Happy Valley Page #10

Season #1 Episode #5

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CLARE:

(oov)

What y’doing?

RYAN:

(oov)

I’m trashing me bedroom!

CLARE:

(oov)

You’re not trashing your bedroom!

RYAN:

(oov)

I hate her!

CLARE:

(oov)

No you don’t.

CATHERINE suddenly loses it: she lobs something across the

kitchen. Something frightening, like the kettle.

CUT TO:

50 INT. BRETT’S FLAT, SITTING ROOM. DAY 13 15.45 50

LEWIS is flustered, angry, suffocated; he thought he was

going to die under there. BRETT’s helping him out from under

the settee. Still, whispering, despite the tension

LEWIS:

I thought they’d bloody moved in! I

thought they’d never leave!

(suddenly)

And why did you sit on me?

BRETT’s pleased: they’ve gone!

BRETT:

I fort it’d look convincing!

HAPPY VALLEY. EPISODE FIVE. BY SALLY WAINWRIGHT. 49.

LEWIS:

You knob! I couldn’t breathe!

You’ve dislocated me shoulder! And

I’m friggin freezin!

BRETT:

I gotta get Tommy out.

LEWIS:

Leave him!

BRETT:

Eh?

LEWIS:

Leave him a bit longer.

BRETT:

Don’t be stupid.

LEWIS:

No, Brett. Listen to me. Listen!

LEWIS talks really quietly, little above a mime; he does not

want TOMMY to hear this. He’s desperate.

Perhaps we glimpse TOMMY, wedged under the bath and sealed

in. He can hear them whispering.

LEWIS (CONT’D)

I did not kill that police woman, I

did not rape Ann Gallagher, I did

not beat up that other one! I am

not going down for those things,

let’s go and get the police now,

let’s tell ‘em [what’s really

happened]

BRETT:

You mean grass him up?

LEWIS:

It’s not about grassing him up!

It’s about you and me being in deep

sh*t because we’re hiding him! And

we don’t need to be! HE’s a nutter.

BRETT:

Not happening.

LEWIS:

You’re not even his friend, you’re

my friend!

BRETT:

Not happening.

HAPPY VALLEY. EPISODE FIVE. BY SALLY WAINWRIGHT. 50.

BRETT gives it a moment, then heads through to the bathroom.

We go with him.

LEWIS:

Why? Why?

CUT TO:

51 INT. BRETT’S FLAT, BATHROOM. DAY 13. CONTINUOUS. 15.46 51

BRETT pulls the jumble of clothes and accumulated trash away

from the bath panel, then starts unscrewing it.

BRETT:

(taps on the panel)

They’ve gone. Big fella.

We go back for a glimpse of LEWIS looking longingly at the

outer door:
he could just run out and shout for the police.

It could be so simple. But he can’t. He just can’t. Truly

stuck between a rock and a hard place.

CUT TO:

52 INT. CATHERINE’S HOUSE, RYAN’S BEDROOM. DAY 13. 16.46 52

An hour or so later. CLARE’s calmed RYAN down. The bedroom’s

still trashed. He’s lying on his bed, post-tearful, but still

a bit moist. CLARE strokes his hair.

CLARE:

She does love you. She loves you

more than you could ever begin to

imagine. But what you’ve got to try

and get your head round - and

you’re only eight, and it’s

difficult, and that’s fine, but

what you’ve got to understand - is

that Granny’s... she’s still

poorly, and she’s going to get

better, she’s going to be

absolutely fine. But. Sometimes.

You can be poorly in your head as

well as in your body, and

RYAN:

You mean like... mental?

CLARE:

(a smile)

No. Ryan. She’s not mental,

she’s...

(there’s only one way of

saying it)

She’s depressed.

(MORE)

HAPPY VALLEY. EPISODE FIVE. BY SALLY WAINWRIGHT. 51.

CLARE (CONT'D)

And that sometimes means someone

isn’t quite themself, and I think

we just have to be kind to her,

like she’s kind to you. Normally.

When you get angry and upset. And

that’s what’s going to help her get

better.

RYAN’s quiet. He seems to accept it. But then he moves on

RYAN:

Am I adopted?

So that’s a bit of a digression.

CLARE:

Well, not... No. I mean... she’s

your real Granny, and I’m your real

Auntie. What d’you mean?

RYAN:

Who was that man? Who said he was

my dad?

CLARE doesn’t answer quickly enough. So when she does come up

with a response, it doesn’t ring true. Especially to the

acute ear of an 8-year-old.

CLARE:

No-one. No-one. He’s not your dad,

your dad’s dead.

(she doesn’t like lying,

even when it’s for good

reasons. A moment. She

kisses him. He’s calm)

What about tidying up this room?

Hm?

He nods gingerly. But we suspect the question isn’t going to

go away.

CUT TO:

53 INT. CATHERINE’S HOUSE, SITTING ROOM. DAY 13. 16.47 53

CATHERINE’s crashed on the settee. She’s calmed down as well.

CLARE comes to look at her. CLARE’s calm, kind.

CLARE:

D’you want some tea?

CATHERINE:

I’ve broken the kettle.

CATHERINE’s not unaware of how pathetic and childish and

ridiculous that sounds.

HAPPY VALLEY. EPISODE FIVE. BY SALLY WAINWRIGHT. 52.

CLARE:

Well.

(she sits down next to

her, perhaps she strokes

CATHERINE’s hair fondly

too, like she’s just

stroked RYAN’s)

I can heat some water up in a pan.

Then you can go out and buy a new

one tomorrow, it’ll give you

something to do.

CATHERINE:

Is he all right?

CLARE:

Are you?

CATHERINE wishes she could say yes. But she can’t: she shakes

her head and stares at the skirting board.

CUT TO:

54 EXT. COURT, LEEDS. DAY 14. 09.30 54

A new day. JULIE MULLIGAN’s sitting in her Range Rover Evoque

outside the prison. ASHLEY emerges (suit, tie, smart over

coat, he’s carrying a clear plastic bag). He heads over to

JULIE’s car. He doesn’t look himself. He’s not cocky, he’s

more chastened than that, and he’s pale, although he’s

relieved to be out (even if it is only a short reprieve). He

heads over to the Evoque, and grabs at the passenger door

handle to pull the door open, but it’s locked. The window

goes down half way. JULIE’s in the driver’s seat.

ASHLEY:

Open it.

JULIE:

Is the incorrect response.

ASHLEY:

I’m not in the mood, Julie.

JULIE:

Join the club, pal.

ASHLEY:

All right, thank you for coming to

pick me up. I’m sorry I’ve... I’m

sorry. I am sorry. I’m sorry for

everything.

(he is sorry. Genuinely.

He’s mainly sorry he’s

been caught out, but he

is sorry.

(MORE)

HAPPY VALLEY. EPISODE FIVE. BY SALLY WAINWRIGHT. 53.

ASHLEY (CONT'D)

JULIE’s still going to

let him dangle there a

few moments longer)

How’re the boys?

JULIE presses the button to release the central locking.

ASHLEY gets in. JULIE doesn’t turn the engine over.

JULIE:

You smell like a lag.

ASHLEY:

Let’s go home.

JULIE:

Have you done a deal?

He doesn’t want to go into it now.

ASHLEY:

Can we just go home?

JULIE takes that as a yes. She knows there’ll be

implications, but perhaps she doesn’t want to face them just

yet. She shakes her head slowly, sadly. Trust her to have

married a useless twat.

JULIE:

Me dad got me a couple of

Alsations. I’ve got ‘em chained up

in t’yard. They’re as soft as sh*t,

pair on ‘em, but they bark loud

enough whenever t’police turn up.

Which makes me laugh.

ASHLEY:

Let’s go home.

JULIE:

I want to know. If you’ve sold us

down the river.

ASHLEY:

I’ll explain it all to you when we

get home.

ASHLEY’s manner worries JULIE. She turns the engine over. She

pulls out and heads off. Behind them - calmly, and at a

discreet distance - another car pulls out and follows them.

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