Captives Page #4

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I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

They melt them down, don't they?

That's what they're doing, the pair of them.

Her and that bloke Hockley him.

Called me a psychopath.

Fancy that.

- Bang out of order.

- All right, all right.

What are you f***ing looking at?

Are you in love with me? You slag.

Liberty, isn't it?

Extracting a molar.

She's helping you escape. Taking you out

bit by bit, then woosh. You're gone.

Oi! You!

I've seen Marathon Man.

I know what happens.

Call yourself a dentist.

F*** you and the horse you came in on.

...should be defrocked.

I want my teeth back!

Hockley!!!

You call me a psychopath again

and I'll f***ing kill you!

Leave him!

- Get back in your room! - But he...

- I said into your surgery!

Brandy.

- Up the big house?

- Yeah.

Park over here if you like.

Thanks.

That's one eighty, please.

Hear what happened?

Apparently another bloke topped his self.

What do they expect?

Doubling, trebling people up?

Can't even wank in peace.

Still...

another day up the judge's arse.

- All right?

- Out.

All right, Phil?

This is Gus, a mate of mine.

Gus, Phil.

You've been doubled up, mate.

Sorry, mate.

Oh, he's all right. Looks

like a hippo, but he's cool.

Cheers.

We'll help ourselves.

Playing house.

How did you meet this bloke, anyway?

I heard he hadn't had any visits.

Hadn't had one in years.

- He killed his wife.

- They don't bang them up for nothing, love.

Not for double parking.

She'd been cheating on him, so he said.

- He told you?

- No, it's what they said in court.

He doesn't know I known yet.

You must have known he'd done one.

Even if you didn't want to admit it.

Make your mind up time.

You got to hear his side of the story.

When I was little, my dad had

come home and I'd run out to him.

And he'd scooped me up and hugged me.

He'd held me like his life depended on it.

He's like that.

He holds me like his life depends on it.

He feels like it does right now...

Why can't you put me through?

Hold on, will you?

- D-Hall. Mister Clark.

- I need to speak to Philip Chaney.

- It's an emergency.

- Who's speaking?

I'm a relative.

I've already been put through by reception.

Hold on.

Chaney!

Lady for you.

She says she's a relative.

She says it's an emergency.

Do you want me to take a number?

- Sorry, Miss.

- But it's important!

Not to him, sweetheart.

- I can't see you right now.

- Philip.

Strange things are happening at the nick.

Really strange.

I do wanna see you,

but I've been doubled up.

It's the way it's happened.

It's too easy.

I went to the library.

Newspaper section.

Philip!

Philip!

You said you wouldn't go behind my back!

You said you'd ask me.

- I wanted to.

- You'd rather read the f***ing hewspapers!

I'm a person here! I'm

still a f***ing person!

You said you'd split up!

That's what you told me!

You'd split up!

You're not the only one with feelings!

How do you think I felt?

Philip!

Talk to me!

All right, Phil?

How's your old lady?

Must be spending a fortune on phonecards.

- What's your game, Towler?

- What?

My old lady's dead.

Not your Avon Lady.

The one that comes calling.

She's well alive and kicking.

Fit bit a kit. Loves her jogging.

What do you want, Towler?

Just a message. A little parcel

into the sick bay, day after tomorrow.

Things are getting

a little difficult out there.

People them are sickening, man.

Leave it out.

She's a square peg.

She ain't searched when she comes in.

Piece of piss.

She's a f***ing dentist.

That don't make her stupid.

I'll make an appointment.

Palm it off. Matter of seconds.

No.

All she has to do is waltz in, man.

With her handbag.

No.

She better do it.

Because if she don't,

I'm going to send her a nightmare.

I'll put a rapist in her house, you know.

There's been enough through here.

You know that.

Just one phone call.

Sorry.

Which is Microsoft Excel.

If you look to the left,

You have got the minus sign...

- Sorry, but how else I can talk to you?

- I was ringing you.

- I tried to get to the hospital.

- On the motorway. In some toilet.

There are things I need to know.

- Listen to me.

- Why did you give me the note?

- We've got five minutes.

- No, tell me.

- What did you want from me?

- Why do you think?

- The same reason you took it.

- I didn't kill anyone.

I can't take it any further, Philip.

I wanted to talk to someone.

Woman.

- You never spoke to anyone?

- You want a heart to heart in that place,

you have it with the wall.

I'd given my statement to the police.

You can love the wrong person.

- Terrible things happen.

- You killed her.

I know.

I can't believe that was me.

I'm not saying I'm mental or anything.

In the morning when she

got up, she got up the

bed, she looked back at me and she smiled.

I thought:
"She still loves me."

I could smell her scent in the room,

while I was waiting for her.

She was two hours late.

And I knew, I knew

there was someone new in her life.

Like I'd been once.

She broke my heart.

With no idea, no idea, what she was doing.

Like a child would...

I had my jacket on and

was going out the door.

And she opened it.

If the phone had rang,

if she'd stopped for milk on the way home...

Any one of a million tiny things...

I'd have been gone.

She smiled and I broke her head

against the door jamb.

She went chalk white,

you've no idea how fast.

I watched the life drain out of her.

I'd never hit her before.

You've got to get back.

There's something else.

- What?

- Towler's sussed us.

He wants you to bring a parcel in.

It's only drugs.

The place is flooded with them.

There's been a clamp-down.

You're just using me.

Rachel.

This has nothing to do with me.

This is a common thing.

I'll do the solitary, punishment.

He knows where you live.

- He knows more about you, than I do.

- I don't...

I can't handle this.

It's not me than I'm worried about.

- I don't want anything happening to you.

- Then get your hand away.

Don't lay that on me.

That's not what this is about.

I'd never hurt you.

Trust me.

I don't trust myself anymore.

The blast happened

near the Centre Point building

the headquarters of the

Confederation of Industry.

Eye-witnesses said they ducked for cover,

they were calling for London

Ambulance Servicemen...

Sh*t.

Get away from me!

Two o'clock today at the Abbey.

Don't let him down. Not unless you

want to see him in a wheelchair.

Nice kid.

Katie, isn't it?

Hey, Graham!

It's on the bar!

- Rachel.

- Hi.

Tools of the trade?

You're forgetting your torture kit.

Open.

- Another kit?

- No, I'll do that.

Mister Towler's next.

That's right.

Will you get me some new cards?

- No, I'm not seeing Towler today.

- What?

- Chaney.

- Hey, man...

- What's going on?

- It's a gun.

- F***ing gun?

- I'm not giving him a gun.

I'll go to the Governor.

They won't let me see you again.

I'm not losing you now.

Shouldn't be too much more.

I do a lot of bowling.

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