Riot Women (2025) s01e06 Episode Script
Episode 6
1
POTTERY CLATTERS
KNOCKING ON DOOR
You all right, boss?
WHISPERS: Kitty.
SLURRED: - I've left him.
I should never have gone
there. You were right.
Have you any idea
what time it is?
Also, I'm sorry about the
way I spoke to you earlier.
You scared the living
daylights out of me.
It's just the hurt.
Talking, you know, the
damage, The fucked-uppery.
Yes, and I've got to go
to work in the morning.
It's just when you said that
I might've misheard him,
that Graham, I found
that very difficult.
And I know you probably didn't
mean it and you apologised, but
it's I'm sorry.
And I don't want us not to
be friends, Beth, because
I love you.
-Look, before you say
-I was gonna get the bus to London
on Sunday and disappear,
I was so at the end of my rope.
But then Gavin sent this
text saying he's sorry.
And I didn't wanna go back
there, but I thought if I did,
I could get him to drop
the charges against me
and it'd be one less
thing to worry about.
But I have gone back there
and it's just the same.
If he's not banging my
head against the wall,
I'm getting so drunk,
I can't even stand up,
just to cope with being
anywhere near him,
let alone having to fuck him.
And when I was here with
you, I wasn't like that.
I had a glimpse of what it's like
to be normal, or relatively normal,
so I've left him,
and I'll go to court
and I'll face the consequences.
Then I want us to do what we do.
I want us to write
stuff together,
and be happy and have a
laugh and try and make it
How did you get here?
Helicopter.
I walked! Are you listening?!
-From Sowerby Bridge?
-Yeah.
Last bus had gone.
I rang for a taxi,
but I must have been
blacklisted again.
My phone's nearly run
out of shit now, so
Look, before you say anything
else, you need to know that
after you left, we decided
we're not gonna do it any more.
Not do what any more?
We're not gonna do the band.
We're not gonna pay for
the studio on Thursday,
we're not gonna do the gig.
It's a lot of money to risk
throwing down the drain.
Why are we throwing
it down the drain?
-Well, if you don't turn up
-But I am gonna turn up.
Well, it's been decided.
Yvonne was gonna phone
Jenny and tell her.
She probably already has
It's decided?
By who? Yvonne?
No. We all decided.
-It was a unanimous decision.
-Well, ring 'em up.
You ring Nelly Bollocks up and
you tell her we are doing it.
And you cannot do a unanimous
decision without me.
No, Kitty. It's over.
I mean, we did the
talent contest and we
I wasn't in it just
for the talent contest.
Neither was I, but
Listen, I will turn up. But
it's it's gonna be different.
It I've done a
lot of thinking.
-I-I have. -I think the problem
-I've been really thinking.
is that a lot
of damage was done.
When you didn't return
our calls or texts
we all thought that you
you didn't want to
bother with us any more.
I know I did.
Oh, look, come on, Beth. You've
got We've got to do this.
-You've got to ring them up.
-No.
OK, I'll ring them up.
Not now. It's nearly one
o'clock in the morning!
So what?!
I'll use your phone, though,
cos mine's nearly run out of
You are drunk!
And if you call them now,
you're gonna make them
even more cross than
they are already!
Are they cross?
I'm sorry, but I think
the moment's gone.
What seemed like an exciting
possibility on Saturday night
is dust.
It's gone.
Gone with the wind.
That's not fair.
Yeah, well, life's not fair.
I need to get to bed
or I won't be able to stay
awake in the traffic jam
on the M62 tomorrow morning.
Are you kicking me out?
I thought you were never
coming back here ever again.
Yeah, but
You were the one who left.
I never kicked you out.
Nor would I.
Nor would I give it such
inelegant definition,
even if I had kicked you out!
I was the one saying that you
should stay here and rest,
so don't you - ever - accuse
me of kicking you out!
You kicked yourself out!
You're just like Tom.
You delight in putting me
in impossible positions.
-No, I don't.
-Not answering my texts then going AWOL.
Do you ever think what
that's like for me?
I can be better than this.
SHE SNIFFLES
Look
apart from
when I was little,
beforemy mum disappeared
those six weeks I
spent here with you
were the best six
weeks of my life.
And it was the only time I
have ever been made to feel
like a half-decent human being.
I'm sorry.
Beth
No, I'm sorry, Kitty.
Sometimes you need to decide
whether the highs
are worth the lows.
And sometimes they aren't.
I need to get back
on an even keel.
I can't keep doing this.
I'm sorry.
OK.
SHE SNIFFLES
Right.
WEAKLY: - All right.
I'm shit.
I know I am.
Can I sleep in t'shed?
In t'manger with t'donkey?
WHISPERS: For
fuck's sake, Kitty.
Come inside.
Are you sure?
What about Tom?
If he finds out I've
been here again
Well, I'll have to cross that
bridge when I come to it.
Go on.
You know where everything is.
Your bedroom's just as you left
it, and I need to be in bed, so
help yourself.
What the fuck is this?
Oh, er
No, it I was just
It wasn't any
SCREAMS: - DON'T YOU EVER!
Don't you ever.
BETH EXHALES SHAKILY
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot women gonna set
this world on fire. ♪
Did they not give
you a wheelchair?
She won't have one.
I need to keep moving. I'm not
lolling about watching game shows
for the next three months.
They have actually
discharged you, haven't they?
-You've not just escaped?
-Can you get that door open?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Here, let me help you. -No.
Have they caught
the little bastards?
Have you heard owt?
-Is me mam all right?
-Yeah, yeah.
She won't shut up about
how she never wanted you
-to join t'police in t'first place.
-Yeah, well, she was right.
For t'wrong reasons, but
she was right.
Anyway, first things first.
You missed a right load
of excitement last night.
-Why?
-Did Holly not text you?
-No.
-Come on, Nish, let's get you inside.
Oh, my God, I thought she'd
have said something to you.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Have you spoken to Yvonne?
No, just Jess.
You might find Yvonne less
forgiving than the rest of us.
Why?
Oh, just that she prides herself
on never going back on a decision
once it's been made.
And it was a big decision.
SHE EXHALES DEEPLY
I didn't
I didn't come just to apologise.
There was, er
You know what I told you, on
Saturday, about when I were 12?
-Yeah.
-Can I talk to you about it?
'Course you can, Kitty.
Saturday was so stupid.
Everything happened on Saturday.
So, this is when we were at
t'school, before we went on.
This friend,
acquaintance, dickhead
turned up and told me that me dad
has been extradited from Morocco.
-Did you know that?
-No.
Yeah. Three months ago.
He's in Wakefield
high-security prison.
So those three men
I told you about,
I never knew their real names,
but they ran with me dad's crew
and they hung around at
our house. They all did.
So what I'm thinking is,
me dad might remember them.
I mean, he might not. He
might be losing his marbles.
Maybe that's why
they copped him.
He might not even see me,
but I'm thinking if I put in a
request for a visiting order
Did he know?
What these men
were doing to you?
No. God, no.
And I know, I know, even
if I got their names,
I might never find them, but
the thing I'm thinking is,
if I could find them, surely
I could prove it, couldn't I?
If I could get Tom's
DNA and theirs,
then Tom is living proof that
one of them got me pregnant
31 years ago.
Well, if they've
ever been arrested,
the police will have
their DNA on file anyway.
So, if it got to court,
this is the thing.
They couldn't make out
that I was, like
some wild child that was
asking for it, can they?
Cos I'm worried that's what people
think when they look at me,
when they know my name.
I just I
I think that's what Tom thinks.
They can't try and just
cobble some defence together
based on that, can they?
There is no defence for
the rape of a 12-year-old.
You've just got to be
prepared for how you'd feel
if it all went down the
tubes on a technicality.
Or if you got a
jury full of idiots.
Which happens more often than
you'd like to think. But, yeah
these men really ought to
pay for what they did to you.
Did Gavin do that
to you last night?
Yeah.
Have they charged him yet?
No.
Right, I'm gonna get dressed, then
I'll drive you up to Halifax nick.
That's a new assault
with visible injuries.
They need to go and arrest him.
They won't arrest him.
They didn't last time.
Last time, you couldn't
prove it. This is evidence.
We all saw you without
injuries at the rehearsal.
Are all your clothes in bin
bags, still in his flat?
Yeah.
Right, well, you need those,
as well, then, don't you?
Anywhere else?
-Anywhere else?
-Yeah, this one here.
UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC
ROCK MUSIC BEGINS
PHONE BUZZES
It is, it says!
PHONE: - Your destination
is on your right.
It looks deserted!
You're not going in there? No
-Look.
-It is!
-Oh
-Mm.
INTERNAL RINGTONE
Hi, this is Fearne. I can't get to
the phone. Please leave a message.
-Yvonne!
-Hiya.
Oh, you're here!
Yeah. Well,
I decided if anyone's going to cock
it up in the guitar department,
-it should be me.
-We're just through here. Let me show you.
Jess has nearly finished. And
he's great - John, the sound guy!
He's so nice and he's making
some really good suggestions.
I think we're all a little
bit in love with him.
DRUM RECORDING PLAYS
Yay! John! Aren't you clever?
-Being able to make me sound like I know what I'm doing!
-Ah, you see,
-we got there in the end!
-You're a rock star, baby.
SHE CHUCKLES
Who's up next?
Holly. Hopefully.
-Oh, Yvonne! You came!
-Here we are, John. Holly and Yvonne.
So you don't need to do the
guitar section after all.
He was going to fill in for you.
Hello! How do you do?
Hi.
-Kitty.
-Yvonne.
I've heard, er, such great things
about you. Just now from Beth.
Oh. Lovely.
Yeah, so, er, so I'm the the
bass player, but I'm not very good.
Er, in fact, I'm
really quite bad at it.
To the point of it's
probably really embarrassing
for you to have to listen to me.
Oh, shut up, you're
fine. She's great.
-You're up next, babe.
-Why?
I'm not easily embarrassed.
Well, that's handy. For you.
She's only been playing for seven
weeks. She's actually really good.
-Considering.
-Yeah, well, Beth's played keyboards all her life
and, er, Jess has been learning the
drums for longer than she let on,
and me sister learned to play guitar
at school and, er, Kitty, well
So, yeah, I'm the
the really crap one.
Maybe someone else
should go next.
Erm, maybe my sister.
Maybe I should go last. Maybe I
should, you know, come back later?
-Why are you talking so much?
-Er, it would be better
if we can get the
bass track down next.
-I mean, I don't want to make you feel uneasy.
-OK. - You know, that'd be
-counterproductive, but, yeah, it would be better if we can
-OK.
So, yeah, yeah, tell you what,
let's, er let's just do it.
Let's get it done.
Oh, I'm shaking, look.
SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
How weird is that?
You know, erm, I do think
I've met you before.
-Really?
-Yeah, you do just look familiar.
Sorry, have you
ever been arrested?
HE CHUCKLES
-What for?
-I don't know, anything. But she's a police officer.
-Maybe that's why you've met before.
-Was. - A police officer? - Was.
Really? That's funny, I would have
had you down as a don't know.
An archivist, maybe.
KITTY LAUGHS
Gosh. OK. So, er do do
do we do this in here, or?
No, you need to go
into the studio.
Yeah. I'll show you.
She fancies him.
I've seen it before.
She starts talking
high-velocity garbage.
I am going to get some coffees.
Does anybody want something?
Yes, please. Yeah, go on,
then. Black, two sugars.
-Jess, usual? -Yeah.
-I'll come with you.
-You need your arse kicking.
-Yeah?
Well, you need a
therapeutic f Oh!
INTERCOM: - So, you're a police
officer? Well, that is
-That is very interesting.
-Shit, what have I done?
You said you were a senior lecturer
at Huddersfield University Jojo!
Yeah, that's because I am.
In the music department.
OK, well, saying
you're a police officer
-sometimes puts people off, so, that's all.
-Er, OK,
-but you didn't have to pretend you didn't know me.
-Well, you know
-why I did that.
-Er, no. No, I don't.
Because
WHISPERING: ..they all know!
They all know I had a date
with this bloke who wanted
me to lick his arse!
-Oh, my God! Is he?!
-Oh, no, no, no!
It's Jack the Rimmer.
He's Jack the Rimmer!
THEY LAUGH
He is the one who wanted
our Holly to lick his arse!
-They smelled a rat.
-Do what?!
They'd have got it out of
me. They're formidable.
All of them.
THEY LAUGH
-What?!
-OK, let's just, er Let's just get this done
as painlessly as possible, OK?
-Here. -I'll do it!
-Yeah, all right, all right. OK.
INDISTINCT CHA
Oh!
John, erm, I'm just going
to go and get some coffees.
-Would you like a coffee?
-Er, yeah. Lovely, thanks, Beth.
-Flat white, please. -Sugar?
-Er, no. No, no, no. Thanks.
No, he's sweet enough already.
Holly, can you hear me? OK, so,
I'm just going to play
you Jess's drum track,
and then you're just come
in where you come in, OK?
Oh, my God! He seems so!
THEY LAUGH
Jack the Rimmer!
Ooh
PHONE RINGS
-Tom?
-Mum? I've left Fearne.
-You've what?!
-Has she spoken to you?
Well, I had had a missed call
from her but What's happened?
We had a really gross argument
and she was saying really
stupid things. And, basically,
-she's now told me to get out, so
-Why are you the one leaving?
Because Tricia's there!
Tricia's moved in!
-Tricia has? - Yes! And now I've got to find
-Why aren't you at work?
I'm going to work! I don't
feel like going to work, Mum!
I feel like driving straight
into a fucking wall!
Look, come on,
what was it about?
Kitty! Obviously! What else?
What about Kitty?
So I was trying to
explain to her, to Fearne,
that Graham is just of a generation
where speaking in a certain way
used to be, you know, people
just did it, didn't they?
-Men. Yeah. Men did.
-Men! Yes!
And that it's hard for people
- men - of that generation
not to let the occasional stupid
thing slip out now and again!
And I was just repeating something
Graham had said when he was
flailing around, desperately
trying to justify himself
-Well, what did he say?
-That some women
That some women would take
what he said as a compliment -
the first bit, obviously,
not the second bit.
-Yeah, they wouldn't.
-Yes, I know that!
Oh, my God! Are you even
listening?! You're like HER!
I was repeating
what Graham said!
I was not expressing
my own opinion!
Yeah, calm down.
Yeah? YOU calm down! I've just
had to come to terms with the fact
that my father was some
fucking paedophile rapist
and/or my mother was
a 12-year-old whore!
Because you never told me! So you
fucking calm down! All right?!
-You fucking calm down!
-Tom, I
I'm going to have to come and stay
at yours, cos I'm not staying here!
Yeah Well, you can
Yeah, 'course you can.
Erm, but
Oh, God.
You should know, though, erm,
Kitty's also staying with me again.
-What?
-And I am not going to kick her out again.
I can't. I'm sorry.
Tom?
OK.
Is that OK?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll ring my friend.
I'll see if I can stay at his.
They've just had a baby and
there's hardly any room,
-but you don't need to worry about that, do you?
-Oh! You don't have to
-do that! I didn't mean
-Bye.
Tom?!
What's up?
It's Tom and Fearne.
They've had a big bust-up.
He's moved out.
Shit.
Whoo! Kam and Miranda
have entered the building!
-After they finally found it.
-No Nisha?
I tried.
I'm so depressed,
I can't get dressed
Having trouble hiding
my lack of interest
Blood stains pouring like rain
Borderline anaemic
from bleeding all day
Time's waning, it
feels like I'm fading
Doctor told me
to stop complaining
If it happened to blokes
God only knows
We'd be getting HRT from Tesco
Am I invisible?
Am I untouchable?
Am I unlovable?
Are you uncomfortable?
And I'm seeing red, red, red
Red, red, red ♪
CHUCKLING
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
-Red, red, red, red, red, red ♪
-Ow!
Red!
I'm seeing red, red,
red, red, red, red ♪
What?
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
Red ♪
CHUCKLING
How did you know?!
We heard you. Over the thing,
when you went into the studio.
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me HRT!
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me
And I'm seeing red,
red, red, red, red, red!
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
Red, red, red, red, red ♪
-Erm, sorry, which way are you going, Holly?
-She's with me.
I'll go get the car
and swing back by here,
if you want to keep
an eye on the gear.
-He is gorgeous.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah, I mean, I'd lick his arse.
-No, you wouldn't!
-Well, I wouldn't kick him out of bed.
-Good to know.
You can tell him yourself, look.
He's beautiful. Anyway,
have a nice evening.
-See you later.
-Bye. Well done.
-Bye, see you!
-Yeah, I'm not here. I'm just waiting for Yvonne.
So
you're a police officer?
Yeah, I can see what you're
thinking. Do you know that you can
dislocate someone's shoulder
with a pair of handcuffs
-if you know how to use them properly?
-Mmm.
Do you think we got
off on the wrong foot?
Er no.
I thought we got off on
the right foot, actually.
I thought we were
OK. And then
WHISTLES
Wow.
Yeah, thanks for that.
Yeah, well, maybe it's
a generational thing.
What? Arse-licking?
What I still don't get is what you
thought I would get out of that.
Other than, dare I say it,
a nasty taste in my mouth.
HE CHUCKLES
It's the pleasure of giving
someone else pleasure.
And some women do like
it for that reason.
Well, I've done some research and
I couldn't find anyone that did.
-Yeah, well, like I say, maybe it's a
-Generational thing, yeah, yeah.
Just us old biddies
that don't want
Doesn't that tell you
something, though?
That women of a certain age have
outgrown the need to pretend
to like doing something that, in
fact, they don't like doing at all.
So, OK So, erm
HE CLEARS THROA
What do you like doing?
It's a lot like sacrifice
It's a lot like
giving yourself away
When you wake up
and open your eyes
It's a lot like same
shit, different day ♪
Oh, my God, isn't that his car?
-Right, I'm not coming in.
-Yes, you bloody are.
My friend said it'd be
difficult. Cos of the baby, so
-Is it all right if I have a bath?
-'Course.
Do you want something
to eat, Kitty?
I'll give you a shout
when it's ready.
I'm going to open a bottle
of wine. Would you like some?
So, when did Tricia move in?
Last Sunday.
You know, I know
this is hard for you.
Of course it is, but it doesn't help
anyone, least of all you, if you
if you keep taking
it out on Kitty.
We've raked up a lot
of trauma for her.
And I know you think
she's tough, but
Well, she's not really
handling it very well just now.
Any more than you are.
And you really
can't call her a
12-year-old whore.
That's It's
just wrong-headed.
And pulling her to bits can't
be the way forward, Tom.
For your own sanity
as much as hers.
I woke up alarmed
I didn't know
where I was at first
Just that I woke
up in your arms
And almost
immediately I felt sorry
Cos I didn't think
this would happen again
No matter what
I could do or say
Just that I didn't think
this would happen again ♪
PHONE BUZZES
And what ever
happened to a boyfriend?
The kind of guy who
tries to win you over
And what ever
happened to a boyfriend?
The kind of guy who
makes love cos he's in it
And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that
stupid old shit
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
You got up out of bed ♪
"Why does no-one tell
you that giving birth
"is like shitting a pineapple?
They call it the gift of life
"but my only gift is some stranger
ripping me open, hole to hole.
"Don't give me all that
endorphins bullshit.
"I'm not having any fun,
you're not having any fun,
"no-one is having any fun. I'm
trying my best not to shit myself
"while you point a
camera up my fanny.
"It's not cute, it's not beautiful,
I'm not glowing. Do I look happy?
"It's like Armageddon, it's
like that scene from Alien,"
"it feels like I'm
having an exorcism."
"It's a miracle
I'm still alive."
Someone's gotta do it,
someone's gotta do it
Someone's gotta do it
Guess it's gonna be me
Someone's gotta do it,
someone's gotta do it
It's coming
agaaaaaaaaaain ♪
Then there's the next bit.
Shitting pineapples! ♪
And that's the bit I'm feeling
like we've gone down a rabbit hole
with it. Like, if that is the giving
birth bit, the point where you're
actually shitting a pineapple,
it needs to be wilder, like
Like, maybe I should
scream or I
-Can you scream?
-Can I scream? Like a banshee, baby.
You know, it needs to be like
a primal-giving-birth-type,
-it shouldn't be It should be beyond words.
-OK!
Maybe we could work up a big
screamy guitar solo for Yvonne
-on that big screamy pedal she's got.
-Does Yvonne have any children?
-I don't know. Why?
-I mean, obviously she's birthed a lot of babies but
Oh, yeah. No, I don't actually
know if she's dropped any herself.
What did?
What? No, go on.
Do you remember what
Tom looked like?
Just after he was born.
Erm
Like a baby, I suppose.
With his tiny
little fingernails.
His tiny little ears.
All so perfect.
I couldn't stop looking at him.
I didn't think I wanted
him till he turned up.
And then, when he'd gone
it was like
part of me had gone missing.
Like part of me
had gone with him.
Like physically.
Part of me.
Well, I suppose it had.
I used to get upset
because he cried a lot
in those first few months.
It was colic, obviously,
and we dealt with that.
But I got the idea in my head
that he was crying for his mum.
For his real mum.
For you.
And I couldn't make it stop.
Night after night. For months.
And it broke my
heart. I read to him.
I sang to him.
I took him out in his buggy
in the middle of the night.
But it didn't stop.
And then one day, it just did.
I wish I'd known
that you got him.
I used to wonder what sort
of life he was having
and if he was all right.
And what if he wasn't?
Thank God it was you.
Oh, my God! I'm going
to be late for work!
Tom! Hello.
Er, good morning. Erm,
I'm off to work, I'm late.
Are you not going to work?
-I've rung in sick.
-Really? OK.
-Are you sick?
-No. I just
OK.
I really have got to go.
Erm, will you be all right?
I'll try not be late
back. All right?
Just go for a walk,
get some fresh air.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye, Kitty!
FOOTSTEPS ASCEND STAIRS
I want you to tell
me what happened.
When I was born.
Yeah? Well, how about you
start being nice to me, then?
If you don't tell me the truth,
I'm thinking all the worst things!
Do you understand that?!
That I need to know
where I come from!
Well, I wish I could sugar-coat
it for you. But I can't!
That's why I didn't ever
want to get into it.
Of course you want to know.
OK. Well, I had a pretty weird
childhood. I had four brothers,
all older than me. I was an
accident, an afterthought,
a nuisance.
So I grew up in
this world of men.
Men who made a living out of
violence and drugs and porn.
Well, you've heard the podcast.
A more delightful bunch of cunts
you could never wish to meet.
Can you just fucking sit down?!
My mum disappeared
when I were nine.
She fell out wi' me dad. Me dad
was not someone to fall out with.
I was told she'd met someone else
and cleared off, but I don't know.
I don't think she would have
left me, but I don't know.
So I grew up in this house
full of blokes. Big house.
The sort of house you
could get lost in.
And there was always people
there. Men. Me dad's crew.
I'd be trying to get me
breakfast before school
and they'd have had all t'milk.
Anyway, this one time, there
were these three fellas.
They weren't me
dad's regular crew,
he must have got 'em in for some
particular job, I don't know.
And I had this friend at school.
She used to come home
with me sometimes.
Any road, these
three fellas
took a shine to us.
And they fed us with
cigarettes and
Toblerone andalcohol.
Obviously, we didn't
know any better,
we just thought it were funny.
And then one time me friend
said she wasn't coming any more.
And I didn't know why.
It was only afterwards
But I assume these
this one bloke had done something
to her or said something to her.
Anyway, after she
stopped coming
he started on me.
And I had nowhere to hide.
I know what you think of me.
The same as everybody else.
That is me. Aged 12.
Smiling. Pretending that
it wasn't happening.
It went on for months.
I didn't know his real name.
I don't know how old he was.
He was a lot older than me.
He was probably only 27, 28,
but that is old enough
when you're 12, isn't it?
And I didn't tell
anyone because
..there was no-one to tell.
And even if there had been,
I don't know that
I would have cos
it's the kind of thing that
..once they've done it
..once you've escaped
..you don't want to
think about it again
..till you have to
..till the next time.
But, you know,
shit happens.
Will you tell me mum
that I've that I've
-gone back to Sheffield?
-Can do.
Do I look like him?
I don't know.
Do I remind you of him?
No.
Listen.
I understand anger, and I
understand why you're angry with me.
Because who else can
you be angry with?
I do get it.
I don't like it, but I get it.
All my life I've lurched from
one stupid thing to the next.
Alcohol, drugs,
idiotic relationships.
And it's only now I've realised
it's because I have been angry.
So angry because of
what happened to me.
Like when I trashed that car
that I'm probably going
to go to prison for.
That was me.
Age 12.
Trying to smash the
fucking world to bits.
I am on your side.
I wish to God you were on mine.
PHONE BUZZES
Fucking hell!
-His Majesty's chocolate.
-Thanks.
He couldn't remember them. But
he hasn't lost his marbles.
I described them and there
was a flicker, a vague memory,
but no names.
And he starts going on
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I kept asking you who it was!
I'd have ripped their cocks off!"
Well, it's bollocks.
I mean, I might have misremembered
their nicknames. I don't know.
Well, if you can
get Tom's DNA
Sure, but I want
all three of them.
Not just
the one that, you know,
actually hit the jackpot.
And, by the way, FYI,
I haven't told Tom and Beth that
there were three of them.
I told them there
was just one bloke.
-And I want it to stay that way. All right?
-Understood.
And, anyway,
I might not want to go
via the police, might I?
I might want to
deal with it myself.
Yeah, OK. Well, the less I
know about that, the better.
CAR DOOR CLOSES
Sorry you weren't at the,
er, recording studio.
It went pretty well.
I'd have just been in the way.
I'd have brought you
some flowers, but, er,
I've brought you something else.
I'm not going to do anything with
it meself. Well, I would, but
I've had my fingers burnt
interfering in other
people's stuff, so
That's the name of the,
er, grubby little site
where Rudenko and his ilk share
their latest unhealthy obsessions.
He has posted the
images he took of you.
Obviously, he's tried
to do it anonymously,
but he's not that bright. I've
screen-shotted everything,
so even if he tries to delete
it, you can still prove it.
It's all printed out
there, that's all you need.
You take that to CID,
you make the allegation,
they're obliged to do the rest.
What he's done is an offence under
the Malicious Communications Act.
It also blatantly breaches
the Police Codes of Conduct.
So, there you go.
That's him out on his arse
and up on a criminal charge.
Should you choose to pursue it.
Better than flowers.
It's an apology.
Thank you.
How are you feeling?
Like shit.
-Everyone's missing you.
-Oh!
-You don't need me any more, you've got Miranda.
-Oh, for fuc
Three backing
singers? It's perfect.
-I can't sing.
-I can't play.
Come on, this Jelly Bollocks,
whatever her name is this week,
she's got a promoter coming
to see the gig. It'll be
hilarious, we'll be ridiculous.
You don't want to miss that.
Is this gig not after
Kitty's court date?
-Yep.
-So, what if she goes down?
Her court date's on a Friday.
We both know they don't give out
custodial sentences on a Friday
cos they've run out
of space in prison.
Yeah, we both know that they do.
Mmm.
So the plan is
if she gets sent down - which
at the most she'll get, what,
six months?
-we just put everything on hold until she comes out.
We don't do the gig.
Jenny Bollocks can always
get another band to fill in.
We just wait for her. Then,
if we keep practising,
when she does come out, we might
be nearly as good as she is.
-Does Jenny Bollocks know this?
-Fuck, no!
We decided not to tell her.
Why not, though?!
Because nobody's going to school
in their costume today, Manuela.
It's just a fitting. The
costumes are for tomorrow.
I hate you, Jessie!
-Ooh! -Hey!
-Ow!
You shut up, being rude to
Jessie, OK? You love Jessie.
Keep still! For God's sake!
Granny, isn't it today that
Kitty is going to be up in court?
Er, yes. Yes, it is. How
do they know about that?
Kitty is going to
be up in court?
No point keeping things
from the kids, Jessie.
They need to learn about life.
Will the King and
Queen be up in court?
Erm, well, it's not that
sort of a court, sweetheart.
-It's
-I want to be up in court.
No, you don't, Manuela, mate.
They'll send you to prison.
The King is going to send
Kitty to prison? Why?
Erm, well, she had a little
accident with a sledgehammer.
Anyway, it's not It
won't be the King himself,
you're not missing
anything, it'll be somebody
-who represents the King, that's not
-What kind of accident?
Hello, boys and girls!
-Jerry!
-Jerry!
CHUCKLING
-What's he doing here?!
-Oh, yeah. Jerry's back.
Oh, Jesus, Mother! We
thought you'd seen the light.
-Don't start.
-He's not good enough for you.
Are we really having
this conversation again?
-Yes! Yes, we are!
-Chloe, you leave Jessie alone!
Hang on, you're on MY side!
I'll text you.
I mean, hopefully they'll
let me send a text
before they take
all me stuff off me.
SHE EXHALES
And then, when I get to
wherever they're taking me
I'll phone you as soon as
I can so you know where I am.
I will get through it, Beth.
Worst-case scenario, it'll
only be a few months.
Have you heard owt from Tom?
I texted Fearne yesterday.
He's gone back to work,
apparently. So, that's something.
-Are you sure you don't want someone with you today, Kitty?
-I'll be fine.
I think, this time tomorrow,
we're all going to
be in Hebden Bridge
and the sun is
going to be shining,
and we're all going to
have a fabulous day.
Yeah.
Oh, and if I do have to go to
Acapulco for a
few weeks, you, er
What?
You have to promise me
you won't do
anythingsilly.
I won't.
What are you doing here?
Er, I I didn't think that
you should be on your own.
I know that you didn't want
an audience but I just, um
I don't think that you
should be on your own.
-Is that him?
-Don't look.
Kitty?
This is my solicitor.
This is, erm
-I'm Kitty's son. Tom.
-How do you do?
Kitty, this is Mrs Nebhrajani,
she's representing you today.
Hello, Kitty. Can we have a little
conversation before we go in?
So, I've had a chat
with the Prosecution
and I've explained to him that
Mr Peachey is himself up in court
in three weeks' time
for assaulting you.
And that since you damaged his
vehicle, he's left his wife,
reconciled with you, and
has since assaulted you.
So the Prosecution
has agreed that
that means he's no longer a
credible witness in this case.
Not least because he claimed
not to know who you were
when you damaged his vehicle.
So the circumstances have been
outlined to the Magistrates,
-and it looks like the case is going to be dismissed.
-But
-So What?
-I just wanted to give you the heads-up
before we go into the courtroom.
But it looks like
you'll be free to go.
Do you want a cup of tea?
That was crazy.
Happy turns of events don't
generally happen to me.
I am sorry
Kitty.
I'm sorry for, er
all the stupid things I said.
Nobody can imagine what it's like
to feel how you feel right now.
But we can be all right
with each other, you and me.
If we choose to be.
Can't we?
Do I remind you
of him?
No, love.
No.
Sorry, you really do look
like me. HE CHUCKLES FAINTLY
You know something? I have to
say this cos it's important,
but Beth
she's been so fucking
kind to me, has your mum.
I have always thought
of myself as this
degenerate nonentity
who could sing a bit.
Then Beth comes along and she
makes me feel like someone
with a proper talent to
whom something a bit sh
a bit complicated
happened to, a long time ago.
Which is a long-winded
way of saying
I think you landed
on your feet there, kid.
She is kind.
I think she thinks she's
adopted you, as well as me.
I wish someone would.
-Crap! -What?
-I haven't rung her!
-All right, miss?
-Hiya, lads.
BELL RINGS
PHONE RINGS
Oh, my God!
Oh!
Hello? Kitty. How
is it? How's?
Yeah, yeah, you'll never guess
what. You couldn't make this up.
Well, you could but
nobody would believe you.
Wanna start a band
You can do it
Better than any man
She can do it
Mothers, daughters,
sisters, wives
They can do it
It might just save your life
We can do it
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot Women gonna
set this world on fire
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and
we're not even getting tired
I make the rules in this house
I can do it
I'll get your baby out
I can do it
You get them on the floor
I can do it
We'll leave you wanting more
We can do it
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot Women gonna
set this world on fire
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and we're
not even getting tired ♪
Yeah, come on!
Courtney Love, Joan of Arc
Riot Women have been
here from the start
Waging wars, battle-scarred
All that genius to impart
I'm you and you're me
I'm her and you're she
You think of
everything you could be
You wanna be a
Riot Woman with me!
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot Women gonna
set this world on fire
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and we're
not even getting tired. ♪
Let's start a riot!
We won't be quiet!
Riot woman going to
set this world on fire!
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and
we're not even getting
Tiiiiiiiiired! ♪
CHEERING
INDISTINCT CHA
Oh, my God, I'm dripping!
-Did you hear how many wrong notes I played?
-Yeah, you want to practise.
Oh, could you tell? Seriously?
I think we all played very well.
My head is bursting! Look,
I'm shaking, I'm shake
I can't feel me legs.
- PHONE RINGS - Oh, shit!
How exciting was that?
I feel like I want to
trash someone's hotel room
or shag some underage groupies.
-Hello?
-Well, I nearly broken a nail
-but I don't care
-Hello?
MAN: - Kitty?
Dad?
Got some names for you.
-What?
-Names.
Them fellas.
I know bloody well
who they were.
Jim-Bob
was John Sykes.
He got knifed, 15, 20 year ago.
Connah
was Eamon Conway.
He's alive.
He lives in some
flats up Ovenden,
Shay House.
And Mikey
Mikey was known to
us as Kevin Hamer.
But, in fact, he was
an undercover copper.
Detective Chief Superintendent
David Aspinall when he retired.
I've got an address.
What are you going
to do to 'em, love?
Have you decided?
Go on, take everything
Take everything, I want you to
And the sky was all violet
I wanna get more
violent, more violent
And I'm the one with no soul
One above and one
belo-o-o-ow ♪
POTTERY CLATTERS
KNOCKING ON DOOR
You all right, boss?
WHISPERS: Kitty.
SLURRED: - I've left him.
I should never have gone
there. You were right.
Have you any idea
what time it is?
Also, I'm sorry about the
way I spoke to you earlier.
You scared the living
daylights out of me.
It's just the hurt.
Talking, you know, the
damage, The fucked-uppery.
Yes, and I've got to go
to work in the morning.
It's just when you said that
I might've misheard him,
that Graham, I found
that very difficult.
And I know you probably didn't
mean it and you apologised, but
it's I'm sorry.
And I don't want us not to
be friends, Beth, because
I love you.
-Look, before you say
-I was gonna get the bus to London
on Sunday and disappear,
I was so at the end of my rope.
But then Gavin sent this
text saying he's sorry.
And I didn't wanna go back
there, but I thought if I did,
I could get him to drop
the charges against me
and it'd be one less
thing to worry about.
But I have gone back there
and it's just the same.
If he's not banging my
head against the wall,
I'm getting so drunk,
I can't even stand up,
just to cope with being
anywhere near him,
let alone having to fuck him.
And when I was here with
you, I wasn't like that.
I had a glimpse of what it's like
to be normal, or relatively normal,
so I've left him,
and I'll go to court
and I'll face the consequences.
Then I want us to do what we do.
I want us to write
stuff together,
and be happy and have a
laugh and try and make it
How did you get here?
Helicopter.
I walked! Are you listening?!
-From Sowerby Bridge?
-Yeah.
Last bus had gone.
I rang for a taxi,
but I must have been
blacklisted again.
My phone's nearly run
out of shit now, so
Look, before you say anything
else, you need to know that
after you left, we decided
we're not gonna do it any more.
Not do what any more?
We're not gonna do the band.
We're not gonna pay for
the studio on Thursday,
we're not gonna do the gig.
It's a lot of money to risk
throwing down the drain.
Why are we throwing
it down the drain?
-Well, if you don't turn up
-But I am gonna turn up.
Well, it's been decided.
Yvonne was gonna phone
Jenny and tell her.
She probably already has
It's decided?
By who? Yvonne?
No. We all decided.
-It was a unanimous decision.
-Well, ring 'em up.
You ring Nelly Bollocks up and
you tell her we are doing it.
And you cannot do a unanimous
decision without me.
No, Kitty. It's over.
I mean, we did the
talent contest and we
I wasn't in it just
for the talent contest.
Neither was I, but
Listen, I will turn up. But
it's it's gonna be different.
It I've done a
lot of thinking.
-I-I have. -I think the problem
-I've been really thinking.
is that a lot
of damage was done.
When you didn't return
our calls or texts
we all thought that you
you didn't want to
bother with us any more.
I know I did.
Oh, look, come on, Beth. You've
got We've got to do this.
-You've got to ring them up.
-No.
OK, I'll ring them up.
Not now. It's nearly one
o'clock in the morning!
So what?!
I'll use your phone, though,
cos mine's nearly run out of
You are drunk!
And if you call them now,
you're gonna make them
even more cross than
they are already!
Are they cross?
I'm sorry, but I think
the moment's gone.
What seemed like an exciting
possibility on Saturday night
is dust.
It's gone.
Gone with the wind.
That's not fair.
Yeah, well, life's not fair.
I need to get to bed
or I won't be able to stay
awake in the traffic jam
on the M62 tomorrow morning.
Are you kicking me out?
I thought you were never
coming back here ever again.
Yeah, but
You were the one who left.
I never kicked you out.
Nor would I.
Nor would I give it such
inelegant definition,
even if I had kicked you out!
I was the one saying that you
should stay here and rest,
so don't you - ever - accuse
me of kicking you out!
You kicked yourself out!
You're just like Tom.
You delight in putting me
in impossible positions.
-No, I don't.
-Not answering my texts then going AWOL.
Do you ever think what
that's like for me?
I can be better than this.
SHE SNIFFLES
Look
apart from
when I was little,
beforemy mum disappeared
those six weeks I
spent here with you
were the best six
weeks of my life.
And it was the only time I
have ever been made to feel
like a half-decent human being.
I'm sorry.
Beth
No, I'm sorry, Kitty.
Sometimes you need to decide
whether the highs
are worth the lows.
And sometimes they aren't.
I need to get back
on an even keel.
I can't keep doing this.
I'm sorry.
OK.
SHE SNIFFLES
Right.
WEAKLY: - All right.
I'm shit.
I know I am.
Can I sleep in t'shed?
In t'manger with t'donkey?
WHISPERS: For
fuck's sake, Kitty.
Come inside.
Are you sure?
What about Tom?
If he finds out I've
been here again
Well, I'll have to cross that
bridge when I come to it.
Go on.
You know where everything is.
Your bedroom's just as you left
it, and I need to be in bed, so
help yourself.
What the fuck is this?
Oh, er
No, it I was just
It wasn't any
SCREAMS: - DON'T YOU EVER!
Don't you ever.
BETH EXHALES SHAKILY
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot women gonna set
this world on fire. ♪
Did they not give
you a wheelchair?
She won't have one.
I need to keep moving. I'm not
lolling about watching game shows
for the next three months.
They have actually
discharged you, haven't they?
-You've not just escaped?
-Can you get that door open?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Here, let me help you. -No.
Have they caught
the little bastards?
Have you heard owt?
-Is me mam all right?
-Yeah, yeah.
She won't shut up about
how she never wanted you
-to join t'police in t'first place.
-Yeah, well, she was right.
For t'wrong reasons, but
she was right.
Anyway, first things first.
You missed a right load
of excitement last night.
-Why?
-Did Holly not text you?
-No.
-Come on, Nish, let's get you inside.
Oh, my God, I thought she'd
have said something to you.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Have you spoken to Yvonne?
No, just Jess.
You might find Yvonne less
forgiving than the rest of us.
Why?
Oh, just that she prides herself
on never going back on a decision
once it's been made.
And it was a big decision.
SHE EXHALES DEEPLY
I didn't
I didn't come just to apologise.
There was, er
You know what I told you, on
Saturday, about when I were 12?
-Yeah.
-Can I talk to you about it?
'Course you can, Kitty.
Saturday was so stupid.
Everything happened on Saturday.
So, this is when we were at
t'school, before we went on.
This friend,
acquaintance, dickhead
turned up and told me that me dad
has been extradited from Morocco.
-Did you know that?
-No.
Yeah. Three months ago.
He's in Wakefield
high-security prison.
So those three men
I told you about,
I never knew their real names,
but they ran with me dad's crew
and they hung around at
our house. They all did.
So what I'm thinking is,
me dad might remember them.
I mean, he might not. He
might be losing his marbles.
Maybe that's why
they copped him.
He might not even see me,
but I'm thinking if I put in a
request for a visiting order
Did he know?
What these men
were doing to you?
No. God, no.
And I know, I know, even
if I got their names,
I might never find them, but
the thing I'm thinking is,
if I could find them, surely
I could prove it, couldn't I?
If I could get Tom's
DNA and theirs,
then Tom is living proof that
one of them got me pregnant
31 years ago.
Well, if they've
ever been arrested,
the police will have
their DNA on file anyway.
So, if it got to court,
this is the thing.
They couldn't make out
that I was, like
some wild child that was
asking for it, can they?
Cos I'm worried that's what people
think when they look at me,
when they know my name.
I just I
I think that's what Tom thinks.
They can't try and just
cobble some defence together
based on that, can they?
There is no defence for
the rape of a 12-year-old.
You've just got to be
prepared for how you'd feel
if it all went down the
tubes on a technicality.
Or if you got a
jury full of idiots.
Which happens more often than
you'd like to think. But, yeah
these men really ought to
pay for what they did to you.
Did Gavin do that
to you last night?
Yeah.
Have they charged him yet?
No.
Right, I'm gonna get dressed, then
I'll drive you up to Halifax nick.
That's a new assault
with visible injuries.
They need to go and arrest him.
They won't arrest him.
They didn't last time.
Last time, you couldn't
prove it. This is evidence.
We all saw you without
injuries at the rehearsal.
Are all your clothes in bin
bags, still in his flat?
Yeah.
Right, well, you need those,
as well, then, don't you?
Anywhere else?
-Anywhere else?
-Yeah, this one here.
UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC
ROCK MUSIC BEGINS
PHONE BUZZES
It is, it says!
PHONE: - Your destination
is on your right.
It looks deserted!
You're not going in there? No
-Look.
-It is!
-Oh
-Mm.
INTERNAL RINGTONE
Hi, this is Fearne. I can't get to
the phone. Please leave a message.
-Yvonne!
-Hiya.
Oh, you're here!
Yeah. Well,
I decided if anyone's going to cock
it up in the guitar department,
-it should be me.
-We're just through here. Let me show you.
Jess has nearly finished. And
he's great - John, the sound guy!
He's so nice and he's making
some really good suggestions.
I think we're all a little
bit in love with him.
DRUM RECORDING PLAYS
Yay! John! Aren't you clever?
-Being able to make me sound like I know what I'm doing!
-Ah, you see,
-we got there in the end!
-You're a rock star, baby.
SHE CHUCKLES
Who's up next?
Holly. Hopefully.
-Oh, Yvonne! You came!
-Here we are, John. Holly and Yvonne.
So you don't need to do the
guitar section after all.
He was going to fill in for you.
Hello! How do you do?
Hi.
-Kitty.
-Yvonne.
I've heard, er, such great things
about you. Just now from Beth.
Oh. Lovely.
Yeah, so, er, so I'm the the
bass player, but I'm not very good.
Er, in fact, I'm
really quite bad at it.
To the point of it's
probably really embarrassing
for you to have to listen to me.
Oh, shut up, you're
fine. She's great.
-You're up next, babe.
-Why?
I'm not easily embarrassed.
Well, that's handy. For you.
She's only been playing for seven
weeks. She's actually really good.
-Considering.
-Yeah, well, Beth's played keyboards all her life
and, er, Jess has been learning the
drums for longer than she let on,
and me sister learned to play guitar
at school and, er, Kitty, well
So, yeah, I'm the
the really crap one.
Maybe someone else
should go next.
Erm, maybe my sister.
Maybe I should go last. Maybe I
should, you know, come back later?
-Why are you talking so much?
-Er, it would be better
if we can get the
bass track down next.
-I mean, I don't want to make you feel uneasy.
-OK. - You know, that'd be
-counterproductive, but, yeah, it would be better if we can
-OK.
So, yeah, yeah, tell you what,
let's, er let's just do it.
Let's get it done.
Oh, I'm shaking, look.
SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
How weird is that?
You know, erm, I do think
I've met you before.
-Really?
-Yeah, you do just look familiar.
Sorry, have you
ever been arrested?
HE CHUCKLES
-What for?
-I don't know, anything. But she's a police officer.
-Maybe that's why you've met before.
-Was. - A police officer? - Was.
Really? That's funny, I would have
had you down as a don't know.
An archivist, maybe.
KITTY LAUGHS
Gosh. OK. So, er do do
do we do this in here, or?
No, you need to go
into the studio.
Yeah. I'll show you.
She fancies him.
I've seen it before.
She starts talking
high-velocity garbage.
I am going to get some coffees.
Does anybody want something?
Yes, please. Yeah, go on,
then. Black, two sugars.
-Jess, usual? -Yeah.
-I'll come with you.
-You need your arse kicking.
-Yeah?
Well, you need a
therapeutic f Oh!
INTERCOM: - So, you're a police
officer? Well, that is
-That is very interesting.
-Shit, what have I done?
You said you were a senior lecturer
at Huddersfield University Jojo!
Yeah, that's because I am.
In the music department.
OK, well, saying
you're a police officer
-sometimes puts people off, so, that's all.
-Er, OK,
-but you didn't have to pretend you didn't know me.
-Well, you know
-why I did that.
-Er, no. No, I don't.
Because
WHISPERING: ..they all know!
They all know I had a date
with this bloke who wanted
me to lick his arse!
-Oh, my God! Is he?!
-Oh, no, no, no!
It's Jack the Rimmer.
He's Jack the Rimmer!
THEY LAUGH
He is the one who wanted
our Holly to lick his arse!
-They smelled a rat.
-Do what?!
They'd have got it out of
me. They're formidable.
All of them.
THEY LAUGH
-What?!
-OK, let's just, er Let's just get this done
as painlessly as possible, OK?
-Here. -I'll do it!
-Yeah, all right, all right. OK.
INDISTINCT CHA
Oh!
John, erm, I'm just going
to go and get some coffees.
-Would you like a coffee?
-Er, yeah. Lovely, thanks, Beth.
-Flat white, please. -Sugar?
-Er, no. No, no, no. Thanks.
No, he's sweet enough already.
Holly, can you hear me? OK, so,
I'm just going to play
you Jess's drum track,
and then you're just come
in where you come in, OK?
Oh, my God! He seems so!
THEY LAUGH
Jack the Rimmer!
Ooh
PHONE RINGS
-Tom?
-Mum? I've left Fearne.
-You've what?!
-Has she spoken to you?
Well, I had had a missed call
from her but What's happened?
We had a really gross argument
and she was saying really
stupid things. And, basically,
-she's now told me to get out, so
-Why are you the one leaving?
Because Tricia's there!
Tricia's moved in!
-Tricia has? - Yes! And now I've got to find
-Why aren't you at work?
I'm going to work! I don't
feel like going to work, Mum!
I feel like driving straight
into a fucking wall!
Look, come on,
what was it about?
Kitty! Obviously! What else?
What about Kitty?
So I was trying to
explain to her, to Fearne,
that Graham is just of a generation
where speaking in a certain way
used to be, you know, people
just did it, didn't they?
-Men. Yeah. Men did.
-Men! Yes!
And that it's hard for people
- men - of that generation
not to let the occasional stupid
thing slip out now and again!
And I was just repeating something
Graham had said when he was
flailing around, desperately
trying to justify himself
-Well, what did he say?
-That some women
That some women would take
what he said as a compliment -
the first bit, obviously,
not the second bit.
-Yeah, they wouldn't.
-Yes, I know that!
Oh, my God! Are you even
listening?! You're like HER!
I was repeating
what Graham said!
I was not expressing
my own opinion!
Yeah, calm down.
Yeah? YOU calm down! I've just
had to come to terms with the fact
that my father was some
fucking paedophile rapist
and/or my mother was
a 12-year-old whore!
Because you never told me! So you
fucking calm down! All right?!
-You fucking calm down!
-Tom, I
I'm going to have to come and stay
at yours, cos I'm not staying here!
Yeah Well, you can
Yeah, 'course you can.
Erm, but
Oh, God.
You should know, though, erm,
Kitty's also staying with me again.
-What?
-And I am not going to kick her out again.
I can't. I'm sorry.
Tom?
OK.
Is that OK?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll ring my friend.
I'll see if I can stay at his.
They've just had a baby and
there's hardly any room,
-but you don't need to worry about that, do you?
-Oh! You don't have to
-do that! I didn't mean
-Bye.
Tom?!
What's up?
It's Tom and Fearne.
They've had a big bust-up.
He's moved out.
Shit.
Whoo! Kam and Miranda
have entered the building!
-After they finally found it.
-No Nisha?
I tried.
I'm so depressed,
I can't get dressed
Having trouble hiding
my lack of interest
Blood stains pouring like rain
Borderline anaemic
from bleeding all day
Time's waning, it
feels like I'm fading
Doctor told me
to stop complaining
If it happened to blokes
God only knows
We'd be getting HRT from Tesco
Am I invisible?
Am I untouchable?
Am I unlovable?
Are you uncomfortable?
And I'm seeing red, red, red
Red, red, red ♪
CHUCKLING
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
-Red, red, red, red, red, red ♪
-Ow!
Red!
I'm seeing red, red,
red, red, red, red ♪
What?
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
Red ♪
CHUCKLING
How did you know?!
We heard you. Over the thing,
when you went into the studio.
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me HRT!
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me HR
Give me
And I'm seeing red,
red, red, red, red, red!
Red, red, red, red, red, red!
Red, red, red, red, red ♪
-Erm, sorry, which way are you going, Holly?
-She's with me.
I'll go get the car
and swing back by here,
if you want to keep
an eye on the gear.
-He is gorgeous.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah, I mean, I'd lick his arse.
-No, you wouldn't!
-Well, I wouldn't kick him out of bed.
-Good to know.
You can tell him yourself, look.
He's beautiful. Anyway,
have a nice evening.
-See you later.
-Bye. Well done.
-Bye, see you!
-Yeah, I'm not here. I'm just waiting for Yvonne.
So
you're a police officer?
Yeah, I can see what you're
thinking. Do you know that you can
dislocate someone's shoulder
with a pair of handcuffs
-if you know how to use them properly?
-Mmm.
Do you think we got
off on the wrong foot?
Er no.
I thought we got off on
the right foot, actually.
I thought we were
OK. And then
WHISTLES
Wow.
Yeah, thanks for that.
Yeah, well, maybe it's
a generational thing.
What? Arse-licking?
What I still don't get is what you
thought I would get out of that.
Other than, dare I say it,
a nasty taste in my mouth.
HE CHUCKLES
It's the pleasure of giving
someone else pleasure.
And some women do like
it for that reason.
Well, I've done some research and
I couldn't find anyone that did.
-Yeah, well, like I say, maybe it's a
-Generational thing, yeah, yeah.
Just us old biddies
that don't want
Doesn't that tell you
something, though?
That women of a certain age have
outgrown the need to pretend
to like doing something that, in
fact, they don't like doing at all.
So, OK So, erm
HE CLEARS THROA
What do you like doing?
It's a lot like sacrifice
It's a lot like
giving yourself away
When you wake up
and open your eyes
It's a lot like same
shit, different day ♪
Oh, my God, isn't that his car?
-Right, I'm not coming in.
-Yes, you bloody are.
My friend said it'd be
difficult. Cos of the baby, so
-Is it all right if I have a bath?
-'Course.
Do you want something
to eat, Kitty?
I'll give you a shout
when it's ready.
I'm going to open a bottle
of wine. Would you like some?
So, when did Tricia move in?
Last Sunday.
You know, I know
this is hard for you.
Of course it is, but it doesn't help
anyone, least of all you, if you
if you keep taking
it out on Kitty.
We've raked up a lot
of trauma for her.
And I know you think
she's tough, but
Well, she's not really
handling it very well just now.
Any more than you are.
And you really
can't call her a
12-year-old whore.
That's It's
just wrong-headed.
And pulling her to bits can't
be the way forward, Tom.
For your own sanity
as much as hers.
I woke up alarmed
I didn't know
where I was at first
Just that I woke
up in your arms
And almost
immediately I felt sorry
Cos I didn't think
this would happen again
No matter what
I could do or say
Just that I didn't think
this would happen again ♪
PHONE BUZZES
And what ever
happened to a boyfriend?
The kind of guy who
tries to win you over
And what ever
happened to a boyfriend?
The kind of guy who
makes love cos he's in it
And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that
stupid old shit
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
You got up out of bed ♪
"Why does no-one tell
you that giving birth
"is like shitting a pineapple?
They call it the gift of life
"but my only gift is some stranger
ripping me open, hole to hole.
"Don't give me all that
endorphins bullshit.
"I'm not having any fun,
you're not having any fun,
"no-one is having any fun. I'm
trying my best not to shit myself
"while you point a
camera up my fanny.
"It's not cute, it's not beautiful,
I'm not glowing. Do I look happy?
"It's like Armageddon, it's
like that scene from Alien,"
"it feels like I'm
having an exorcism."
"It's a miracle
I'm still alive."
Someone's gotta do it,
someone's gotta do it
Someone's gotta do it
Guess it's gonna be me
Someone's gotta do it,
someone's gotta do it
It's coming
agaaaaaaaaaain ♪
Then there's the next bit.
Shitting pineapples! ♪
And that's the bit I'm feeling
like we've gone down a rabbit hole
with it. Like, if that is the giving
birth bit, the point where you're
actually shitting a pineapple,
it needs to be wilder, like
Like, maybe I should
scream or I
-Can you scream?
-Can I scream? Like a banshee, baby.
You know, it needs to be like
a primal-giving-birth-type,
-it shouldn't be It should be beyond words.
-OK!
Maybe we could work up a big
screamy guitar solo for Yvonne
-on that big screamy pedal she's got.
-Does Yvonne have any children?
-I don't know. Why?
-I mean, obviously she's birthed a lot of babies but
Oh, yeah. No, I don't actually
know if she's dropped any herself.
What did?
What? No, go on.
Do you remember what
Tom looked like?
Just after he was born.
Erm
Like a baby, I suppose.
With his tiny
little fingernails.
His tiny little ears.
All so perfect.
I couldn't stop looking at him.
I didn't think I wanted
him till he turned up.
And then, when he'd gone
it was like
part of me had gone missing.
Like part of me
had gone with him.
Like physically.
Part of me.
Well, I suppose it had.
I used to get upset
because he cried a lot
in those first few months.
It was colic, obviously,
and we dealt with that.
But I got the idea in my head
that he was crying for his mum.
For his real mum.
For you.
And I couldn't make it stop.
Night after night. For months.
And it broke my
heart. I read to him.
I sang to him.
I took him out in his buggy
in the middle of the night.
But it didn't stop.
And then one day, it just did.
I wish I'd known
that you got him.
I used to wonder what sort
of life he was having
and if he was all right.
And what if he wasn't?
Thank God it was you.
Oh, my God! I'm going
to be late for work!
Tom! Hello.
Er, good morning. Erm,
I'm off to work, I'm late.
Are you not going to work?
-I've rung in sick.
-Really? OK.
-Are you sick?
-No. I just
OK.
I really have got to go.
Erm, will you be all right?
I'll try not be late
back. All right?
Just go for a walk,
get some fresh air.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye, Kitty!
FOOTSTEPS ASCEND STAIRS
I want you to tell
me what happened.
When I was born.
Yeah? Well, how about you
start being nice to me, then?
If you don't tell me the truth,
I'm thinking all the worst things!
Do you understand that?!
That I need to know
where I come from!
Well, I wish I could sugar-coat
it for you. But I can't!
That's why I didn't ever
want to get into it.
Of course you want to know.
OK. Well, I had a pretty weird
childhood. I had four brothers,
all older than me. I was an
accident, an afterthought,
a nuisance.
So I grew up in
this world of men.
Men who made a living out of
violence and drugs and porn.
Well, you've heard the podcast.
A more delightful bunch of cunts
you could never wish to meet.
Can you just fucking sit down?!
My mum disappeared
when I were nine.
She fell out wi' me dad. Me dad
was not someone to fall out with.
I was told she'd met someone else
and cleared off, but I don't know.
I don't think she would have
left me, but I don't know.
So I grew up in this house
full of blokes. Big house.
The sort of house you
could get lost in.
And there was always people
there. Men. Me dad's crew.
I'd be trying to get me
breakfast before school
and they'd have had all t'milk.
Anyway, this one time, there
were these three fellas.
They weren't me
dad's regular crew,
he must have got 'em in for some
particular job, I don't know.
And I had this friend at school.
She used to come home
with me sometimes.
Any road, these
three fellas
took a shine to us.
And they fed us with
cigarettes and
Toblerone andalcohol.
Obviously, we didn't
know any better,
we just thought it were funny.
And then one time me friend
said she wasn't coming any more.
And I didn't know why.
It was only afterwards
But I assume these
this one bloke had done something
to her or said something to her.
Anyway, after she
stopped coming
he started on me.
And I had nowhere to hide.
I know what you think of me.
The same as everybody else.
That is me. Aged 12.
Smiling. Pretending that
it wasn't happening.
It went on for months.
I didn't know his real name.
I don't know how old he was.
He was a lot older than me.
He was probably only 27, 28,
but that is old enough
when you're 12, isn't it?
And I didn't tell
anyone because
..there was no-one to tell.
And even if there had been,
I don't know that
I would have cos
it's the kind of thing that
..once they've done it
..once you've escaped
..you don't want to
think about it again
..till you have to
..till the next time.
But, you know,
shit happens.
Will you tell me mum
that I've that I've
-gone back to Sheffield?
-Can do.
Do I look like him?
I don't know.
Do I remind you of him?
No.
Listen.
I understand anger, and I
understand why you're angry with me.
Because who else can
you be angry with?
I do get it.
I don't like it, but I get it.
All my life I've lurched from
one stupid thing to the next.
Alcohol, drugs,
idiotic relationships.
And it's only now I've realised
it's because I have been angry.
So angry because of
what happened to me.
Like when I trashed that car
that I'm probably going
to go to prison for.
That was me.
Age 12.
Trying to smash the
fucking world to bits.
I am on your side.
I wish to God you were on mine.
PHONE BUZZES
Fucking hell!
-His Majesty's chocolate.
-Thanks.
He couldn't remember them. But
he hasn't lost his marbles.
I described them and there
was a flicker, a vague memory,
but no names.
And he starts going on
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I kept asking you who it was!
I'd have ripped their cocks off!"
Well, it's bollocks.
I mean, I might have misremembered
their nicknames. I don't know.
Well, if you can
get Tom's DNA
Sure, but I want
all three of them.
Not just
the one that, you know,
actually hit the jackpot.
And, by the way, FYI,
I haven't told Tom and Beth that
there were three of them.
I told them there
was just one bloke.
-And I want it to stay that way. All right?
-Understood.
And, anyway,
I might not want to go
via the police, might I?
I might want to
deal with it myself.
Yeah, OK. Well, the less I
know about that, the better.
CAR DOOR CLOSES
Sorry you weren't at the,
er, recording studio.
It went pretty well.
I'd have just been in the way.
I'd have brought you
some flowers, but, er,
I've brought you something else.
I'm not going to do anything with
it meself. Well, I would, but
I've had my fingers burnt
interfering in other
people's stuff, so
That's the name of the,
er, grubby little site
where Rudenko and his ilk share
their latest unhealthy obsessions.
He has posted the
images he took of you.
Obviously, he's tried
to do it anonymously,
but he's not that bright. I've
screen-shotted everything,
so even if he tries to delete
it, you can still prove it.
It's all printed out
there, that's all you need.
You take that to CID,
you make the allegation,
they're obliged to do the rest.
What he's done is an offence under
the Malicious Communications Act.
It also blatantly breaches
the Police Codes of Conduct.
So, there you go.
That's him out on his arse
and up on a criminal charge.
Should you choose to pursue it.
Better than flowers.
It's an apology.
Thank you.
How are you feeling?
Like shit.
-Everyone's missing you.
-Oh!
-You don't need me any more, you've got Miranda.
-Oh, for fuc
Three backing
singers? It's perfect.
-I can't sing.
-I can't play.
Come on, this Jelly Bollocks,
whatever her name is this week,
she's got a promoter coming
to see the gig. It'll be
hilarious, we'll be ridiculous.
You don't want to miss that.
Is this gig not after
Kitty's court date?
-Yep.
-So, what if she goes down?
Her court date's on a Friday.
We both know they don't give out
custodial sentences on a Friday
cos they've run out
of space in prison.
Yeah, we both know that they do.
Mmm.
So the plan is
if she gets sent down - which
at the most she'll get, what,
six months?
-we just put everything on hold until she comes out.
We don't do the gig.
Jenny Bollocks can always
get another band to fill in.
We just wait for her. Then,
if we keep practising,
when she does come out, we might
be nearly as good as she is.
-Does Jenny Bollocks know this?
-Fuck, no!
We decided not to tell her.
Why not, though?!
Because nobody's going to school
in their costume today, Manuela.
It's just a fitting. The
costumes are for tomorrow.
I hate you, Jessie!
-Ooh! -Hey!
-Ow!
You shut up, being rude to
Jessie, OK? You love Jessie.
Keep still! For God's sake!
Granny, isn't it today that
Kitty is going to be up in court?
Er, yes. Yes, it is. How
do they know about that?
Kitty is going to
be up in court?
No point keeping things
from the kids, Jessie.
They need to learn about life.
Will the King and
Queen be up in court?
Erm, well, it's not that
sort of a court, sweetheart.
-It's
-I want to be up in court.
No, you don't, Manuela, mate.
They'll send you to prison.
The King is going to send
Kitty to prison? Why?
Erm, well, she had a little
accident with a sledgehammer.
Anyway, it's not It
won't be the King himself,
you're not missing
anything, it'll be somebody
-who represents the King, that's not
-What kind of accident?
Hello, boys and girls!
-Jerry!
-Jerry!
CHUCKLING
-What's he doing here?!
-Oh, yeah. Jerry's back.
Oh, Jesus, Mother! We
thought you'd seen the light.
-Don't start.
-He's not good enough for you.
Are we really having
this conversation again?
-Yes! Yes, we are!
-Chloe, you leave Jessie alone!
Hang on, you're on MY side!
I'll text you.
I mean, hopefully they'll
let me send a text
before they take
all me stuff off me.
SHE EXHALES
And then, when I get to
wherever they're taking me
I'll phone you as soon as
I can so you know where I am.
I will get through it, Beth.
Worst-case scenario, it'll
only be a few months.
Have you heard owt from Tom?
I texted Fearne yesterday.
He's gone back to work,
apparently. So, that's something.
-Are you sure you don't want someone with you today, Kitty?
-I'll be fine.
I think, this time tomorrow,
we're all going to
be in Hebden Bridge
and the sun is
going to be shining,
and we're all going to
have a fabulous day.
Yeah.
Oh, and if I do have to go to
Acapulco for a
few weeks, you, er
What?
You have to promise me
you won't do
anythingsilly.
I won't.
What are you doing here?
Er, I I didn't think that
you should be on your own.
I know that you didn't want
an audience but I just, um
I don't think that you
should be on your own.
-Is that him?
-Don't look.
Kitty?
This is my solicitor.
This is, erm
-I'm Kitty's son. Tom.
-How do you do?
Kitty, this is Mrs Nebhrajani,
she's representing you today.
Hello, Kitty. Can we have a little
conversation before we go in?
So, I've had a chat
with the Prosecution
and I've explained to him that
Mr Peachey is himself up in court
in three weeks' time
for assaulting you.
And that since you damaged his
vehicle, he's left his wife,
reconciled with you, and
has since assaulted you.
So the Prosecution
has agreed that
that means he's no longer a
credible witness in this case.
Not least because he claimed
not to know who you were
when you damaged his vehicle.
So the circumstances have been
outlined to the Magistrates,
-and it looks like the case is going to be dismissed.
-But
-So What?
-I just wanted to give you the heads-up
before we go into the courtroom.
But it looks like
you'll be free to go.
Do you want a cup of tea?
That was crazy.
Happy turns of events don't
generally happen to me.
I am sorry
Kitty.
I'm sorry for, er
all the stupid things I said.
Nobody can imagine what it's like
to feel how you feel right now.
But we can be all right
with each other, you and me.
If we choose to be.
Can't we?
Do I remind you
of him?
No, love.
No.
Sorry, you really do look
like me. HE CHUCKLES FAINTLY
You know something? I have to
say this cos it's important,
but Beth
she's been so fucking
kind to me, has your mum.
I have always thought
of myself as this
degenerate nonentity
who could sing a bit.
Then Beth comes along and she
makes me feel like someone
with a proper talent to
whom something a bit sh
a bit complicated
happened to, a long time ago.
Which is a long-winded
way of saying
I think you landed
on your feet there, kid.
She is kind.
I think she thinks she's
adopted you, as well as me.
I wish someone would.
-Crap! -What?
-I haven't rung her!
-All right, miss?
-Hiya, lads.
BELL RINGS
PHONE RINGS
Oh, my God!
Oh!
Hello? Kitty. How
is it? How's?
Yeah, yeah, you'll never guess
what. You couldn't make this up.
Well, you could but
nobody would believe you.
Wanna start a band
You can do it
Better than any man
She can do it
Mothers, daughters,
sisters, wives
They can do it
It might just save your life
We can do it
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot Women gonna
set this world on fire
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and
we're not even getting tired
I make the rules in this house
I can do it
I'll get your baby out
I can do it
You get them on the floor
I can do it
We'll leave you wanting more
We can do it
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot Women gonna
set this world on fire
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and we're
not even getting tired ♪
Yeah, come on!
Courtney Love, Joan of Arc
Riot Women have been
here from the start
Waging wars, battle-scarred
All that genius to impart
I'm you and you're me
I'm her and you're she
You think of
everything you could be
You wanna be a
Riot Woman with me!
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
Riot Women gonna
set this world on fire
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and we're
not even getting tired. ♪
Let's start a riot!
We won't be quiet!
Riot woman going to
set this world on fire!
Let's start a riot
We won't be quiet
We run the world and
we're not even getting
Tiiiiiiiiired! ♪
CHEERING
INDISTINCT CHA
Oh, my God, I'm dripping!
-Did you hear how many wrong notes I played?
-Yeah, you want to practise.
Oh, could you tell? Seriously?
I think we all played very well.
My head is bursting! Look,
I'm shaking, I'm shake
I can't feel me legs.
- PHONE RINGS - Oh, shit!
How exciting was that?
I feel like I want to
trash someone's hotel room
or shag some underage groupies.
-Hello?
-Well, I nearly broken a nail
-but I don't care
-Hello?
MAN: - Kitty?
Dad?
Got some names for you.
-What?
-Names.
Them fellas.
I know bloody well
who they were.
Jim-Bob
was John Sykes.
He got knifed, 15, 20 year ago.
Connah
was Eamon Conway.
He's alive.
He lives in some
flats up Ovenden,
Shay House.
And Mikey
Mikey was known to
us as Kevin Hamer.
But, in fact, he was
an undercover copper.
Detective Chief Superintendent
David Aspinall when he retired.
I've got an address.
What are you going
to do to 'em, love?
Have you decided?
Go on, take everything
Take everything, I want you to
And the sky was all violet
I wanna get more
violent, more violent
And I'm the one with no soul
One above and one
belo-o-o-ow ♪