The Responder

I came to get fixed. We both know I'm not. The door upstairs?

Sorry. Talk to me. Please.

He shouldn't be in the job, Phil. Look at the state of him!

SCREAMING

You're supposed to be a police officer.

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

Casey!

You're workin' for Carl Sweeney, aren't ya?

Why's he so angry with you? Cos I robbed his cocaine.

Just give it him back. I can't.

Why not? Cos it got robbed off me.

Chris, I'm dead!

You are dead, lad!

I did a good thing for someone who normally doesn't matter.

Everyone matters.

They don't, Mam, not really.

Nah, I'm still here, aren't I?

Do you want to buy some drugs?

I know you're as fed up as I am.

I love my husband, Ray.

HE SNIFFS

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

The job has ruined me.

SIREN BLARES

MAN, ON RADIO: Delta patrol, anyone in the town centre,

keep an eye out for a male reported...

Go on, then.

OK.

Anyone out there that can take

a look at a report of a sudden death, please?

Anyone at all?

LAUGHTER ON VIDEO

Oh... Oh, no...

Oh, what?

I'll fuckin' kill ya! Get off!

HE CHUCKLES

DISTANT SHOUTING

Shit!

Get off!

Somebody help her!

Somebody get some help!

GROANING

PHONE VIBRATES

All right?

Three sugars, please, love.

What are you doing in my house?

Sorry, lad. I was on my way home from the gym.

I thought you might be here.

Get out of there, Carl.

Yeah, yeah, she's made up to see me.

Listen, do you know that blue jacket I lent you...?

How dare you come to my house?

How fucking dare you?

He thinks it's in the wardrobe upstairs.

Delta Patrol, Charlon Street! We need help!

Or the spare room. I didn't even know he had it.

Last time I lend him anything, anyway.

Delta 5-4-6 needs backup on Charlon Street.

Any other units available?

Listen, lad,

I can just walk into your house and turn your life to shit.

Get out now.

How long have you known me, eh? SIREN BLARES

I mean, haven't I been a good mate to you?

Fuck. I will kill you.

Don't you threaten me, lad,

cos I'm here and you're there, so shut up and listen for a bit.

Carl, mate...

Don't you "Carl, mate" me, none of that shite.

That's over now. That's history.

I could destroy your bird.

She could walk into this room any second now

and I could ruin her

and there's not a thing you can do about it.

I can plant gear in your house, I can torch your gaff.

I can even go upstairs and beat the shit out of yer kid.

PHIL, ON RADIO: Delta patrol, Charlon Street! We need help!

And there's not a single thing you can do about it.

This is what happens when you let me down.

I need that gear, mate, so find Casey.

Right, she's gone. CARL CHUCKLES

She hasn't. I put her on the fucking train.

Well, if you did, then she fucking got off again, didn't she?

You what?

Lad, she was sitting on Gary the Pimp's couch at nine o'clock

this morning trying to flog my gear.

Christ, she hasn't got your gear! Somebody robbed it off her.

Chris, how can you be this thick, lad?!

She's out there right now trying to get rid of my powder,

the lazy little rat.

And as long as that's going on, everything you've got is in danger.

So find her, cos, lad, I am not going anywhere.

I can't find your jacket, Carl. Oh, he's been cut off.

He was going to say, he was going to say hello and that.

I think he must've had to go to work. Nothing? No.

I don't know where it's gone, then.

RACHEL CALLS OUT, GROANS

Spray!

PHIL SCREAMS Fucking hell, Rachel!

Get off!

Rachel!

Stay down!

You all right?

HE GROANS

Who sprayed gas?

Next time, aim it at him, not at him.

Cuff him.

Hey, come on.

Remember your training.

Deep breath. Fine motor skills.

Ah, shit. I think he's broke me nose.

4-7. Let's have a look.

Argh! Yeah, he has, yeah. WOMAN, ON RADIO: Go ahead, Chris.

Cancel anyone else making the assistance call, please.

Do you need an ambulance?

Negative. He's out cold. No.

Well done, Chris.

One adult male.

Can you clear St Helens for assault police, please?

Roger. One male detained.

MAN GROANS

He'll live.

You going to be OK? I've got shit to do.

We need a statement off you. Nonsense.

You used force. You kicked him in the face.

He was beating you up. It's still force.

Is that what they teach you in training school?

Yeah. Yeah, well, good luck with that.

PHONE RINGS OUT

Kate?

Hi, Dad.

What are you doing answering Mum's phone?

It was ringing.

Right. Is Uncle Carl still there?

I think he's outside with Mum.

OK. Er...

What are they doing? Are they shouting?

They're just talking. I can hear them out the window.

I'm really worried about him,

and you're pretty much the only friend he's left.

All right, Kate.

Come on, we don't do all that bollocks.

I've known that twat for 40 years,

I don't think he's ever talked about his feelings,

unless it's about the footy.

Well, maybe if you asked each other once in a while?

HE CHUCKLES

If I can get him in a good mood.

You are a good friend.

Yeah. All right, yeah, whatever.

Tilly? Tilly?

He's going now.

Why?

Are you OK? Anything the matter?

Are you doing OK, Dad?

Yeah, I'm do... I'm doing fine.

You sure?

Why are you asking me that?

I think you're sad.

No, look... No, look, I'm just...I'm just tired.

Nights?

Yeah, nights.

Are you coming home, Dad? I can't, love.

I've got to find someone who needs me help.

Hey, do you want to have breakfast with me in the morning?

That would be the best.

OK. That's a deal, then, me and you.

Do you still you want Mum?

No, not any more.

Don't forget about brekkie, Dad. No, I promise.

I'll try to be a good girl, so you're not sad.

You're perfect.

You... You couldn't look at him.

He was like a whip crack.

Like...one word...

..noise, or something out the corner of his eye

and, bang, he'd be on yer.

But you're not him. Mm. Yeah, but I know he's in there.

He's in there.

Well, you love your family, cos you've told me yourself.

And you could never hurt them.

Hm...

Yeah, there's...

..different kinds of hurt...

..Lynne.

SHE SOBS

Come on. Come on.

You're... Come on.

RAGGED BREATHING

You're all right.

You're all right.

Casey?

You have fucked us both now.

Where are you?

WOMAN, ON RADIO: Delta Romeo 4-7, 4-7 Delta?

Go 'ed.

Sergeant Wilson requesting you call into

the custody suite to speak with him, please.

Will do.

Casey!