The Responder

All right, we will... We'll try something different. I want to talk. Of course.

Yeah, well, I ca-... I can't.

Cos I'm wra-... I'm wrapped up in here, you know.

Look, I want to speak.

I want to speak. Christ.

I want to believe in you. That you can help me.

But I've got another week of nights stretching out in front of me.

And I can feel it.

I'm going to crack.

Then let me help you, then.

Tell me what you want from this?

I want to be a good bobby.

I want to do good...things.

Yeah?

I want to be normal.

SIRENS WAIL

DISTORTED RADIO

Delta Patrol, are you able take a look at

a report of youths causing rather a lot of annoyance

on Park Street, please?

BEEPS

# And I'll get home and I lay down and die... #

Anyone available to respond to that last shout, please?

# I won't cry No, I won't shed no tears

# And when the dog that bites has got me... #

And this guy appears to be dressed. At least from the waist up.

THEY JEER

Do we have anyone available for a call marked IRIR, please?

Anyone at all, Delta?

Instant response,

I'm sorry to say it's 24B Stirling Avenue again.

# Oh ga-ga, oh ga-ga, oh ga-ga, oh ga-ga. #

ALARM SOUNDS

HE GROANS

God, you've polished off some of that!

Where are you storing all that food? Little chipmunk cheeks?

Sausage and mash again?

Yeah, she likes it. She had it last night.

Beans last night, peas tonight.

Peas tonight.

She's going to turn into a sausage.

No, I'm not. Yes, you are.

ALERT Hey! She got it.

Close. She got it.

I got that.

Work.

Eat.

The door, upstairs?

Sorry. It's OK.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum,"

said the giant as he hunted for Jack.

Who bought you this?

Nanny.

Do you like it? It's OK.

It's not Pixar though, is it? No. It's boring.

Read it though, please? Oh, it's rubbish.

I know, but I like you reading it.

Right. Where were we? The fee-fi bit. The fee-fi bit. OK.

So, listen. Yeah?

The giant is running after Jack and he's going to kick his head in.

He's going, "Fee-fi-fo... I'm going to batter you, you little..."

So Jack was a little bit of a coward, if the truth be told.

He does a runner.

He slides down the beanstalk so fast he gets a burn right on his bum.

Right? You know like when you go down a rope at school?

DISTANT RAISED VOICES

You've got no control over it!

It barks and it barks and it barks!

I can't hear the TV!

I hear it in the bedroom, in the living room. It's every night!

I swear to God, one of these days I'm going to take that dog...

He poo'd all over the landing.

I could taste it while I was having me supper.

Supper? Who do you think you are? Right. Listen. Listen.

Trevor, take it down, mate. He threatened me.

I threatened nobody. That dog... I'm trying to have me dinner!

I'll make a complaint about him.

Nobody's making a complaint, all right?

He's a paedophile. I'm not a paedophile. Jesus Christ.

He sits there all day on his computer, wanking.

I do not. I don't care if he does. God knows what he's looking at.

I'm not wanking. Fucking hands down, right?

With his bog roll and his underpants round his ankles.

Wank, wank, wank.

Mary, keep your fucking voice down and get the dog in the flat

before I throw it over the fucking side.

All day, she leaves it out here. I know, I know what she does.

Cos you told me last night, didn't you? And three times last week.

I can't take much more... Why are you doing this to me?

What? Answer the question, Trevor. I... I don't know what.

Cos I've only been on duty five minutes, and here I am again.

But the poo! Do you think I enjoy it?

No. Finally!

Come on, mate.

Look, I'd get more sense out of that dog than I would with her, right?

But you, you are just this side of normal.

I'm fucking... I'm fucking struggling here, mate.

Do you understand me? But the poo!

Right. If you do this one more time, I'm going to fucking kill you.

Do you understand me?

All right? All right, good man.

Go inside now. Get inside, Trev. Good lad.

I came here to get fixed. Right.

And we both know I'm not fixed.

If you take care for yourself and you support yourself

and most of all, you be kind to yourself...

..that will help.

I know. But at the moment it feels like you're just dropping me off

and driving away.

I've given you the tools. Have you?

I don't mean that. Yeah, I know you have.

You have. Thanks.

But I can't keep going home to them, right, like this.

I'm a fucking shell. The job has ruined me.

Every night there's spit on me face, there's blood on me boots.

And it never stops.

It's such important work. Hmm. Is it?

I don't think it is. I think it's whack-a-mole.

Except the moles wear trackies.

But you need to focus on the good that you do.

I can't remember the last time I did some good.

I don't think that's true.

It is.

RINGING

PHONE VIBRATES

Yeah? Have you seen her?

Who? Casey.

Mate, I'm in the middle of working here. I need to speak to her.

Who? Who'd you fu-...

You've got me swearing in front of our Lexie here. Say hello from me.

Say hello yourself, after you've found Town Centre Casey.

No, mate, I can't do that.

Oh, come on, lad. Sort it for me. I'm not picking anyone up for you.

But I need to speak to her.

I'm working, Carl. I thought we had an understanding

that when I'm working we leave it alone?

Understandings are out the window, lad. I just need Casey.

What's up? Nothing to do with you.

No, you asking me to find her is making it to do with me.

She's just a bag head, why do you want her?

She owes me. So I'm a debt collector now?

Oh, why're you making a song and dance out of this?

Just help me out, mate. No, I'm not making a song and dance out of it.

But it's not what our thing is, is it? Our thing is... Jesus Christ.

You've got more song and dance than Sammy Davis Junior.

Find Casey.

Piss off, Carl. Christ.

She shouldn't be watching this, Carl. It's got killing in it.

I'm all right. It's not real killing.

Right. How many times? She's too young.

Go brush your teeth.

Hey, hugs.

I've got to go out, babe. Why tonight?

Because there's no rest for the wicked.

And you of all people should know that.

Mm. Mm.

TELEVISION BLARES

You shouldn't be watching that, it's got killing in.

Just go, knobhead.

Love you. Love you too, so be careful.

Give me the weed. Haven't got any weed.

Just give me the weed.

I...I...I don't smoke weed no more, me, man. Piss off, Marco.

All right, empty your pockets.

Fucking hell, lad. This is bang out of order, this, you know.

Bang out of order.

Well, don't make me put my hand up your arse.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? Is that everything?

I can fucking hear you jangling, lad. Jesus Christ, lad.

All right, where's the weed? There isn't any weed.

Why don't you believe me? Because you're a liar, it's what you do.

Shit, this. Tell you what, though. Christ.

Where did you get this money? It's me dole.

SMACKING

Where did you get this money?

You asking me, yeah, and then hitting me,

not going to make me tell you. Hey.

SMACKING Whoa, will you stop hitting me!

Fucking hell. Pick it up, Marco.

Do you know Casey?

Town Centre Casey?

Where is she?

Town centre, probably. I swear to God, mate. All right, fucking hell.

Erm, she's dosses round the shops. Right. Which shops?

The derelict shops. They're all derelict, narrow it down.

The town centre shops, man.

Get in. Hey, lad.

Only pigs and grasses in the front.

Honest. I'd get my fucking head kicked in if I get in front seat.

Get in back. I don't fucking care.

Shit. Hey. What about me bike?

Christ.

What? CLATTERING

Any need, like? Jesus Christ.

So you're not dealing, Marco? As if I'm going to tell you.

How else have you got hundred quid? I got skills, man.

No, man. You haven't. You're a thick twat, but you have got hundred quid.

I done a man a favour. What man? What favour?

You trying to be the detective again, lad?

I tell between us, yeah? Yeah.