It's Wednesday the 17th of September,
and you're here with Andy Eden and the all new crew
brought to you in association with Ready.
I'm not a ready!
Let's catch up on it.
And it's a bit cold out there, so if you're smart,
and you must be because you're listening to us,
stay tucked up in bed and let us take care of you
for the next two hours.
All right, here's a classic from the 80s to get us started,
and you're here with Andy Eden and the all new crew.
Get me distance.
Stand back, please.
I'm a police officer.
I didn't get a chance to stop.
He just stepped out and--
I need an ambulance.
Bridge Street, pedestrian hit by a car, dead on impact.
Bloody hell.
You might move back to your car.
Bloody nerve of it.
He had no right to do this to me.
Five bloody times this has happened to me before.
You've run over five people.
No, on the trains, love, driver for 20 years
got post bleeding trauma because of folk like him
walking onto the tracks, the big goodbye.
You're saying he deliberately stepped in front of your car?
Split second before I hit him, and all I see
is him mouthing, sorry, and then wham, sorry.
Like, that's going to make it all better.
I know a lot of you have pulled all night.
Is you running on fumes?
But there's that window between when he grabs them
when he kills them.
And it's not much.
It's getting smaller.
We're running out of time.
God knows, I don't want to be thinking
about what Theresa Adamson is going through right
now at his hands.
I've looked through my big book of inspirational speeches
from Winston Churchill to Glenn Hoddle.
And it comes down to this.
We can do this.
We can find her.
We can bring her home.
I have to, because we're her only hope.
Go make her proud, yeah?
Dana, I'm going to need you and Joy to head over
to the parents.
Hey, need a door knocker?
Suicide, Jeffrey Brazier stepped in front of the car.
Cheers.
Please don't tell me your trumping
is remiss through the station.
Can we put out a disclaimer?
No psychics required.
We've had three phone calls already this morning.
They're all talking out their asses.
What's wrong with your shoes?
That man is a nice cuppa for you.
Just to pet me up because of what's happened.
Because of what's happened with Laurie.
Good night, was it?
Got pissed up, rolling around the streets,
relieved yourself against a car.
No, a police car no less.
And then gave the arresting officer the verbals.
Take me down.
Go ahead, I effing dare you.
I had a few drinks at band practice, a few too many.
Way, way too many.
I'm sorry.
I'm an embarrassment, total disgrace.
I've seen you drunk, properly drunk.
Born to rubber, drooling like a scouser.
You're the happiest guy in the room, never.
Snap, never snarl, let alone get goppy with a police
officer of all pieces.
It's going to not just be an hour cell phones.
There doesn't have to be a hidden meaning with everything.
I don't believe you.
I've got a missing girl.
100 things to juggle.
Can't deal with 101.
I'll come back when you stop spinning me a line.
Come on.
Did you even notice I was gone last night?
Bit gentler, yeah?
I'm sorry.
It's just our trees is very tidy.
Place for everything, everything in its place.
It might be easier if you wait downstairs.
Right, face the wall.
Go on.
Direct order.
Eyes front.
Do you know, no, no, no, about this?
I told her it was too expensive.
And then--
You thought you'd surprise her.
What-- what did he do to the other girls?
Susan.
I need to know.
You don't?
Really?
He's got her right now.
And you're kind of standing here, and she's--
she's so sweet and silly.
You just wouldn't want to hurt her.
You wouldn't-- you couldn't.
Just don't understand.
We're doing everything we can to get her back.
I promise.
I told her to get out there.
Enjoy herself.
She's a person that's not something to be pity.
She doesn't just go out and be stupid and normal
like everyone else.
I-- oh, God.
Oh, God.
Hate being a door knocker.
Feels like I should have a cloak inside.
I've just put the kettle on.
We're sorry to inform you that your son
was killed in a road accident.
He didn't suffer.
It was instant.
Biscuits?
Sorry.
Can you turn it on?
Oh.
I always forget.
World of my own.
So you didn't hear anything we just said?
No, but I know why you're here.
We're behind on the lackey.
I said to my David and his missus, if you don't pay up,
they'll send the boys in blue round.
Is Mrs. Breescher home?
David's wife.
Maybe better we speak to her first.
She's still in her bed.
She's been poorly.
Hello, Mrs. Breescher.
Are you decent?
Mr. Please.
Mrs. Breescher.
Oh, fuck.
She called his ice, mate.
No, I didn't.
I didn't even know she had a diary.
Do you have any idea what these letters mean?
Does Theresa have a friend who might know?
Might be able to help us understand the diary.
Maybe Olivia.
Olivia Bacon.
They're pretty close.
I hope we got a number somewhere.
Don't worry.
We'll treat you with respect.
She's going to be so mad we went through her room.
Go on, she sues.
From a recent kidney operation.
Very recent.
Infection, onset of shock, low blood pressure,
hidden heart condition, or any other wonderful variables.
I'm ruling out this hideous wallpaper,
being responsible, but that's about it.
How about the husband then?
Did her in and ran off?
Such a morbid imagination now.
Might have woken up next to the body or gone downstairs,
come back and--
definitely one for us lads to look into, though.
Something rotten in the state of Primark,
as the good bird said.
No hospital would have released that soon
after major surgery, not in that state, never.
Sorry, she got away from me.
Mrs. Bracia, we can't be here.
Come on.
Olivia, it's your code.
I showed her how to do it.
How does it work?
It's easy.
One letter forward.
And what did Theresa need a code for?
She didn't want her parents to know.
I have found a prince.
Did Theresa mention having a boyfriend?
No, but someone was very keen.
And how did they meet?
They haven't, but they were going to.
He says that I'm a clever girl and that we'll
be together forever.
Did she say anything else about him?
She said she was happy.
She wanted a boyfriend.
Handyman and Princess Tessa forever.
Does that mean anything?
Princess Tessa is your nickname.
Connie, could you take Olivia up for a cup of tea?
Something.
You've gone a finder.
We're going to try.
OK.
Princess Tessa with his head and Handyman together
bring up one search result.
Both got profiles on the same dating website.
That's special someone when barriers mean nothing.
Find out how long's that website.
We need full access.
Peace to their dirty little kingdom.
Check and see if there's any similar sites out there.
Might have multiple profiles.
But you and your internet dirty first.
Which we said we weren't ever going to speak about again.
Mum, Mum, Laurie's been asking for you.
Well, unless he's hung himself by shoelaces.
I'm not interested.
He's not, has he?
He just wants a word.
Well, so does the rest of the world right now.
Just brutally honest.
How 10, how do I look?
Um, seven and a half?
I like a man who's unconcerned about promotion.
We are appealing for the public to be vigilant,
to report anything suspicious.
Someone out there knows this person.
They might not realize it, but they do.
And their phone call could be the key
to successfully finding Theresa Adamson.
She's a scared, vulnerable-- sorry, Jim.
Boring you, am I?
No, just breaking news, Viv.
That's inspector to you.
And this is breaking news, you div.
What do your people lead on this morning
to splash about some Corrita falling out of a nightclub
with the Golden Globes hanging out?
They found the girl.
Sorry, inspector.
Viv.
What are you doing to help protect other girls
like Theresa, inspector?
Are you wanted inside?
It's urgent.
Right, so the husband saw something floating in the canal.
He's dived in, not realizing, well,
that it'd always be too late.
And then he's found the need to tweet about it.
Hashtag dead body.
That's not sarcasm, by the way.
That's actually Apple.
That's the house two-mile radius.
Call my gum hedges, help the council to have drains checked,
see if the bins were in picked up.
Evidence, evidence.
Could you tweet about it before or after he called the police?
Well, he was waiting for them to arrive.
Brother-in-law's a journal.
Word spread like dysentery in a bed seat.
I can help break into a cafe, if you like,
just in case she takes a family--
No, better comes from me.
It might not be a bad idea to hear it from a sergeant,
officially.
I mean, clinical, professional.
She's our star witness.
We don't want her falling apart of the scenes.
She's handling this better than any of us would.
Just me.
When I was 19, my mum was still buying browser knickers for me.
You OK?
I don't know.
Do I?
I feel like I want to smash something.
Someone.
Well, it's OK to feel angry.
Shouldn't hold back.
This session with people, I'm going
to get to rip my skull open.
Because I feel like it's down to me, isn't it?
To remember his face and all that.
I'm sitting here thinking what I'd do to this guy
if I had the chance.
What about you?
Five minutes alone.
What would you do?
Guess I'll just go play then.
Kathy!
There's been noise complaints, abuse, all sorts.
I'll take it from here.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on here?
He not pay us.
Say the money right now.
I paid you yesterday.
Then we stay another day.
Hey, don't.
What's all that about?
You should see the other fellow.
Why?
Because he got micropianus as well.
Oh, it's not mine.
It's theirs.
Duck.
It's ours.
Seriously.
I demand to see top lawyer.
You are bullshit people.
You're very super at your job.
So what did we pull the kid in for?
It says here he paid the hotel bill in advance.
So we're not going to throw the bucket in for golden
up with a couple of projects.
It's Franny Lowry of the Cinderblut Lowry's.
Honors the grain fucking up from the University of Life.
Currently sleeping off the mother of all come downs.
So where does 19-year-old Franny get the money
to pay for a week in a luxury hotel?
Said-- said he'd been in a fire.
Oh, yeah, he said.
Get a massive scar here.
Recent.
Have you seen Jonah Ortaz?
I'm pretty sure you're not allowed in here.
That body this morning, wife of the suicide,
it had a scar, right?
Operation.
Of course, the kidney?
Yeah, she's in the autopsy cube behind the poor
Downs girl, obviously.
Water's on the fritz at home.
You've got photos, is it, right?
The plumbing.
The scar?
Yeah, the wrong file.
I'll show you.
So we've got the hotel, the room service, two ladies of the night.
Comes to about two grand, which you paid.
Cash in hand.
Lot of loose coins to have jangling in your pockets,
Franny.
I won it.
Out of all case.
Hmm.
The thing is about a win like that.
Is it what it is?
If you cared about it, every body would have cared about it.
Do you know what this is?
No.
No, it's not yours.
But that look just told me volumes.
Jack, I can't believe I'm going to ask this.
Did you sell your own kidney for cash, Franny?
You know it's legal, right?
Even if it's your own.
Conspirator to commit GBH.
Jelson, in fact.
All we need is a name, a number.
You set it all up.
Told you.
I won it.
At the bookage.
Look, I'm a realist.
I know you're not going to sign witness statements,
stand up and cut.
Pipe dream that.
You're a Lowry.
And your dad and brother will have
filled your head about how a real man keeps his mouth shut.
Does his time without complaining.
But you've never been to prison before, have you?
There he is, Franny.
Why don't you try talking?
Bring those years down.
Unfortunately, Theresa's autopsy didn't throw up
anything unexpected.
She died the same way as the other girls.
It's actually assaulted, then drowned.
No DNA, no traces.
We're looking into this website, then.
Still trying to find your own.
Do you mind?
Would you mind?
It's all right.
I know what I'm doing.
See, hacking into a website is basically the same principle
as cutting into bodies.
Try to be precise, not to cause too much damage on the way in.
That makes sense.
No, I'm just saying that.
Thought it was totally different, really.
So I think this website's from out of Eastern Europe.
Yeah, reckon that's a schmock screen.
What makes you say that?
Because just below the terms and conditions, which
nobody ever reads, they've also written, "Come on the Dale."
Rochdale, AFC, right?
36 consecutive seasons in the bottom division,
but we're on the rise now.
Definitely it sounds local to me.
Of course, you'll want to check with the cyber guys
that it's OK for me to proceed and dig deeper.
Fuck him.
That's my motto.
Name in your dress as soon as you can.
I took a loan now with Reddys.
You know, you've got the talking chipmunk.
And they kept sending me warning, let his pay up your dick.
Now, I'm on my fourth, and then this guy calls up office to help.
He says that if I--
you know, cashing and no questions.
Well, that's all.
For fuck's sake.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
That's not fair.
I don't know anything else.
Name and number.
I don't know what to make me more nervous.
The fact that if we screw this up, we don't have a case,
don't have evidence,
or that feels like the start of the worst blind day ever.
How's Bob doing, by the way?
So many times this week, you've blown him off.
I think you bullied your pardon.
You know, he busted.
I've been cancelled on him.
Are you dying to back on the clock?
He ain't coming to you, right?
Is there a reward?
Are you? Yeah.
So, Fanny Larry gave me my number.
He shouldn't have.
It's not how I do things.
How do you know him?
My cousin used to go out with him.
Sss.
Condolences.
Just wondering how we get from that to this here.
Cos he's got big mouth.
And because I'm desperate.
Get a pair day long.
Are you over? OK.
Reel him in. A bit more vulnerability.
Like, I'm ever going to be able to pay that back.
Jesus, the roostley came,
got a kid, taken on another, and...
Every morning, I wake up,
and it's like someone's choking me.
You live answering the block, why, yeah?
Born and bred for my sins.
Find me a couple of bodies and coke, and that side'll come out.
Believe me.
Look, Fanny just said if I need a cash,
you were the guy to see.
No, that's the wrong.
Just do me fucking words. I just need your fucking mouth.
Why are you gonna look?
Shit. Don't think he's clocked me.
I'm screwed here.
Please, I'm...
I'm fucking drowning.
That's it.
I'm all I should be looking for.
All the time on the case.
Hey, you fucking sucker!
Help!
Why did you call the taxi?
Get in! Come on!
Hey, come on!
Sarah.
You look good.
Pretty convincing.
If someone was doing what I think you were suggesting,
what's the crime? Really?
We're talking about people who were so desperate
they'd sell the wrong kidneys.
Is there the crime done here for a high horse?
Mary and Bresia. Remember her?
Found dead in her bed after botched aftercare.
Here. Doors opening.
You've got nothing.
You've got no wire.
Doors closing.
And it's raining.
And it's cold and I'm pissed off.
And there's a van.
And he's stopping.
And he's saying something.
And there's that cat.
Bloody cat. Dressed up.
Bow tie.
Tried to look up. Tried to see his face.
I'm trying.
He's there.
I can see him. He's...
Fuck!
What's wrong with me?
A hand? An alpha cat?
That fucking cat!
It's nothing!
You're getting closer. You're filling in the blank.
Closer's nothing.
He's gonna rape and kill another girl and it's my fault, see?
My fucking flowhead. My brain!
We always knock.
Sorry, ma'am.
Just your husband's been asking for you again.
He picked their own bloody day.
And, er...
Diana and Spiker back.
Sting was a bust.
Course he was.
That kind of day.
Here's what's worrying me.
I think this Andrew's doing a hit and run.
Two kidney incidents in one week.
Sweets in, secures the operations, then he's gone.
Vapor, dust.
And now he knows we've rumbled him.
Yeah, because I've blown the cover.
No.
You did the right thing steaming on in, Charlie Bronson.
But he'll be pulling out ASAP.
Well, where was a burner?
Pay as you go.
No address.
And now, out of service.
Hey, you've still got that Reddy's connection.
Franney Library.
A Miriam Brayshire, both within Cinderblock, right?
Well, both also have payday loans with Reddy's.
And are both on their fourth warning
letter, which the locals call the angry chipmunk.
But the thing is, Andrew got in touch with Franney.
Not the other way round.
So, how did Andrew know that Franney was in debt?
Let's get a warrant for the Reddy's client list.
Cross reference.
Final warnings with Cinderblock residency.
There's someone else that Andrew's tried to contact.
Do you mind if I do it, Mum?
It's just that fucking chipmunk.
It brings out the rage in me.
I need you for a taxi, Mum.
Where's the pickup?
That self-biting little shit, Patrick Llewellyn.
Miller's grabbed some profile pics from the dating website.
None of them seem to match the E-fit, but you never know.
Maybe one of them will ring a bell for Patrick.
On it.
Do you like me a bit of match or talk?
Babe.
Babe, no.
No, I'm not interested.
Don't even know what I'm gonna say.
Even though you don't realise it, you need Laura's support.
By keeping him in the cells, you're not
just punishing him, you're punishing yourself.
I probably wouldn't have made it so mushy, though.
Well, you would.
It might have worked, but we the jugglers
here and the circus is only gonna get busy.
Stuart and Tegan are en route to bring in the owner of the website, Roland Stubbs.
Want me to have a crack at him for you?
Oh, she reads me mind, anticipates me moves.
It's like Tovel and Dean dancing the blood of Bolero.
Bit before my time, that one.
You look like a dog trying to do long division.
I saw the photo of my dad's in you.
Oh.
I don't know what he was thinking.
No.
He was only responding in kind.
Wait, you've sent my dad photos of yourself.
Why?
Because he asked.
Well, he's not.
No.
Not yet, anyway.
Can we just focus here?
Cos for all we know, this website guy could be the one who killed those girls.
You know, if he comes London at me, if he's cocked
up between his legs and a meat cleave and his aunts,
I'd rather have backup that wasn't obsessing over his dad's sex life.
What?
Why did you start the website, Roland?
I don't know if it was other people or me.
I was just struggling to meet, you know, girls.
Turned out it was a total sausage fest anyway.
Do you know a user called Handyman?
That's what you want to see me about.
He's the one who you think with the girl.
Where you go?
Roland.
What did you do?
Roland clocked Handyman straight away because he was very specific.
Downs only.
He keeps trying to get Handyman to upgrade to platinum membership.
Handyman won't.
So Roland, annoyed, thinks about banning
him, but then decides to mess with him instead.
Creates a fake Downs girl, Patty, who agrees to meet Handyman for a day.
September the 6th.
The night Cathy was taken.
Right.
Here.
The Mouthing Dog Pub, where Patty agreed to
meet Handyman and, just a few streets away,
Belvedere Road, where Cathy was abducted.
So say Handyman goes there.
Yeah.
Waits for Patty, who never arrived, obviously.
Well, he's frustrated.
All dressed up, nowhere to go.
Takes a drive.
It was raining.
Visibility was low.
Missed it's Cathy for one of his type.
We take control of Patty's profile.
We send Handyman a message.
Apologise.
Ask him for another chance.
See if we can't coax this bastard out of whatever rabbit all he's hiding in.
Sorry, ma'am.
There's been a hiccup with the Reddy's warrant.
I pretend I didn't hear that, Joy.
So, um, you know how you filled up the paperwork for the
warrant and then passed it off to me to get to the magistrate?
Yeah.
I sort of forgot about it.
You forgot about it?
It's been sent off now.
I'm sorry, I've just had a lot on my plate.
I'm really sorry.
Right, then, well, clear your bloody plate.
Without that warrant, that whole organ case is grinding to a whole shit.
Viv is going to skin me.
We're never going to get it in time now.
I'm sleeping in my car.
Oh.
There's something happened between you and Rosie.
No.
Sorry, I'm in that up.
Up there with "Dog ate my own work" or "Big Boy did it and ran away".
Joy and I? And you won't need a warrant for the
Reddy's case because they won't want the bad publicity.
They'll hand over the list.
If the other option's them having the name splashed all over the papers,
and honestly, what I said about sleeping in
my car, I don't know where that came from.
I screwed up.
That's all.
Right, call Reddy's main office. Say what you just said.
Get them to agree access because we need their client list.
And, er, Jonah, if you do need to talk...
Nothing to talk about, mum.
Come get some ruggies
I'll switch for you
What is that thing all?
What?
Oh, God, that stupid chipmunk's voice in my head.
It's technically a squirrel and not chipmunk.
They've got him dancing around in a tree.
It's the squirrels that build their homes and the branches, the chipmunks.
They live underground.
One more to check out.
Roger, fingers crossed for that.
What's the story with this one?
Alison Carey, 36.
Still got outstanding debts with Reddy's.
Got her fourth warning three weeks back.
Oh, fifth warning?
Send a guy in a chipmunk costume round to break your legs.
Er, no. I have not.
Nobody's been in touch or nothing.
She always been around.
Eyes away working in the building trade.
Away being...
Germany.
Oh, yeah.
I heard a lot of the lads were going over recently.
They're helping do that new...
um, Oskab and Bank head office.
That's right, yeah.
Let me tell you about this guy.
He finds someone in debt on the estate, an
easy target, desperate, ready to crumble.
Told you.
It's not me.
Oskab and Bank head office.
Pull that one out of my arse.
A woman's died.
A few streets over, Miriam Brayshire.
Sold her kidney, then bled to death internally in her own bed.
That could so easily be your husband.
Look, I know how you feel.
Brulee.
You know, dear, because I have dreams, proper
real dreams, about smothering my own kids, myself.
Just so that I can be free of all this for
one fucking day where I am not scared shitless.
Ryan's tried to get a job.
Look, you're not here to, I hope you never are.
No, you're right. We're not.
We're here to warn you that this man doesn't give a shit about you and your family.
Your numbers in a margin to him, your profit.
This is what you're risking.
I thought that photo thing had even worked.
Other speech.
And maybe one.
What are the other?
Well, will you follow her instead?
Maybe she's worried enough to go see her husband or...
Or something else. You laid it on a bit thick, you know.
Fucking hell.
Today all right.
The operation is something today.
She hates me, doesn't she?
You're a little bit tired. I'm not a little bit tired. She hates me, doesn't she? You're a boss.
I can tell.
No, that's just the way. She all sharp to the point.
It's all right.
Don't like her much either.
Anything?
If there's someone here in particular that
you want me to point out, just say the word.
No.
No, Jesus, no.
Just tell us if you think any of them are the guy you saw.
Honestly, I'm trying, but...
No.
The arresting officer's been shagging someone else behind his Mrs's back.
You blackmailed him into letting me go, did you?
I persuaded him to save on paper work.
People lie to me every day, Laurie.
You get into a kind of mindset.
That's no need to apologise, love.
Who's apologise? I'm saying I don't believe you.
I think there's other reasons why you got out your tree and went off like that.
Look, I pissed against a police car because...
I don't like the police.
They've taken my wife away from me and I don't know how to talk to her about it.
How have they taken me away?
It's like you're not here any more, Viv.
Maybe that's because here is where we let a defenceless girl down.
Where the best we could do was have her dragged out of the cold water.
Not taking that home.
Sorry.
No.
Tell you what.
Name ten people whose cars you want pissing on.
I'll do it.
Make it 25 and you've got a deal.
That guy here is going to take you home.
Hey, listen, don't beat yourself over the party. You did your best, OK?
Thanks.
Hey, Laurie, isn't he big, Fanny?
I think we got the hangover to end all.
Yeah, and then some from your scenes.
You love her, Nick, Paula?
Location of operation confirmed. Kicking off now. We're heading over.
We've got a big one. Yep.
I'll see you at home. OK.
Oh, wait in the car, OK? With the money.
There's no way I still get it.
All right, sweeping.
Cover the exits.
No where to run. No where to hide.
Find out who these lovely people are.
Will do.
Shut it down.
Hold up.
Hold up a moment.
I think we've got a runner. I'll go round the back.
It's not just a removal.
Guys, we thought it was an harvest festival, didn't we?
But it's a recycling bank.
That's the recipient's family.
The NHS won't even put them on a transplant list.
No chance of success. Waste of resources.
What if we put a stop to this? He goes for nothing.
Unless the transplant was in progress when we arrived.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both know you're in trouble.
So I'd focus if I were you. I'd really bloody focus.
Anything?
Nothing. Wait. First floor. Andrew!
You look nice.
Like a proper copper.
It suits you.
And there was me about to arrest you, but
as soon as you've got such a sweet mouth...
Look, no matter what you think about me,
I did those people a favour.
Why don't you just let me bring in, Andrew?
Well, hang on.
You've seen us stay in places like Cinderblock, yeah?
If you're born there, your life expectancy takes a ten-year hit.
Right off the bat.
And that's before someone like you sweeps in to exploit this situation, right?
There are places in India where half the village have sold organs.
Half the village. For what?
300 quid a pop.
I paid 2,000.
And how much did you sell the mum for?
Andrew, what's your plan here?
Hope it'll lecture us to death.
See, she understands.
She pretends she doesn't, but...
When she was telling me that whole spiel about the kids,
about how she feels like she's drowning,
she meant every word.
Didn't you?
You were as desperate as they come.
Guys!
All I did was ask for a photo of your dad,
and you're a soulbag, a 12-year-old.
A naked photo of my dad, Tegan.
Who, by the way, uses women like Kleenex.
Does his business with them.
Crumples them up, tosses them aside.
I've seen it all my life.
Oh, OK, so this is real concern for me, this, innit?
And not your screwed-up daddy issues.
Not concerned. Pity.
You did the son. How are you gonna do the father?
Do you know what? You can fuck off it all.
You're fine by me.
Are you sure you're all right? I was so hit.
Look, I'm sorry I froze back there.
No, it was great. See, that's my job.
If any of you lot freeze, I have to act.
And I knew that before, but suddenly, it all just clicked.
At least until we went through that glass,
and then I was just like, "That was stupid."
That's Patty, ready for reactivation.
Go for it.
And Joy said, "Let there be light," if that was light.
What, I'll catch you?
I got overconfident.
Tried Patty in a room. We don't need more.
Might wanna sit down.
My pussy! My fucking floor-red! My egg!
Surprise!
Drink that while you're getting ready.
I'm taking you somewhere special tonight, and no arguments.
Um, is... is Kathy home?
Yeah, she's upstairs, I think.
Diner.
I saw the video. You and Dr. Peep.
She okay?
What do you think?
Oh, you're gonna have to look at me sometime, Kathy.
You can't pretend this didn't happen.
Look, I know you're frustrated.
No, you don't know about me. How I feel.
You treat me like I'm some fucking puzzle to be sold.
I don't.
I enjoyed it.
Hitting her. Slapping her.
Knowing she wasn't gonna fight back and...
I'm gonna go stay at Alfred's.
I'm upset, but I'm not throwing you out.
I have to anyway.
Why?
Why do you have to go?
A few months now.
Okay. Go there.
Don't worry. It's Alfa's. It's over the moon.
It's gonna be your great-dad.
The enthusiastic twat.
I bet you're kinda relieved, right?
Not gonna be your responsibility no more.
Just you leaving?
Yeah.
Do you want me to give her a lift?
I've been... called her to work. Sorry. I know. I'm an eye-mearer.
Same time tomorrow, yeah?
What, will you say you've cooked me dinner?
Yeah.
Takeaway's not the same thing.
I've got to dash there. I'm gonna be going on here.
Well, I'll tell you later.
Now, say you love me and piss off, eh?
I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I should have had him arrested months ago. Perfect husband.
Right. So here's the news.
We got a hit 20 minutes ago. Handyman sent a message to Patty.
What was he been saying?
Hey, Sheksey. Pause off 34 seconds. Where you been?
Pause a bum in 40 seconds.
Usually don't give girls who stand me up a second chance.
Might make an exception for you, if you're lucky.
Did we reply back?
Just a smiley. One of them lets winking and blowing a kiss at the same time.
So I'll do best to start slow, make him do a
bit of work for my attention, keep him interested.
And apparently he is.