Trust Moving On

-That one there.

-That one?

-Do you want it?

-Yeah.

-Do you want it?

-Yeah.

-Go on.

-It looks a bit...

-Go on!

-Go and do it.

-Go on, big man.

-Go! Run!

THEY LAUGH

Everywhere is locked. You've got no chance.

There's no way out.

-My mates will be here in a minute.

-Mates! What mates? They've long gone.

I don't think so, lad.

-I don't want to hurt you.

-Is that right?

-Yeah. So move.

You robbed me.

I ain't robbed nothing now.

You broke in. The police will deem that as breaking and entering.

You're not too good at this, are you?

You see lad, the first thing you have to do is to plan your exit.

-It's called strategy.

-I said move!

A, make sure the owner's not in. B, open the back door or window.

You have to think your way out.

I'll hit you.

You couldn't hit a barn door, lad.

-I'm warning you.

-Go on, then.

You have a dig.

Shut it! Go on, shut it, old man!

You're not a chicken are you? A lily-livered chicken?

Afraid what your mates will say, are you? Are you?

You got no bottle?

-You've chipped my tooth.

-You broke my window.

-Let's see you explain this to your father.

-No way!

I need to have words with him.

I ain't got a dad.

Your mother, then? See what she has to say.

-She won't care less.

-Where do you live?

Nowhere!

Police station, then.

Argh! Get off. Argh! Argh!

Argh.

BOY GROANS

-Argh! It hurts!

-It's supposed to.

Police station's next left.

All right! All right!

-I live on Deanford Road.

-Number?

14.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Stop shouting! What's going on?

-Is this your lad?

-Yes.

I'll call the police!

He broke into my house.

Be quiet! Get in your room and be quiet now.

-Nice telly.

-Holly's wet the bed again.

-She's not sleeping in my bed!

-Well, hers is soaked.

-Oh, great!

Give that to our Luke.

Look, I'm up the wall here. What do you want?

-He tried to rob me.

-That's not my son.

Can I sit down?

That's mine.

Do you play it?

Yeah.

Listen, mate, whatever he's done, he won't do it again.

Yeah, he's just in with a bad crowd. They force him to do stuff, you know?

He looks like he can take care of himself.

I'm not scared of them.

-He just needs a break.

-Do you?

-Jack.

-Jack?

Did he cause any damage?

-He broke my window.

-We haven't got any money.

I'm not asking anyone to pay for it.

Well, we've got nothing.

-Are you at school tomorrow?

-No.

-Work?

-No.

I'll expect you round my house at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

I'll buy the glass, you fix the window.

-No way!

-Your fingerprints are all over the place, Jack.

Now nine o'clock,

or I call the police.

Your choice, lad.

Yes, hello.

That's right, I'd like to report...

DOOR BELL RINGS

No, no I'm sorry, I made a mistake.

I thought I'd lost something, but I've found it.

-Turn your music off.

-What?

-So, what happened to nine o'clock?

-I had to get formula for our Luke.

-How's your tooth?

-Sore.

Good. You know what this is?

Yeah, I'm not stupid.

Well, measure the glass or I'll think you are.

-20 centimetres by...

-No.

-What do you mean "no"?

-Old money, come here.

Eight inches by...

-nine inches.

-Ha! How old are you?

-Write it down.

-I'll remember it.

-You sure?

-Yeah!

-And the pattern?

You know Ralph's?

Well, here's a tenner.

And get a handful of putty.

£5.50, is that all?

Thanks, Ralph.

Oh, a perfect fit.

Putty.

Come here. Hold that!

You need a bed of putty in the window frame.

It gives the glass something soft to sit on, so it doesn't shatter if the door slams.

You can smash things in seconds, lad, but it takes time and care to put them together again.

Now you finish it off.

Oh, by the way, was there any change?

Oh, yeah. There you are.

You made a right mess of this.

-Ta-da!

-Well done.

So, we're quits?

Quits.

-I'd better get off.

-Don't you want any breakfast?

What?

Bacon, eggs on toast. It's all ready on the table.

-For me?

-Aye.

Unless you don't want to.

Argh! Argh!

You'll need to go the dentist.

I'll pull it out myself.

Your mum's got it tough?

How many of you are there?

Me, our Sam, our Holly and our Luke.

Our Luke's the baby. I'm the oldest.

Where's your dad?

Dead.

-What did he die of?

-Nothing serious.

How old are you?

Old enough.

Looking for a job?

-Prefer to muck about with your mates, eh?

-We do stuff. It's good.

Breaking into other people's property?

Look, it was my first time.

-They dared me!

-Unlucky, eh?

Good tune!

Do you like it?

It's good keyboard.

-Who's that?

-That's me.

Were you any good?

Not good enough. I just missed out on a bronze medal at the Olympics.

Here, I've got something to show you.

-Do you like it?

-Yeah!

I go to a proper gym, but I do some light work here.

Do you fancy a go?

-Come on.

-Nah.

Come on.

There you are.

Keep going! Good dig.

Don't hit it too hard, you'll hurt your knuckles, they should be bandaged.

Boom-boom-boom!

Boom-boom! Try that.

See! Now, keep the elbows in.

Chin in, tucked in like that, see?

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

That's better!

That's better!

That's enough, that's enough!

You're unfit lad, aren't you?

I'm weighed down with that breakfast!

Don't you do any sport? Football? Training?

When I was your age I could get round Sefton Park in six minutes.

Six minutes! That park's massive.

Aye, six minutes.

Come on in. That's enough.

Here!

A glazier would have charged me £20.

-Nice one!

-Jack?

You're too good for that lot.

Get yourself fit!

GIGGLING AND LAUGHTER

What happened, lad!

-I got caught!

-We were going to rush him, but someone said he might have a gun.

-He's a boxer, not a gangster.

-We just thought, like... You know?

You got off!

-So would you.

-No, I wouldn't.

-What happened, anyway? Police?

-No!

-Why not?

-Because he's an all right fella.

You want to watch yourself, he might be after something.

-What?

-And it's not your money he's after, is it?

Talk sense. He's just an old guy.

Come on, lad, let's get off.

Nah.

MUSIC PLAYS

CHILDREN SHOUT

Is Jack in?

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

He must have gone out.

Where is he?

-Gone out, apparently.

-He's either in or he's out.

-We can be having all this messing around.

-Shut up, man.

I'm just texting him. Come!

No-one can get round that park in six minutes.

Oh, I did.

On my bike!

HE LAUGHS On my bike!

Come in, lad.

-So what made you come back?

-Just stuff doing my head in.

Mates, the noise in the house.

-It's different here.

-Your tooth any better?

No.

Here y'are, lad.

Aspirin.

Muhammad Ali versus Sonny Liston.

Aye. I have it up there for inspiration.

I was about 18 when that fight took place.

We all wanted to be Sonny Liston, but this young kid Cassius Clay, that was his name before he changed

it to Ali, he came into the fight telling everybody he was going to knock Liston out.

Nobody believed him, of course.

I mean, all the good money was on Liston,

but there was something about him,

about his action.

And you know what? I believed him. I believed he'd win it.

-And he did, didn't he?

-Aye.

Liston was full of raw guts and courage.

Liston didn't come out for the seventh round.

-What? You mean he chickened out?

-No.

Clay hurt him bad.

And that's why I have it up there.

Can you teach me how to box?

Are you sure?

Don't want you hurting your hands.

You've got a keyboard to play, spots to pick.

Hey, come on!

Right. Go on. And again. And again.

That's good.

Shift. Shift.

Keep your elbow in.

What happens?

He's in. Come on!

See, I was in! Good!

10.

Right.

One, and again! And again!

Come on.

One! That's it!

33! 34! 35!

That's great!

Come on, one, two, three, four!

Body, body! And again and again and again and again and again and again!

Well done, well done!

I'll take you to the gym tomorrow.

Steak!

Your tooth?

Cut it up.

Have you never ate steak before?

Yeah!

Well? How is it?

Great!

We all have to start somewhere, lad.

Let's have a go on the bags, come on.

Come on, take your time, lad.

Take your time.

Get into the swing of the bag.

You play music, don't you? Get into a rhythm, you know?

One, two, one two.

Isn't that Jack Price?

Aye.

-You heard about his dad?

-Aye. He's dead.

He's doing six for robbery.

-Well, you can't blame the lad for that.

-Like father, like son.

He's with me, Billy. He'll be OK.

Well, I heard he broke into your house.

He made a mistake. He'll learn.

Watch your back, Eddie.

Just watch your back.

Come on!

Keep it light, light!

That's good.

Jab. Three. One, two.

Fight! come on.

How have you enjoyed it so far?

It's great. Eddie?

I know, Jack.

-Where've you been, Jack? You're not answering your texts!

-Training.

-What? With your boyfriend?

-What?

You're one of us, don't forget!

He's a bit old for you, isn't he?

-Shut up, Rickey.

-Ignore him, Jack.

-There's no need. No need.

-Waste, man.

I forgot to ask, how's your tooth?

You know.

Here.

-See if they fit.

-A present?

Sort of.

Why?

Better than what you've got.

-I'll try it next time.

-Jack?

-No, I've got to get off. I said I'd look after our Luke.

I'll see you tomorrow, 10 sharp.

RADIO: We've had a severe weather warning as well as heavy snow this week.

HE SIGHS

Come here.

Do me a favour. I've got something to show you back at my place.

It will explain a lot.

Please.

Who's that? That's my son, Shane.

See his jab? He was fast. He was fast.

The way he doubled up, see? Good.

He was a good boxer.

Oh!

That's my granddaughter.

Shane's girl.

She was about six then. You don't know, lad, how quickly it goes.

Shane was as pleased as punch. So was his wife.

Poor lass.

Most of my life is here.

That's my wife in her wedding dress.

Her mother wore it before her. Goes back some years.

This is our Emily. She's nearly 20 now.

I don't see as much of her as I'd like to, cos she and my son live in London.

Her mum died when she was ten, my son decided to stay down there, you know -

school, friends.

Oh, and... that's my late wife.

Yeah. Let me show you these.

This is my pride and joy.

-My wife's wedding and engagement ring.

-Wow.

I'm saving them for our Emily.

You see, son, I'm not some strange old loner.

I'm a family man.

You understand what I'm trying to tell you, eh?

-Yeah.

-You're safe with me.

-I know.

So we're, er, we're OK?

Yeah.

-You'd better be off. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

-10 sharp.

10 sharp.

Hey, who are you? Hey! Come here.

MEN SHOUT

-Hey!

-I just caught him.

-I'm training him.

-What?

-You OK, lad?

-Yeah.

-Come on, off you go.

How's our Emily?

She's fine, Dad. She's really enjoying her new job. She gets weekends off now.

Is she, uh, still with that fella?

Yeah. He's all right.

HE CHUCKLES

He's a good lad.

He's not bad.

-How's it going? My old man still giving you grief?

-Ah, getting soft in his old age.

Lad breaks into his house and he turns into a social worker.

LAUGHTER

Tried to warn him, but...

Well, you know your dad.

-I'll see you tomorrow.

-All right. Make sure you shower when you get in.

Where does he live?

The Chatenham Estate.

So where did you meet him?

I better put this stuff away.

-How did you hook up?

-What?

-I asked where you met.

In the gym?

Aye. Saw something in him when he was training.

-So you took him under your wing?

-Yeah.

-Cos he's a good kid?

-One of the best.

Even though he broke into our house?

Why are you lying?

He's an out and out thief!

-He's not...

-He's playing you, Dad.

He was forced into it by some older kids.

-That one's older than you are.

-He just needs a break.

-Wake up, Dad, will you?

-He's a good kid.

-He'll take you for everything you've got.

-He's had a tough time, and if I can help him sort himself out...

I know it's not easy on your own, Dad, but you've got a family.

I know, son. But it makes me...

feel good, being of use to someone.

This could just change his life.

-I still think you're a silly old fool.

-No change there, then.

OK. I need to get off.

Just be careful.

Don't be worrying.

-I'm back at the weekend.

-Oh?

-Bringing our Emily up.

Look what I bought.

-You won the lottery, have you?

-Half price.

The man said they'd defo fit.

-I'm sure they will. Try them on.

-I'm going to!

How's your tooth?

Still hurts.

Go on! Give us a dig.

What was that for?

I'm not fighting you.

You're not a chicken, are you? A lily-livered chicken?

-What's wrong?

-Don't play games. Come on, tell me. Come on - TELL ME!!

I don't know what you're talking about.

-You're a lying robber.

-Robbed what?

-Those rings meant everything to me.

-Rings?

You know what rings. My wife's! And I want them!

Whatever you've done with them, I want them back!

Or are you going to be a heap of trouble?

'You can smash things in seconds, lad.

'But it takes time and care to put them together again.'

'You're one of us, don't forget.'

-'He'll take you for everything you've got!'

TEXT ALERT

Hello?

Dad?

Granddad?

Must be down the gym.

You put the kettle on, I'll go fetch him.

Hello?

We're not open yet.

Dad, you OK?

You OK?

You were right, Son, I couldn't make a difference with him.

He was a bad 'un after all.

Come on.

Come on, let's get you home.

# Ta-da!

I'm getting married, Granddad.

In Grandma's dress.

I had them re-sized.

Hey! Dad?

Look who it is, eh? Got a bit of cheek coming to my door, in't you?

He's never trusted anyone as much as he trusted you. Not even his own dad!

He believed in ya!

I believed in ya. Stupid old me, eh! What was I thinking!

Oh, here's someone who'll give my lad a chance.

You're just like all the rest, Eddie.

-I can't apologise...

-Apologise?!

Apologies are no good. Try apologising to my other three kids.

They're the ones that'll do without...

Because I gave Jack the last forty quid I had for them gloves.

-I didn't know.

-No! You didn't know! You didn't even bother to ask.

You didn't give him a chance to deny it either, did ya?

You just presumed. You make me sick! Get lost! Get off my doorstep!

-Where is he?

-Where do you think he is?

He trusted you.

And you've broken his heart.

-Thought he was out?

-One last chance.

-What happened to that old fella?

-Forget about him.

-Who cares, a muppet.

-Told you.

Come on. Yo!

You still up for this?

Yeah.

Get her then! Stop acting like a baghead man!

Just do it! Do it, man!

Late for training, aren't you lad?

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