game. Best guess.

I doubt he's been dead more than 12 hours.

Knife?

Thick coat. Substantial, that's all I can say.

But between us, Doc.

What sort of stabber?

Someone strong, yeah?

Determined? Crazed?

Any of the above.

Seen Shaz?

Good morning, Nicola, how are you today?

Don't mess with me.

You coming to this, later?

Thought I might try and score some meds.

Take the edge off.

You could do with calming down.

You haven't seen her. That's all you had to say.

That wouldn't be true though, would it?

Cos I have seen her.

She's with her new best mate.

Traditionally, isn't this the bit where you offer me money?

Or threaten to rough me up?

I'll find her without you.

Oh, I don't think so.

OK!

Stop!

She was with Tommy.

Yeah, they were getting on great.

He gave her a feed, bunged her a few quid.

For what? Er... I don't know.

What do people usually give Shaz money for?

He records things on his phone, doesn't he?

Perv? Voyeur?

Who knows?

Or maybe not.

Do you know what my guess is? Shazzy-Wazzy was entertaining

him with stories of her great gay past.

And then she would have got all that, "Oh, me. Poor me,"

"the nasties are coming out of the woodwork, they're coming to get me".

Money on it. What time was that?

It all kicked off, mate.

No, seriously.

She lost it completely.

Yeah... she's proper nasty when she's riled, ain't she?

Shazzy-wazzy, flipped-out spazzy.

What time? Do you know...

I think it must've been the moonlight, cos later on...

Tommy...

copped it...

in the neck...

from Mad Cam.

I know! Who'd have thought it? Cam.

The lights are on and everybody's home!

You must love being lonely.

Well, at least I'm not sniffing around some gormless cow.

Such a beautiful human being.

All ended in the flashing blues, mate.

Filth?

Oh...

You don't hit girlies.

Are you a girl?

I'm anything you want me to be.

All I know is she ended up in hospital.

Oh-ho-ho.

Oh, look at the up-the-duff devil.

What happened? She said you'd been taken to hospital.

Nothing happened.

Just a bit of tummy ache, but I'm all right now.

You know what them places are like.

They made me stay in all night.

As long as you're all right.

Oh...yes...

Out of order!

How can it be out of order?!

Excuse me! Excuse me.

Good morning, it's a...

It's a lovely day for it, isn't it?

I'm a GP with a funny story to tell.

Got to keep you stress-free. Calm's good for pregnant ladies.

I'm not stressed.

Not any more, anyway.

No follow ups?

No, I said they discharged me, didn't I?

Nic said that Tommy gave you some cash, yesterday.

Nic's a liar and I don't want to talk about yesterday.

Come on.

Let's be having you. Free clinic. Free iron tablets, free vitamins...

there'll be vouchers for orange juice and all sorts.

I've had enough of quacks.

Come on. No.

Come on. I said no!

Leave me alone!

You make a fool of yourself when you fuss over me.

You're no good at it anyway.

If there's anything worth getting, I'll get it for you.

I mean, anyone could lose their job, or their health.

And then, without the support, you lose your home.

We're all three pay days away from being homeless.

Tell me about it. That's why I always leave

something in the food bank trolley at the supermarket.

Isn't that more for the working poor?

My mate did it for three days.

Did what?

She slept rough, said it was a "social experiment".

Trust me, Naz is a little bit nuts.

What happened?

She said she was more cold and more frightened than she'd ever

been in her entire life.

I played in one of those sponsored four-balls at the club a year

or so ago, for one of those shelter charities.

Naz said a bunch of posh blokes peed on her.

Said they did it for a laugh.

DOOR OPENS I know!

I'm going to be able to smell them.

Karen, I don't think anybody wakes up wanting to be smelly, do they?

Hi guys, come in, come in, please.

You're all very welcome.

Like he was ever going to stay and help.

What's with the hat?

You lose a lot of your body heat through the top of your head.

It's for you, you daft apath.

Oh, I don't know why I bother, you with a face like a slapped backside.

Would a "thank you" kill you? Would a "ta"?

Or a smile?

Or, "Thanks for running around in your lunch hour, Karen?"

I'm not having a very good day.

It just got a bit better.

What's that for?

This is for a problem only women on the street struggle with.

Oh, well. It's too late for me.

I'm all dried up.

You got one. Good.

Oh, oh... I think I'm going to be sick.

Oh, right. Well, uh...

Shall I get you a glass of water?

No, that wouldn't help.

Because it's you do-gooding creeps that make me wanna vom.

We are only trying to help. Yeah,

cos it makes you feel better.

Hey! Danny boy!

What happened, eh?

I know, I've dropped a couple of pounds and that, but...

You look good. Proper good.

Tell you what, though.

Fat Fred? You remember Fat Fred?

No, not really. Yeah, you do.

You worked out his BMI, then he joined the slimming club...

I'm not doing the homeless clinic.

That's all right.

I don't need to see a doctor.

Fine. Well, then.

If you'll excuse me, I have things to do.

What happened on D Wing stays on D Wing?

Was that supposed to be the deal?

Is that what's freaking you out, Danny boy?

Being afraid of your own family...

And being so destitute that you've...

You've got to have...

sex for money?

Can you imagine what that's like?

Not really.

My...

mother's born again, and she hates me.

My baby could have been a good thing.

But, when it happened...

she told me...

..that God had made me lose my baby.

Did she?

I used to dream about having a baby.

Can you hurry it up, please?

There are people out there with real problems.

Please... Malnutrition, infections,

did you not see the bloke with bedbug bites

tracking across his face?

What... I'm trying to...

What you need to do is to stop trying to scam me for tramadol.

No... I'm not.

SHE SOBS LOUDLY

Whatever.

Do you know, you shouldn't ought to mess with me.

What, am I supposed to be scared now?

Do you know what?

If you had half a brain, you would be.

Right. Well, off you pop.

I bet your mother's a bitch.

Funny what you take for granted, what you miss.

Anti-bacterial.

Did you run away when you saw me?

This is where I work.

I mean, this could have been you, right, when you saw me,

"Hey Dave, how did you get on after I came off remand?"

Is this supposed to be intimidating?

Maybe you could have asked me about the batterings that I took because

I'd looked out for you.

Do you feel intimidated?

You should.

You didn't write.

You're not my pen pal.

You've been busy. Give me that.

Is he going to know his daddy was in prison?

No. Why would he?

You're never going back inside, are you?

What do you want?

Thought it was all over, didn't you?

You know what my problem is, Danny boy?

I get too close.

I think I know somebody...

but I get it wrong.

I care about a person,

then I don't see what they really are.

I'm soft.

'I trust the wrong people.

'I want to look after them, protect them.

'People who make my head soft.

'Then the only surprise is

'that I'm surprised I got it wrong.'

I got you wrong, didn't I?

What did you think?

We were going to be mates on the outside?

I looked out for you. I was important to you.

I didn't think you were going to scurry away and hide.

I was petrified on the inside, and you played on that.

We're all scared. All the time.

We find our comfort.

You found your comfort. I was just protecting myself.

You still owe me.

You made me pay.

You shouldn't've got yourself banged up.

You knew what they were going to do to me.

And I put a stop to it! Remember?

I put myself between you and it. Me.

Stood there, between you and the blokes who were going to

rip you apart for a laugh.

You did that from the goodness of your own heart?

I don't believe that for a second.

You think it was over? It was over the day I was released.

That was never me.

And I'm not scared any more.

I owe you nothing.

Oh, yeah. Go on.

Are you really that stupid?

You were never stupid.

I'm sorry about your life, OK?

But I don't have to do anything to make you feel better any more.

All right? It's over. So...

What's that?

Here. It's all I've got.

What is it? You take it.

You do still owe me... No.

..darling Danny boy.

Nobody battered you.

Nobody raped you.

It's going to be a cold one tonight.

Yeah, I've got my new hat.

But if you wanted to, you know... Say you'd had enough.

No.

No, I'm being challenged on this trip.

I'm thinking on my feet, I'm doing what it takes to survive.

What, like phoning me?

Well, it's sensible to have a backup, isn't it?

Well, back up and survive at mine tonight.

I've got a leccie blanket on the spare bed.

No. That would be cheating.

And me fetching you your trainers and feeding you scotch eggs,

that isn't? Well, like I said, backup.

Oh, it's chilly round Uncle Fred's.

Speak English.

It's cold. You're sleeping rough, and what have you got to prove?

I want to prove that survival of the fittest doesn't necessarily mean

survival of the most physically fit.

Wit, Karen.

Wit is all I need to get me to Erasmus' house

and I'm going to prove it.

Wit...

and 30 pounds, please.

A tenner for tonight, tomorrow and Friday.

I will pay you back on my return.

What happened to your money?

I lost my wallet when I lost my boots.

How did that happen?

It's a long story.

So, um...

all you need is "backup" and dosh,

and then nothing else from nobody?

Well, I don't need anything off anybody would be a better way of...

No, no, no, no! Don't. Pl-pl-pl-please! I'm sorry!

It's all this fresh air and exercise, it's, um...

It's doing things to my manners.

I was grammatically inappropriate.

I've only got 40.

Thank you for the ?40.

Thank you for the hat, thank you for the scotch eggs.

Thank you for you, Karen Hollins.

And, um...

We don't need to tell anyone about this, do we?

You owe me.

I owe you big time.

Oh, yeah, we found out who that young lad was.

What, from CCTV? No, from his editor.

Tommy Mbesi. A wannabe journalist.

He was pretending to be homeless.

He was going to write a piece about it, he wanted to make a difference.

But when he didn't check in and he didn't upload his vlog,

his boss got anxious.

Wrong time, wrong place?

That Mbesi had a future, even if he was a prat.

So chop, chop. I want the lad's possessions chased up, OK?

You know, he might have been wet behind the ears,

but he wasn't some homeless loser.

Wet behind the ears, ha!

Does that man have no self-awareness?

Nope.

What you doing, loser?

What happened by the canal?

Oh, that friend of yours bought it.

What friend? Johnny the journo.

Tommy.

His name were Tommy.

Right...

That's it, I've had it. I'm leaving for good this time.

Oh, yeah, right.

Excuse me? What, on your own?

Who's going to look after little Missy Victim?

Eh? Eh? Who's going to...

Who's going to wrap her up and take care of her, eh?

If Big Dave don't follow her, and find her.

What you going to do?

Oh, I know, yeah?

She'll just toddle off like really, really slowly.

Shut up!

What happened yesterday?

Did you give Tommy one of your "exclusives"?

Shut your face!

You did! You did! She told him a story!

Oh, hold the front page, sidebar of shame.

"Street Life Dishonour", by the knocked-up lesbian.

LGBT tramp speaks out.

I've told you.

What you going to do now? Dave's not here, little girl.

Everyone hates you. Do you want me to slap you?

Do you think I care if you... Argh!

I didn't t... I didn't touch you!

Is it the baby?

Is it the baby? What is it?

What is it?! I need to get back to hospital.

Come on. Come on!

Come on. Hey, hey...

Hey! Hey! Stop the car!

I've got money.

I've got money, so none of your mouth.

Come on.

Come on, get in.

Right, get her to the hospital, yeah!

Go on!

We did a good job, today.

Mind you, sleeping rough will undo most of that.

Any idea where the homeless people from the clinic are staying?

So, either we know or we don't know?

Down by the arches, I imagine.

Keeping out of the wind, I guess. Why?

GUST OF WIND Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Wait!

We'll see what Sister Margaret's got later, shall we?

There you go.

What do you want?

I want to put things right, OK?

For who?

I'm sorry. I know when I left...

Oh, you're sorry?

Oh, that's great.

No, everything's fine.

I know I owe you, Dave.

Oh, he said my name.

Question is, Danny boy...

What are you prepared to do about it this time, eh?

I lied.

Things ain't fine.

It's all down to luck.

It's not just luck.

And luck changes.

Every gambler knows that.

I know, I've been lucky. All right?

Stuart used to be a pilot.

Addictive personality.

Unlucky.

Patrick.

Never anything special, never did anybody any harm.

In a different family, everything would have been fine.

Family he had? Unlucky.

Me?

Smacked somebody.

My bad luck? Getting CCTV'd.

Hey, who's this Mr Slick?

Looking for a bit of rough?

Hey, David, get your coat, you've pulled!

Go to hell, Nic.

Do you know, I would, but I'm doing this karma thing today,

so I need to be nice.

Well, it's lucky for you I'm feeling all Buddhist.

And it's lucky for her that I'm telling ya.

For who? What?

Oh, man...

Oh, God, it was horrible. Snot...

There was loads of snot.

I reckon she puked in the back of the cab,

cos that is right.

Nicola sent your little pet lesbian away to be

saved in a minicab.

Shaz is back in hospital. Which hospital?

Oh, unlucky, cos my nice has just ran out.

She'll be at St Phil's, my car's just round the corner.

Oi!

What you... put that down! THE BOYS LAUGH

OI!

I need to go.

There'll be no more. I want your word.

My word's worth nothing.

THUNDER RUMBLES RAIN FALLS

GASPING ON FOOTAGE

I've got preliminary... Sssh!

SOBBING

Say cheese.

Am I dead? I don't think so.

You're going to be OK.

You would make a kick-ass Midler. I think the bish' might object to

Delores Delago draped across the organ.

Cam, I'm Dr Emma Reid,

and it's my job to make sure that you're fit for interview.

Why does it even matter to you?

It doesn't, but it matters to YOU.

Quiet! I can't do this with you going on at me!

THE KILLS: # It's the last goodbye

# I swear

# I can't survive