Wolfe (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

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MUSIC: "Clearly"
by Grace VanderWaal
There's a world outside my door ♪
I don't know it anymore ♪
I'm gonna stay here now ♪
I'm gonna stay here now ♪
Take a breath and say a prayer ♪
Find the strength in my despair ♪
It's not gonna take me down ♪
It's not gonna take me down ♪
I can see clearly now ♪
The rain has gone ♪
I accept all the things
that I cannot change ♪
It's gonna be a bright ♪
bright sunshiny day ♪
HE WHISTLES
HE LAUGHS
Wooo-wup!
Job lot, eBay.
Whose bright idea was this?
Er, you do know the correlation
between repetitive head injuries
and early onset dementia?
That's what training's for.
Here.
Well, they'll fix it upstairs.
If it's not done right,
I could break anything.
- Again, training.
- WOLFE SIGHS
Couldn't you have found
a passion for chess?
- The chess society are riddled with crabs.
- Oh, be serious, Flick.
Oh, I am.
The stuff they do with their rooks,
pure filth.
It's public domain!
Nobody ran boxing past me.
FLICK: You should just think yourself lucky
that she let me invite you tonight.
WOLFE: You do not need
your mum's permission to see me.
No, I just need Maggy
to squeeze me into your slots.
Look, Maggy doesn't talk to you like that.
FLICK: I know,
but that's what it always sounds like.
Which is why you need to be nice to Jeff.
Jeff?
If I ran every hobby past you, Pops,
you'd die on your feet.
His company put shedloads of money
into places like this.
He's here, right?
Don't make it weird.
Dad, this is Jeff.
He suggested boxing as a way for me
to embrace female rage.
Woah, "rage" and "female" are her words.
My quote's "Blowing the cobwebs out"
which is great for 99% of the people,
don't you think?
Hm! Anyway
Good to finally meet you, Wolfe.
- I've heard tons about you.
- JEFF: Oh!
Now I know why Flick's right hook's
so impressive.
PHONE RINGS
- WOLFE: Er
- Excuse me.
- PHONE RINGS
- Maggy?
- I don't know why I'm here.
- Yeah.
- But I'm here.
No, no. Of course.
Hey, Maggy's outside.
Um, I'm on my way down. Now, yeah.
There'd be more chance
of us spending time together
if I turned up on a slab at this rate.
Well, you've been talked into the right hobby
for speeding the chances of that up.
- This is important to her.
- Er, look, give him a break.
Work's work, and we know what he does.
They're taping it anyway,
so we can email you a copy.
Fuck off!
Wolfe!
SHE SIGHS
Can you believe this?
MAGGY:
What's the emergency?
WOLFE:
Val invited a date.
Jeff's not a date.
Seriously, Wolfe, if that's the only reason
you called me out, I'm taking you back.
I will not watch the daughter
that almost died
take impact injuries to the head
because some over-athletic gimp
thinks she's got fucking cobwebs at her age!
And nobody asked me!
There we go.
- WOLFE: Where are the others?
- MAGGY: Round at Dot's.
WOLFE:
Well, that's where we're off to.
What the hell is that?
There's no movement,
so it's not a silent rave.
Er, pull over.
But But not on the bridge.
MAGGY:
Wolfe! Has it been dumped?
WOLFE:
No! There might be someone in it.
Oh!
Get the services, Maggy!
MAGGY:
I'm on it.
It's Maggy Chan from Forensics.
Hang on, let me catch my breath.
- We've got an RTC, it's a car off a bridge.
- Maggy.
I'll send you the exact location.
We'll need USAR, paramedics,
and don't hate me, divers.
Look, the driver's out. Footprints.
Hey, "We don't risk a life to save a life".
It's your own echo, boss.
WOLFE:
Look, see if anyone else needs help.
- Wolfe, I can smell fuel.
- Yeah, I can see it.
It's all shifting away from the engine.
Just go!
Travel well.
HE SIGHS
Listen.
Er, I know it seems indecent
to be asking this soon
but I badly need your help
to find out what piece of shit
left you here to die on your own.
PHONE RINGS
WOLFE:
Maggy?
Services are en route.
WOLFE: We've got a deceased female
in the passenger seat.
Teenager, early twenties.
What're we seeing over there?
We've got footprints,
but only down to the river.
- But they're erratic. I'm not seeing blood.
- WOLFE: Meaning dogs?
Well, they're swerving away from the water,
back under the bridge.
- WOLFE: OK.
- WOMAN: Olivia!
WOLFE:
Stay back!
WOMAN GASPS
Way back, please!
Look, there's nothing to see here, folks.
WOMAN:
That's our car!
Joseph, that's our
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Olivia!
- MAGGY: Emergencies are on their way.
- Did she call you here?
JOSEPH:
Missed curfew.
Three hours.
We tracked her phone.
We don't know how safe the vehicle is.
Please, please
JOSEPH:
Claudia.
She got out.
CLAUDIA GASPS
- JOSEPH: She's out!
The prints lead us away from the water,
thank God.
Can you give me a photo of her
to share with the main services?
- What's he do?
- I'm Professor Kinteh.
We're forensic workers from the university.
We just happened to be first on the scene.
All highway patrols
should have her picture, sir.
CLAUDIA:
Joseph.
Olivia!
JOSEPH:
Olivia!
CLAUDIA:
Olivia!
- Olivia!
- JOSEPH: Olivia! Can you hear me?
Just Just yell!
CLAUDIA:
Olivia!
JOSEPH:
Olivia!
If you can't yell, use your phone!
At what time did you report the incident?
- Um, it was
- It was 8:15pm when you phoned it in.
9pm by the time we arrived.
With 45 minutes for you to dive in
to collect forensic evidence
while speaking directly
to the victim's family, before
I collected time-sensitive samples,
only once I knew it was a fatality.
What citizen wouldn't?
The rest of us, you mad fuck!
You could've blown yourself to shit
when the vehicle went up.
HE BLOWS
Hey, "If you can smell that,
blame a teacher".
I'm still here.
Olivia's parents are accusing you
of causing the explosion.
HE SCOFFS
That's just the grief speaking.
Come on, Betsy, what else was I
How could I have done anything differently?
ALARM BEEPS
- DOOR CLICKS
Are we close to finding the identity
of the missing driver?
STEVE:
OK, yes.
Er, from the footprints that Maggy found
we have size eight, New Balance 452,
well worn, the tread was quite bare
and which happen to match these
from Olivia Turner's
social media postings last night.
DOT:
So, just to confirm
the two girls Olivia Turner and Ella Squires
one 17, the other nearly 18,
but, you know, both 17 for the record
were together before the crash.
Prints on the steering
match Ella on Ident 1.
Previous for shoplifting.
We tracked her phone,
last location was the crash site.
We scoured the crime scene
and no sign of it.
Could be off. Or broke.
She could have it with her, but if it is,
the battery's been removed
which wouldn't be an accident.
WOLFE SIGHS
Police have checked Ella's home
and college and are talking to friends.
Parents aren't around.
She lives with her sister.
Currently no sign of her.
You wouldn't run if you weren't guilty
of something, would you?
We don't jump to conclusions here.
DOMINIQUE:
I'm just opening my mind to all scenarios.
Yeah.
SHE LAUGHS
But there's a difference
between hypothesis and catastrophising.
For the record.
DOMINIQUE SCOFFS
MAGGY: All I meant was,
catastrophising can split your focus
when primary should be cold, hard evidence.
It's not off the cards,
but it's not for here.
Well done, team.
BETSY:
Cassie, thanks for allowing us back.
This is my colleague, Wolfe.
Tea, milk
and I went for plain biscuits
instead of choccie.
Less mess.
There'll be quite a lot of intrusion
into your house over the next few days.
You shouldn't be out of pocket.
"Whether you think you can
or you think you can't
you're right."
MUG CLATTERS
Is that for me?
CASSIE:
Are you gonna be much longer?
DCI Chambers run out
of asking the same questions?
Hey, I wouldn't cross her
if she were my boss.
WOLFE:
Neither would I, but I'm my own boss.
Officer of the crown, totally impartial.
We're not police.
- Not as nice as Olivia's place.
- WOLFE: I haven't been.
- Why?
- Nobody's looking for Olivia.
CASSIE SNIFFS
If you'd asked me two years ago
where she'd be, with who
I'd have a list.
I coulda told you everything.
Cos there wasn't, being honest,
that much to know.
I wouldn't just have numbers
I'd have their parents' numbers.
- Now I'm totally frozen out.
- Hey, hey. Cassie.
It's hard enough being a parent
when you actually are one.
How's anybody supposed to keep 'em safe?
You'da still been working all that out
for yourself when you had to take Ella on?
SHE SNIFFS
Ella's a good driver.
I've got a garage off the high street.
She'd been helping out for years.
The only reason El
would've been driving Liv's car
is if Liv was too pissed to drive herself.
And if Liv was pissed,
it's bang-on our Ella was too.
Cause of death
is cranial blunt force injury.
Was the airbag disabled?
Neither Olivia or Ella had their seatbelts on
so the airbags didn't go off.
Ella got lucky.
MAXINE: Even if she was wearing her belt
or had hit the bag
the branch ruptured her abdominal aorta,
she'd have bled out sharpish.
If Maggy's scribbling everything down,
what's the point in a report?
Your reports are great, Maxine,
we've no complaints.
It's just, headlines would be great
for the time we've got.
Except, personally, I love detail.
I only include detail that's applicable.
Received. It's the "50 Shades of Dead"
I could do without.
I enjoy them.
Brings a pizazz to a morbid read.
Blood work's back.
No traces of alcohol or drugs in her system.
Are you sure?
No, I'm guessing wildly
in the hope of recognition.
We bow to your diligence, Maxine.
- What time can we expect the full report?
- You'll get it when I press send.
Thanks, Max.
Always a pleasure.
The brake lines have been tampered with.
CAMERA CLICKS
That's why there were no skid marks
on the road.
Not because Ella was too intoxicated to brake
but because she couldn't.
Let's look into everywhere this car has been,
anyone that's come into contact with it.
I need to find Ella.
Guilty or not, she's scared.
They leave college just before five
and head straight to the chippy.
Traffic cameras see them heading
towards the Peak District
but lose them at seven when they head
down lesser used country roads.
Photos on Olivia's phone put them
in the woods for a couple of hours.
There's no one else in those pictures.
No phone calls or messages are sent
and there's nothing more
until the crash at nine.
I'm having trouble locating this spot.
The soil samples on the tyres
are all scorched.
Well, check the shoes.
I managed to pull them off
while I was in there.
Look, if these girls have enemies,
I want to know who.
Trawl their social media comments
for dodgy mates, pervy teachers.
We need to find this cave.
MUSIC ON RADIO: "Hand In My Pocket"
by Alanis Morissette
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah ♪
Who says that entomology isn't sexy?
Most can't even spell it.
STEVE: It's a good job we got to you
before you were chargrilled.
Steve, I get kids being fascinated
with bugs.
What stuck?
STEVE:
Yeah, it's simple, really.
See, the soil on the shoes
had traces of the chestnut gall wasp
so an hour of cross-referencing
chestnut trees with a list
of known caves in the area and voilà.
DOMINIQUE:
Here you go.
CAMERA CLICKS
Brake fluid.
Secure the area.
Whoever cut the brakes, their DNA is here.
Somewhere.
- DOT: Oh, boss?
- Oh
Boss.
DOT:
Steve, I reckon we just get a print of that.
Ambulance now.
She's here. I need help.
CAMERA CLICKS
CAMERA CLICKS
CAMERA CLICKS
CAMERA CLICKS
Stare much.
Um. Yeah, sorry, it's just blood
makes me feel a bit, you know
Wrong job, mate.
Yes, well, not other people's, obviously.
SHE LAUGHS
Brave boy.
You ready for this?
Well, that depends.
Are you gonna be gentle?
SHE LAUGHS
- Ready?
- DOT: Mm-hmm.
STEVE:
Jesus.
DOMINIQUE:
Ah, look how good that looks.
CAMERA CLICKS
Wolfe's gonna be buzzing.
Ah, yes.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
No chance, mate.
I wouldn't.
It would be, er
proper unprofessional.
That's which makes it her
all the more alluring.
It's nice to have a pretty face
to look at for a change.
Oi.
Oh, no, you're beautiful.
- Just a bit too much dick for me.
- HE LAUGHS
Ditto.
This correlates with Ella's injuries,
but the other DNA isn't a match for Liv.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Station called. Ella's awake.
Betsy said you can sit in on the interview
if you keep your trap shut.
Great.
- MAGGY: I'll fetch the car.
- Nope.
You've offended enough people today.
Stay here and fix Ella's phone.
Dominique, would you do the honours?
DOOR SHUTS
She's only been awake a few hours.
Keep this brief, yeah?
- Was Olivia in pain?
- CASSIE: Ella
Olivia died instantly.
She wouldn't have known what had happened.
- I'm really, really sorry. It was my fault.
- Don't say that.
Cross that out your notes.
She takes it back. She did nothing wrong.
WOLFE:
It's OK, Cassie.
Ella, your blood work shows
that you were sober.
I was driving. It was my fault.
No. It was the fault of the person
who cut the brakes.
I need some air.
BETSY: Who did you fight with
yesterday at the cave, Ella?
- Before the crash?
- Nobody.
Somebody tried to kill you.
With your help and your honesty
DCI Chambers here can put this person
in prison for years.
How long's the sentence,
like, you know, for
- for what happened?
- Premeditated murder carries a long term.
Come on.
Who gave you the makeover?
Mackenzie Drayton.
We go college together.
Can you tell us
how you got those injuries, Mackenzie?
Hold on, hold on.
No offence, but in this climate
Can you say your names clearly
for the video?
- Am I a suspect?
- You're a person of interest.
That's your loophole for harassment?
We can do this at the station
with a lawyer present, if you'd rather.
Don't need to make such a big deal about it.
Ask your questions, then.
- This was self-defence.
- Were you friends with Ella and Olivia?
With Liv,
before she became besties with Ella.
How did you feel about their friendship?
I don't like Ella.
She's a "yes person",
and "yes people" are fake.
Or maybe she was lonely
and wanted to be affable.
Dunno.
Don't care.
She turned up
and Liv wanted nothing more to do with me
and that felt like a kick in the tits.
- So you were angry with Ella?
- SHE SCOFFS
I didn't get these bruises by being affable.
You know it's pretty screwed up that Ella
wants to press charges about our scrap
- when our friend just died.
- WOLFE: She doesn't.
These questions are in relation
to Olivia's death.
But it was an accident.
No, it wasn't.
I think it's best to continue this
at the station, with a lawyer.
PHONE RINGS
- I've not done anything wrong.
Hello?
Where are you?
ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS
- I'm sorry. Her mum wasn't answering and
- Flick?
Flick?
HE GROANS
Flick, do you hear me?
- What's she taken?
- Er, Prosecco and a few cigs.
Look, it's no big deal.
DOG BARKS IN BACKGROUND
GIRL:
Hello, daddy. D'you wanna blow?
The carbon dioxide in bubbly
will just make the hangover worse.
You're better off sticking to spirits,
or a bottle of red.
Are gonna give me
the "special cuddle" talk next?
Which type of lube's got
the least amount of toxic chemicals in?
That's probably a conversation
to have with Mum.
- Or a verified NHS website.
- Ugh, this isn't a big deal.
WOLFE:
You were passed out.
- I was having a party nap and a tactical puke.
- You're being reckless and disobedient.
And attention seeking.
FLICK:
Ah, guess I learnt that from you then.
- Anyway, all my mates drink.
- All your mates started drinking years back.
They've built tolerance.
And it's not just about the boozing.
What's boxing all about?
It's tantamount to self-harm,
and you're beautiful, I can't
stomach watching.
FLICK:
Oh, that's why you left?
Figures.
I thought chemo
was the worst part of leukaemia
but your parents treating you
like a china doll for the rest of your life
just about trumps it.
Ah, Dad!
If you're gonna start crying
every time I talk about cancer
we're gonna run out of meaningful topics.
I'm gonna get pissed.
I'm gonna smoke weed.
I'm gonna take E and dance all night.
I'm gonna do all of those things
cos they're the things
I was dreaming of doing
when I was stuck in hospital
having to read Jacqueline-fucking-Wilson.
THEY LAUGH
KNOCK ON DOOR
You said you'd ring
when you were on your way.
OK
We are gonna save
all the big words for tomorrow.
I'm officially your worst hangover.
Upstairs. Shower.
I'll bring water.
Fair do's to Flick, she had tried ringing
but you weren't picking up.
SHE SIGHS
Well, I'm sorry you had to be the one,
Wolfe, but thanks for being there.
I'll make her grateful.
I'm covered in bile and oestrogen.
May I?
MUSIC: "Moonlight Sonata"
by Ludwig van Beethoven
Mm-hmm.
HE CLEARS THROA
- HE RESUMES PLAYING
HE STOPS PLAYING
Oh.
Hiya, Wolfe.
I, er
Legacy of my Dad's as a tuner.
I promised Val, seeing as it's a present,
that I'd help her set it up.
- Not many tuners I know can play like that.
- Oh
I did eight months
at the Royal Northern College of Music.
They turfed you out with talent like that?
If only for the effort, mate,
you were robbed.
And can I please apologise
for telling you to fuck off?
They turfed me out
for starting a copyright clearance agency
on their time and property.
- It was never massive, but it's still running.
- Mmm!
Can I get you a drink?
Just a small one?
It's not one of Val's stash,
I brought it with me.
I have to work.
Thanks for bringing her home.
Did you put her in the recovery position?
No, I strung her up by the feet
watching a stomach pump playlist.
Actually, Jeff.
Now that it's up to scratch,
I wouldn't mind christening it.
You don't play.
Having time away from Val
has taught me three new things.
Russian, or what I thought was Russian,
Mandarin and keyboards.
Hats off to you.
HE PLAYS "TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR"
BOTTLE SMASHES
- Woah, woah, woah, woah.
- Agh!
- Fuck.
- JEFF: Agh!
- Sorry. Sorry, man.
Ah, well, it's alright, it's
It's not blood.
And I'm way past the driving limit anyway.
HE CHUCKLES
VALERIE:
Wolfe!
We will be taking her phone off her
for a week.
SHE SIGHS
Something big, but probably not that.
She'd drive me up the wall.
You need to see how old she got
behind our backs, Wolfe.
She has made a point
of making me feel really lonely
which makes her sound about 50
but I didn't have the guts
to crack that joke.
Oh, you're frozen.
- I'll I'll get back in the
- No, no, no, no.
Here.
Since we're both agreed
that neither of us wants her turning into me.
- Hmm.
- For God's sake.
We're staring the answer in the face.
You invite me back.
Wolfe, we are not no.
You need to listen. We're not doing this.
I need to get at my keys.
If I move back in
No.
You need to listen, we both do.
I move back in,
she has nowhere to go with the attitude
because I will totally upstage her.
What if she upstages you
and I'm stuck between two head-the-balls?
Think again, Wolfe. A lot.
Go home.
Have you ever seen anybody shrink so much
when they take their shoes off?
I mean, built up heels. Seriously?
Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪
HE SIGHS
DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES
KEYPAD BEEPS
WOLFE:
You haven't clocked off?
I'm just I'm just retesting
some spatter methodology.
Oh, while we love results,
they're less precious on fatigue.
SHE LAUGHS
- That was too close.
- You're telling me.
Come on.
We have to tell Wolfe.
Seriously, Steve? At my expense?
Yours?
HE SCOFFS
Look, I get that you and Dot and Maggy
have this co-dependent family vibe
cooking with Wolfe.
It's cute.
I came in on the back of you, Steve.
So what does that make us look like?
SHUTTER RATTLES
SHUTTER RATTLES
- JOSEPH: Security!
There's a fire!
SHUTTER BANGS
SHUTTER RATTLES
JOSEPH:
Professor Kinteh!
There's a fire!
WOLFE: Why haven't the alarms gone off?
I can't smell anything?
Why aren't you answering?
Um, my apologies, Mr Turner.
Have you seen what she looks like now?
- No.
- JOSEPH: Us neither.
We're not allowed.
Because you destroyed my evidence.
You went down there
and fucked around with that car
because you couldn't resist it, didn't you?
If you hadn't gone near
there might've been a shred
of identification.
No.
No, "It's not really her anymore,
Mr Turner, not really".
Joseph.
I'm guessing you wouldn't have turned up here
today without a weapon, yeah?
Oh, save your strength.
Let me Let me help you.
KNIFE CLATTERS
I, er
put the phone up to her mouth.
For a count of 120.
There was no respiration, Joseph.
HE CRIES
She suffered catastrophic injuries
on impact.
After eighteen months,
everything just started going well.
Better.
What was the turbulence before that?
She went down a hole.
She was being treated for depression?
I'm not ashamed of going private.
Nowhere else to turn.
And it wasn't us forcing her
onto tablets and shit.
She wanted help by then.
Eventually, eventually, it started working.
Her lights came back on.
Joseph, if Olivia was taking antidepressants
in the last three months
we'd have found out.
We'd have known it.
Her bloods were clean of prescription meds.
I'm so sorry, Joseph.
HE SOBS
HIS VOICE ECHOES:
Off the meds, off their heads, is it?
- You OK?
- No!
What What if they'd meant
to go off that bridge?
You know, Olivia stopped taking
her antidepressants
and we can't link Mackenzie to the car,
not by a shred.
But Ella, with her experience
working at her sister's garage
she'd have known exactly
how to mess with brake lines.
How long have you been thinking like this?
Olivia and Ella made a video.
Wait, look at the next one first.
ELLA ON VIDEO:
Cassie, it's still me.
Liv's dead, she's dead.
I'm really scared about being here.
Cassie, I don't
I don't want to be here.
Get Betsy to meet me at the hospital.
I hope you're enjoying the view
for the right reason.
I'd really love it
if you'd just shifted back a bit, Ella.
OK.
Here goes.
ELLA:
Stay past that.
I spent a lot of time on this roof.
HE LAUGHS
Never let my daughter
this close to the edge, though.
ELLA:
Who was the patient?
She was.
Flick.
For a long, long time.
With leukaemia.
What happened to her?
WOLFE:
She's 15 now, thank God.
HE GRUNTS
I had a psychotic episode.
Went doolally.
Spent six months in a lock-up ward,
few more three month stints.
You thought about suicide?
WOLFE LAUGHS
Oh, yeah.
HE LAUGHS
One time, they were all like,
"Get him off the fucking subject", I mean
"Get him onto climate change,
microbes, who cares!"
KNOCK ON WINDOW
- WOLFE SIGHS
No, no, no, fuck off.
No, you're not sectioning me.
Wait, wait, wait. We've no intention.
This is just banter
and anecdotes, folks.
Just give us a minute
to get to the punchlines, please?
WOLFE GROANS
HE GROANS
Oooh.
How, um
how long have you and Liv
been thinking about suicide?
A while.
WOLFE: Only decided to go through
with it yesterday?
Because?
Because of Mackenzie?
Liv wanted to tell Mackenzie
but she wouldn't get it.
She'd say I was the bad influence
even though it was Liv's idea.
She was the one
who told me to cut the brakes.
And what Liv wanted,
was that important to you?
The loneliness I felt before I met her
I never had to explain
a single thing to her.
But suicide wasn't one
of your words back then?
Trust me.
It doesn't belong to you now either.
I read your postcard.
You know, "Whether you think you can,
or you think you can't, you're right".
Do you know whose quote that is?
General Patton, Second World War.
Turned fear into determination.
Saved a lot of lives.
Actually, it was Henry Ford.
What? Really?
HE LAUGHS
I've repeated that
in about a dozen lectures.
HE LAUGHS
However, it's the same sentiment.
Olivia stopped taking her
medication suddenly
which can be a fast track
to suicidal thoughts.
Just because she took you there
doesn't mean it's where you belong.
Milk being adolescent
get access to treatment.
I can recommend the best.
Flick's pissed off with me.
So is Valerie.
That's just why I've been a bit, you know
Don't blame your own behaviour
on anyone but yourself.
Thanks, Betsy, I'm doing my best.
No.
You actually didn't listen
to that sentence, did you?
I'm looking for a pep talk here.
You want a distraction from going round
with your tail between your legs
and apologising for whatever idiotic thing
you've done or said now.
Look, I I just miss them so much.
HE SIGHS
I know.
But they're not going anywhere.
Unless you keep pushing them away.
Fuck cancer! And divorce!
And having a daughter who's
HE GROANS
smarter than you!
SHE LAUGHS
Fuck my crazy, overbearing, complicated
- understanding, forgiving, parents!
- HE LAUGHS
SHE LAUGHS
I'm I'm gonna delegate to Maggy
a bit more
so we can have more dad-daughter time.
Yeah, but don't call it that,
it sounds creepy.
THEY LAUGH
And I'm gonna be less
of a nuisance to Mum
even though she secretly likes it.
She doesn't.
I'm sorry me getting ill
meant you and Mum stopped working.
HE SIGHS
It's not your fault.
You can talk to me, OK? About anything.
Boys, booze, drugs
- body dysmorphia, Cardi B
- SHE LAUGHS
And I promise, I won't judge, I'll listen.
I never want you to feel
like you have to lie to me, Flick.
Ugh, this is gross. You're all sweaty.
I gotta bounce, Mum's picking me up.
Seeing JJ tonight?
FLICK:
He's playing five-a-side.
He's got that many friends?
FLICK:
Dad, for my sake, don't ruin this for Mum.
When she likes him and he's making her laugh,
she's not the opposite
which seriously helps me out.
- Do you understand?
- Mmm.
Thanks for the punchball.
That was so instinctive of you.
HE GRUNTS
- SHE LAUGHS
MALE SECURITY GUARD:
Can you stand there?
FEMALE SECURITY GUARD:
OK, tongue up for me. Next!
DOOR BUZZES
What's changed?
You look beautiful.
You too.
SHE LAUGHS
It's been a while since you lied,
Dominique.
- Sorry.
- THEY LAUGH
- I got a new job.
- WOMAN: Mm.
It's kept me pretty busy.
You know, in the lab in Manchester.
- Actually, this job
- I dunno why you'd go back.
- You know, after
- Yeah.
I was thinking about visiting the flat.
Don't do that.
SHE GROANS
- I need to go and pay my respects.
It won't bring him back.
I didn't mean to upset you, Mum.
DOMINIQUE'S MUM:
Oh
SHE SIGHS
Promise me you won't be relying on the past,
cos there's nothing to have.
- MAN: And again!
- INDISTINCT SHOUTING
WOMAN:
Move it!
MAN:
Hold it, Jeff!
- Go on, Jeff!
- WOMAN: Come on!
INDISTINCT SHOUTING
THEY CHEER AND APPLAUD
Hey? Come on, boys!
Let's put you somewhere nice and warm, huh?
Twinkle, twinkle.
MUSIC: "Twinkle Twinkle"
by Holy Molly
Twinkle, twinkle, little boy ♪
Don't you know I'm not a toy? ♪
Are you scared of what you are? ♪
Lonely in the bar ♪
Now I take your dog ♪
And I take your cat ♪
I'm trying to make you realise ♪
Your castle of snow ♪
Is falling apart ♪
You're laughing cos ♪