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Drive! What?

Just drive!

You crazy twat!

You're taking the piss, you!

You stupid prick, you've dropped us

all in the sh*t now,

you stupid bastard!

What's happened?!

You stupid braindead bastard...

He was asking for it.

What's happened? Nothing.

You've dropped us all

in the sh*t now, you crazy twat...

He was asking for it.

He was asking for it!

I warned you about this prick, didn't I?!

What's happened?! Nothing has happened!

Nothing's happened?

Nothing's happened?

He's only gone and stabbed someone,

hasn't he? Crazy twat. Just shut it.

What?! Listen, shut it.

He's stabbed someone, the mad twat!

I'll stab you in a minute, yeah?

Colin, just leave it out, yeah?

You'll stab me?!

Hey! Hey, get off him!

Pull over! Pull over now!

Get out! Get out the car now!

You stay there.

Come on then!

What? What?

He was looking at me, right?!

Looking at me like I'm sh*t!

Where is it? What?!

The knife. Where is it?

It's here.

Put it down there. It's our Paul's.

Put it down there!

Did he kill him?

Did you kill him?!

I don't know.

'Yeah?' It's Tony.

You bastard!

You got off and left me

to it, you prick. McCabe as well.

'How is he?' I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing, do I?

He could be bleeding to

death for all I know, you prick.

Will he live? 'I very much doubt it,

but how would I know?'

Why did you bring that

mad bastard, eh?

The paramedics are here.

He's bad.

How bad? Dunno.

But he'll live, though, yeah?

Eh? Just drive.

Mrs Ward? Yeah.

Mother of Thomas Ward?

Yeah.

We've been told to bring you

down to the Royal, Mrs Ward.

Thomas has had a bit of an accident.

What sort of accident?

I don't know, love. We've just been

told to come and get you.

I'm dyeing my hair.

Sorry.

Just a sec.

My daughter.

She spent most of the day getting

ready, she's won't be best pleased.

'Hello?' You'll have to come back,

Julie, and look after the kids.

'Why?' Thomas is in hospital.

You lived there long?

Three years.

We used to live by the park

but then we split up,

me and their dad,

so we had to find somewhere cheaper.

Do you still see him?

Only when I have to.

Hello. I'm Margaret Ward.

My son Thomas is here.

Surname, please.

He's had an accident apparently.

Thomas Ward.

If you just hang on,

I'll make a call.

Jennifer? Hi, it's reception.

Mrs Ward is here.

What is it, please?

Mrs Ward?

I'm looking for my son.

Mrs Ward? Thomas Ward.

I'm Jennifer Fielding, Mrs Ward.

Could you come with me, please? Why?

Come with me, please,

Mrs Ward. Please. Where?

There's a room just through here.

Come in, please, Mrs Ward.

Please.

Thomas didn't make it, I'm afraid.

Make what?

He was stabbed

earlier this evening

and died just an hour or so ago.

I'm really sorry.

I think you've got the wrong boy.

I'm Thomas Ward's mother, and he had

a bit of an accident, that's all.

He was stabbed at

the pizza place on Holt Road,

Mrs Ward,

and died here a short time later.

Where you been?

Out. Where?

Just out.

Who with? No-one.

What, you went out on your own?

Yeah.

You're lying. I'm not!

Will you talk to this one?

I'm going to the toilet.

Hey. Hey!

Hello?

'This is Jennifer Fielding, Mr Ward.

I'm the social worker at the Royal

'and I have some news about

your son, Thomas.'

What is it?

'I have your wife...'

..ex-wife here. I'll pass you over.

Hi.

He's dead.

What you

listening to that shite for?

Fatal stabbing at the pizza place.

Who told you that?

On the telly.

Is he dead?

"Fatal", knobhead.

Of course he's dead.

He's in there.

They want someone to identify him.

What, you haven't done it? No.

Shall I?

Just tell me it's not him.

Shall I come in with you?

No.

It's half eight. Right.

Why are you still here?

Just waiting for someone.

Who?

Kieran Gillespie. What are you

waiting for that prick for?

I just need to speak to him.

About what?

About what? I'll see you later.

Kieran. Kieran.

He's dead.

Yeah, I know.

What are you going to do?

You'll have to go to the police.

What?!

You'll have to go to the police.

I'm not going to the police,

you prick.

It's only going to be worse if they

have to come and get you, innit?

Why are they going to come

and get me, eh?

What are you saying?

You going to grass me up?

Is that what you're saying, you're going

to grass on me? No, I'm not saying that.

How are they going to know it's me,

then? They won't.

But they'll know it's me.

How?

The car. It was our Patrick's car.

How are they going to know that?

Cameras. CCTV.

There weren't any. There were.

All right, yeah, so

they'll ask you a few questions.

But you say nothing, don't you? Eh?

You don't grass.

If you grass...then you're dead.

And more than that, lad, more than that, if

you grass, if you nonce on anyone, yeah,

then your mum's dead and your dad's

dead and your sister's dead

and your house is torched.

Yeah?

Right? Comprendo? Do you understand

what I'm saying to you, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah?! Yeah, yeah.

Good.

Johnjo.

What's going on?

What's going on, Johnjo?

Johnjo!

He's dead.

Major error, mate.

Don't use the phone.

You don't contact me,

Colin or Kieran by phone. Right?

'Right.'

I'll come and see you in work.

When?

'Soon.'

W-A-R-D. Ward.

Hang on a sec.

486...892.

All right? Yes, boss.

I won't be in today. 'Are you ill?'

No. I'm not ill, no.

'So...what's the problem?'

My son's been murdered.

'What?'

I said, my son's been murdered.

Are you still there?

'Yeah, OK... Er,

I'll let them know.'

Thanks.

I'd really appreciate that.

'Yeah, OK, sure.'

Thanks. 'I'm really sor...'

Thanks. Bye.

Er, Margaret Ward,

Detective Inspector Hastings.

I'm very sorry, Mrs Ward.

Thanks. We'll do all we can

to get these people.

People?

Yes.

More than one, then?

We think so.

You've got a daughter.

Nicola.

Yes.

We were at school together.

I stayed in your house

loads of times.

Margaret...Devaney.

Then, yeah.

Otherwise

known as Roger the Lodger.

Yeah!

How is she? Great. Married?

Yeah. Three kids.

Boy of 18 and two...

It's OK.

Two daughters. 13 and 14.

Lovely.

We'll get them, Margaret.

I'm sorry about this, Johnjo.

I'm really sorry, mate.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

You were going there to get him,

weren't you?

Yeah. Not the lad who died.

But, yeah, someone, yeah.

Nothing to do with pizzas at all.

No. And the others,

they knew, didn't they?

Yeah.

Everyone knew bar me, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm telling you the pizza I want but

it's got nothing to do with pizzas

because you're going there to sort

some little bastard out! Sh, sh, sh...

I'm made up, aren't I? I'm made up

when I get the call.

"Johnjo, come for a pizza with

the big lads. Come for a pizza..."

Shush, mate. "Why don't you drive us

for a pizza, Johnjo?"

But all you're interested in

is the car. The f***ing car!

There's people looking over...

That makes me feel like sh*t, mate,

and so it should, cos... Please, just shut it.

Just f***ing SHUT IT! Cos that's how you've treated me!

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