Breaking And Entering Page #7

- Understand?

Mirsad.

Why didn't you give it back?

I will, I will.

I will give it back.

I don't get it.

He knows, doesn't he?

Why doesn't he just tell the police?

I don't get it.

Will?

Yeah.

You should come and see this.

- What?

- Come... come see.

Just left here.

Keys are inside.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Will, is there something going on with you?

I don't know.

Something's going on with me.

Erika, you know, Erika...

...forgave me, and, uh, well...

It's early doors, but you know,

you know,

lattes have been drunk.

That's great.

Sandy, can we go somewhere?

Can we drive somewhere now?

- Will...

- Anywhere?

Don't tell me you're fooling around, okay?

I'm just entering fidelity; don't exit.

It's not about fooling around.

It's always about fooling around.

F***ing hell.

Will, I've, I've got to...

and so have you.

Oi!

Where do you think you're going?

Get on the back.

I'm late for school.

Yeah, two years late...

get on the back.

You're in a lot of trouble, son.

Put your helmet on; it makes you invisible.

And don't stab me while I'm driving.

You'll fall off.

Everybody's chasing around

looking for evidence...

fingerprints, DNA.

I just look at the buildings

and I know it's you.

I know.

Someone's doing very well,

and you're not.

I mean, what do you earn,

a few quid, pair of trainers?

You're the bit you spit out to your friends...

whoever they are...

and I know who they are.

They're not your friends.

How long are we staying?

Ah... she's lovely.

They should tip London on its

side and let a few million

people slide right off, you see?

There's no air.

There's no air in a cell.

None.

And that's where you're going, no question,

and that's a tragedy.

Which of us is lying the most?

About what?

That's not even the right question.

Which of us is lying to themselves the most?

What?

About this.

I'm not lying.

I have, um...

a photograph.

What photograph?

Of us.

It's, uh...

incriminating is-is the right the word.

I don't know if it's the right word,

unless I know what you're talking about.

It took me a...

a little while to make sense of the jacket.

You suddenly appearing at my door.

That you'd been following my son.

You must know that mothers

will do anything to protect their children.

Why-Why would you take a photograph?

Was that when your friend came back?

Why would you do that?

Why would you do this?

You steal someone's heart; that's a real crime.

And then what?

You call the police?

No.

I don't know... No!

Did you know how long...

Do you know how long since anybody touched me?

I should have told you, I know.

I should have said something.

It wasn't a plan.

It wasn't a plan...

it was you, that's the truth.

I have to get out.

Is that why you come to bed with me?

For what, a photograph?

How squalid.

The water is cold.

But what about...?

But it...

It doesn't make any sense.

What about today?

Or now?

Look, a lie, that's right. That's my...

That's me...

I lie, I lie.

Can't we drawn a line and

say no more lies between us?

No more lies.

No, I have to ask you to lie,

to continue to lie.

I have to beg you not to report my son.

That's what this is: a bribe.

If you like.

I'm, um... not stopping.

Old Bill's been at our place.

He says he's going to try and charge my dad.

You shouldn't be here.

What if they followed you?

Then what?

So? There's nothing for them

to find here, is there?

They've been down the car wash, as well,

making out with all this evidence.

They've got nothing.

Trust me, nothing.

Hey!

Zoran! The laptop!

They'll find my laptop!

Oi!

Up there!

Come on!

Get to the other end.

- Come on!

- Come on!

Don't do it!

Hey!

Little bastards are going

through Eastern Avenue,

Eastern Avenue, on their way!

The towpath!

Miro!

- Miro!

- I'll head him off.

Miro!

Miro!

Don't, don't move him.

Come on!

Don't move!

I'm sorry.

You going to be okay?

Uh-huh.

Show Mommy she can go to her work,

we can do ours.

Hmm?

Wei Ping, can you just...?

...exactly as it says on the model.

Number nine needs to go left.

All right, take it back, please.

Yeah, way left.

To the very end.

At least three feet to the left.

The model's not bad.

Number nine is.

Way back!

- Will?

- Yeah?

A couple colleagues of mine.

This is Erin and Lorna,

this is Mr. Francis.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Was a fair result all around on the burglary,

and the DNA matched, and we got

most of your stolen goods back.

Yes, Sandy said, um,

he's a young boy?

Yeah, he's 15.

He's been in and out of trouble.

You know, final warning.

He's going to prison.

If he gets convicted he will, yes.

He'll go to Youth Detention Center.

Is this your computer, Will?

It's got all your files on it.

Well, then it must be.

Great.

Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to keep it

just until the case comes to court.

Bea? Bea, no!

- Bea!

- Wei Ping, could you just...?

I'm okay, I'm fine.

Darling, stay with Wei Ping.

This is a hollow victory for us,

ain't it, girls?

It is, yeah.

I mean, he's just the little runt

who's done all the dirty work.

We can't make a case against the adults.

They're the real villains.

Yeah, it's hollow.

Well, you may find it hollow,

we find it whatever is the opposite of hollow.

Of course, we understand.

Because actually, it's been like a siege, okay?

We have felt under siege,

and worse than that,

innocent people have been

wrongly accused, our cleaners,

you know, it's very degrading.

It's because we know the boy,

you know?

I mean, there's nothing wrong with him.

Nothing wrong? He's a thief,

that's what's wrong with him.

Well, there's no question.

Will, all this is about some court...

- It's not a court.

- Conciliation court.

Whereby, if we go along to meet the boy...

What is it?

Explain, it's a Camden thing.

He gets let off, hooray.

It's not a court.

Me and Lorna, we work

on the Youth Offenders team,

and we encourage the offenders

to face their victims.

Right, so we go to the court,

arrange to meet him...

Not a court, sorry,

whatever court it is,

and he might not go to prison?

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

The law's an ass.

Look, he's a boy.

The last thing he needs is prison.

You know he's a Bosnian boy, and his mom, well,

well, they're refugees,

and his mom's,

his mom's in pieces.

Mr. Francis,

what do you think?

You've been very quiet.

I just, I want to draw a line

under the whole thing.

Bea!

Somebody call an ambulance!

I'm so sorry! I am so sorry!

All right, don't move.

It's gonna be all right.

I'm here, I'm here.

I'm so sorry.

Hi, sweetie.

My fibula's broken, two places.

Ouch.

And they have to put wires in to fix it.

Oh.

The doctor said, she said what?

She said that I'd be up

and climbing again in no time.

Hmm. We've got an X-ray if you want to see.

Definitely.

Sorry.

Oh, sweetie, don't be sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorriest.

- Daddy cried.

- I did not.

I laughed on the wrong side of my face.

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