Pushers

This programme contains strong language and adult themes

Oi, you! Don't fucking move!Oh! SHE PANTS

Oi, stop!

Fuck!

Very disabled, move, move!

SHE GRUNTS

Everything all right?

SQUELCH!

Fuck!

The man came in, took one look at me,

and cut my benefits in half.

You've had ataxic cerebral palsy since birth? Yep.

Due to a complication -

whoop -

on the exit slide.

I didn't breathe for 17 minutes.

I really wouldn't recommend it.

How does your cerebral palsy affect you on a daily basis?

My speech...obviously,

and when I walk, I drag one foot behind...

You've ticked...

.."walking long distances brings you considerable pain."

You got here.

You don't seem to be in considerable pain.

Your words.

Well, no, not today, but...

TYPES KEYS "Not in pain."

Well, no, don't write that.

Moving on. Do you regularly soil yourself?

Oh, God.

BANGS DOOR

God.

Oh, God!

Mam, the lighter. Pass me the fucking lighter, Mam.

Oh, God!

Sorry!

Hey, hey, hey. You're, um...

Don't I, um...?

Didn't we shag in a Co-op storeroom?

I don't shop in Co-op.

Their sausage rolls

are not big enough.

Could've been in Asda. Hmm, Asda.

I think we went to school together.

Ewen Sheridan, right?

Fuck!

It's fucking you, man. Hey, fuck, it's Emily Dawkins!

Wait, I thought you'd died.

Oh, no.

That was that other disabled kid.

The other one. Wendy.

Hmm. Pot-ayto, pot-ayto.

I haven't seen you since...

The fires.

Nobody believed that sweet little Emily were involved.

I could get away with anything.

What are you here for?

An appeal. Hmm.

But I fucked it.

I told them I don't soil myself.

Yeah, you gotta play the system. Mam...

..do you soil yourself?

Yeah. Can you wipe your own arse?

No. Are you in pain?

SHE WINCES AND GROANS

HE LAUGHS

Just your regular Julie Dench over 'ere!

She's got that multiple scoliosis thing, right, but it's not that bad.

Sclerosis, you dumb fuck.

Scleros...

And what's up with you?

One foot -

half a size bigger than the other.

Look at 'em.

Bizarre.

And I do genuinely fucking shit myself, but...

..only when I'm completely fucking battered.

So, what do you do for a job, like?

I work for a charity.

We check if workplaces

have accessible loos.

And then we give them

a sticker if they do.

Oh, I love stickers, man.

So, do toilets pay well?

It's voluntary.

But Jo, our boss, she's amazing.

She'll start paying us soon.

We have an office in the back.

Is that where they keep the donkeys?

Yeah. It is.

Don't it stink?

Yeah. It does.

Look, it's a bit random, but if you need 50 squid

you could deliver this tomorrow at 10:00.

Flat 42, Gurnard House. I'm too busy to do it meself.

What's in it?

Kinky shit. I sell whips,

plugs, clamps, flashlights.

Are flashlights kinky?

Well, they are when you stick your cock in one.

Well, it feels a bit dodgy.

Right. Where is it? Suit yourself.

I'm saved under "fit boy from assessment centre".

Text me when you change your mind.

I won't.

You fucking will.

I won't!

Will. I won't!

Will!

I won't!

Fucking WILL!

I WON'T!

Will!

Mr Andrew Hadden?

My name's Hope and I work for a Bracklington-based

disability charity called Wee CU.

Is now a convenient time to speak?

When might be a convenient time to speak, Mr Andrew Hadden?

"Half past fuck off"?

That's disappointing. Just hang up.

Hello, Emily Dawkins.

No, I was speaking to Emily Dawkins, not you, Andrew Hadden.

May I ask you one final question?

Would you prefer disabled people simply shat in their wheelchairs?

No, genuinely, I'm interested.

I will be reporting you to the Charity Commission,

I hope you're aware... THUMPING

Oh.

The phone's broken, so I'm off to lunch.

Meal deal, Harry Clarke?

No!

HE GRUNTS Hurry up.

Oh, I signed for a parcel for Jo.

Oh, thanks. Um, make any phone calls?

Phone calls? Oh...

Who to?

Don't worry.

Enjoy your meal deal.

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

SHE SNIFFS DEEPLY

Mmmm, Jo.

I got a notification about a parcel.

Hi, Jo!

A parcel?

No, nothing's here.

Um, if it comes,

I could come to yours,

drop it off,

cheeky glass of wine...

It's only lingerie. No rush.

Oh, cool.

Groovy. Yeah, yeah.

Listen, um...

..Emily.

Do you know why I started this charity?

You want every workplace

to be welcoming

and accessible to all disabled people.

Yeah. But, specifically, Soho Farmhouse.

Did you know they only have two disabled parking spaces

and, like, one accessible toilet?

No. We rang up

and, actually, they have, like...

Don't.

It's abhorrent, Emily.

Let's talk donations.

Yeah, you first,

and then I'll offer my two pence.

Have we had any donations?

Two pence.

And technically that was

bank interest.

Actually, I've been meaning

to talk to you about wages.

Well, listen, lovely,

I can't afford to endlessly pour money into this little thing.

Bring in those juicy donations, yeah?

Book assessments. And then,

perhaps we can go to Soho Farmhouse together.

Check out the toilets.

But if nothing improves by the end of the year,

we'll have to shut down.

Please, don't make me be that person.

DOMINOES SCATTER

RINGING TONE

MAN MUMBLES

What am I looking for?

What am I? What am I?

What am I? Oh, God!

What was that...

..pretty lady?

BUZZER

DISTANT SHOUTING

Ka-ga, ka-ga.

Ka-ga!

The bin. What?

The bin! The green bin.

What?