This programme contains scenes of sexual violence and some strong language
Saxa, saxa, saxophone Saxophone, saxophone...
Saxa, saxa, saxophone Saxa saxophone
I am the music man
I come from far away
And I can play, what can you play?
I play the trombone
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo doo, doo-doo doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
I am the music man I come from far away...
Vernon?
Vernon, are you OK? Vernon? Vernon?
Cough, cough, cough, Vernon. Can you get help, please?
Vernon, I need to bang on your back, all right?
So just stay still for me, OK?
Vernon? Vernon, cough.
It's all right, I've got him. I think he's choking.
Don't worry Vernon, mate.
Don't read too much into this, Vernon. Can I have an ambulance please?
Gorsefield Day Centre, Vale Road.
There you go. You all right mate? Take deep breaths. Yeah, good lad. You OK? Yeah.
Good. You all right mate? Sure? Sure? Good lad.
I think we're OK actually, yeah.
Thank you.
Hello again. Hello!
How's Vernon?
Yeah, yeah, he's fine, right as rain.
Thank you for that.
Next time I'll wear my cape.
What is that?
Heimlich Manoeuvre.
Discovered by accident.
Old Heimlich got back from the bierkeller, fancied a night of passion,
covered his missus from behind, squeezed. False teeth shot out.
Right.
Why that colour, by the way?
Yellow cars kill fewer people.
See you tomorrow, Alison. See you tomorrow, Ben.
Oh, shit!
Oh, no, no! Shit!
I'm going to be late. What is it?
Some thing is wrong with the car.
I'm not sure.
What's up? I've put petrol in a diesel engine.
What? You weren't supposed to hear that.
Could you move it over there, please? No. For God's sake, Alison.
Look David, I didn't do it on purpose . You'll have to push me.
It'll cost a bloody fortune - again. Was your tank empty? No.
If you weren't empty you can drive it, and it...
No way. I fell for that last time and nearly ruined the engine.
If you want me to move, then you are going to have to push me.
It's only a few yards. It won't do your car any harm.
I'm not driving it! I'm sorry. How could you do it again?
I don't know. I was a bit flustered.
It happens. What were you flustered about?
They're pushing me. If I'm not back before Hannah is ready for bed can you please read with her?
If she's got one of those book reviews, you'll have to help her,
cos she can never get started... Yeah? Hang on. Yes?
Can you take the hand brake off, please?
In bed? Yeah.
Asleep? Yeah.
Your dinner's in the oven.
I'm sorry.
There are now almost 260 hospital admissions a day in England.
That was lovely. Thanks.
Additional to these figures are admissions for which alcohol was a secondary contributing factor.
No, I can't. I've got a report to do.
A boy nearly choked to death in my care today.
Do you know why it happened? Yes. You're an idiot.
No. Because you decided to get a bloody diesel. Years and...
You've had it two years, for God's sake. You should be used to it now.
..no consultation whatsoever.
I'm the one who's got to drive the bloody thing. "I decided"?
You wanted it for the bloody colour! I told you it was bound to happen.
Alison, you're rewriting history.
Come on, sweetheart.
Could you not sleep?
OK, bye sweetheart.
You have a good day. OK? Bye.
Bye, my lovely. Bye.
Bye. Bye.
The wheels on the bus go round and round
All day long
The bell on the bus goes Ding, ding, ding
The bell on the bus goes ding, ding, ding
All day long.
Goodnight.
Oi!
Hey!
Fancy a drink?
No, I can't. I've got to pick the car up from the garage.
Right. Do you want a lift?
Parents shouldn't work with kids. No, that's not right.
Parents of young children shouldn't do it.
You spend all day giving everything you've got to other people's kids
and when you get home you've nothing left for your own.
Maybe that's all bollocks and I'm just a shit mother.
What happened to the car? I filled it up with petrol. It's a diesel engine.
Diesely done.
Thank you.
I love my husband, Ben.
I mean not right now, of course.
Right now I hate him,
but that will pass.
It always does.
Right.
Fuck.
Mummy!
Mum! Hello, darling.
You said, "Conference after work."
You didn't say anything about Glasgow. I did.
If you said you were going to Glasgow, it would've registered.
It didn't register cos you were watching football. When are you coming back?
Hannah's watching. When are you coming back?
Straight after it. 12.20 from Glasgow Central.
I'll be home in time for Hannah's party. We discussed this.
Wednesday. The one night I get to go out.
Can you kiss me goodbye please? No.
Hannah's watching, you bastard, so kiss me goodbye! No.
You going somewhere?
Yeah, conference in Glasgow.
"Who cares for the carer?"
I'll wait for the DVD.
What time's your train? Er, ten past six.
Cheers. Cheers.
I'm surprised you're not driving. Driving?
Oh, you can't drive, can you because the car's knackered.
Do you want another? My shout. You'll miss your train.
I'll get the next one.
Dad, we're nearly ready. Oh, right I'm coming, I'm coming.
Go on!
'Early reports which suggest there could be a number of casualties. The incident,
'we are lead to believe, occurred around 1.15, quarter past one...
'And this is from a representative of Network Rail...
'Involves the 12.20 service from Glasgow Central to Manchester Piccadilly.'
Hurry up, Dad.
Just give us a minute, babe, I need to use the phone.
'Hi, this is Alison's phone
'leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.'
Now you're insulting me, Mr Wade.
I'd sooner you keep the money than accept 50 quid for... I'll keep it then, Patsy, shall I?
That was first class information, that, a copper's dream and no mistake.
Hi, David.
A train's derailed up North.
Alison's on it. Is it bad? Yeah.
I'm coming round, son. Piss off, Patsy.
Come on Mr Wade don't... I said Piss off! Now!
Strathclyde are handling it. I know people there.
They're onto it.
Her mobile? She's not answering.
That means nothing. If she was able to answer, she'd answer it.
It means nothing, David.
She's not answering her mobile, Pat. That's what's worrying me the most.
Going by the pictures here, there's no way she's got no signal.
Hello, Pete.
I'll give you a bell as soon as I hear anything.
Five?
OK, mate. Cheers.
Five what?
They want a description. Five what?
Five dead.
Hello?
'Hi, is there any chance we can have a description of Alison, please?'
Yeah, um...
she's black.
30 years old.
Five foot eight.
Yeah.
A tattoo.
Tattoo of a rose. On the base of her spine.
'OK, thanks very much.'
Yeah. OK. Dad.
Thanks, Pete. OK, mate, yeah, thank you. Bye.
'The 1.15 involves the 12.20 Glasgow Central to Manchester Piccadilly...'
'Derailed and slid down an embankment at eight minutes past one this afternoon.
'British Transport Police are working flat out...'
No. Drink it.
Been at each other's throats the last few days as well. Don't start with all that.
There's a perfectly logical explanation as to why she hasn't phoned. Right?
Right.
Whisky?
What's wrong?
Is it kids?
Is it the kids?
What's happened?
What's going on? We thought you were dead.
What!
What train did you get?
The 12.20. Why?
That's the 12.20.
I missed it. I just got there and the doors were shut.
Had to take the next one.
The next one?
Yeah.
Have the kids been OK? There was no next one.
It closed the West Coast line.
These are nice.
They're to say sorry.
I'll just go and say hello to the kids.
Mum!
I'll leave you to it.
We'll talk tonight, yeah?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Hannah
Happy birthday to you.
Big blow!
"She splashed and splashed
"and shouted for help. But no one was around to hear her screams.
"After a while all that remained of Naughty Nancy McBride
"was an ever widening ripple on the surface of the lake
"and a broken branch in the middle of it."
I've missed the last train now.
So much for the conference!
I'm only round the corner.
I could cook us something.
Want one?
Who is he?
His name's Ben.
He teaches at the school.
I had a bit of time to kill between school and the train so we went for a drink.
And then we went back to his. As you do. Nothing happened.
I don't believe you. It's true.
You spend all night... I didn't spend all night with him.
I checked into a hotel. On my own. You're lying. I'm not.
I intended to sleep with him, yes.
I fully intended to shag him, yes.
Of that I am guilty as charged.
But nothing actually happened. You're lying!
Why didn't you answer your mobile? Were you too busy banging him?
The battery's flat.
I thought you were dead!
I'm sorry.
When you think your wife's dead...
I'm sorry to go all Mills and Boon on you like this...
When you think your wife's dead you tend to realise how much you actually love her.
There's a certain irony in that, dear reader,
cos our heroine was not dead.
Our heroine was very much alive.
Our heroine was fucking her friend, Big Ben!
I wasn't. And I didn't. Five people dead.
I wish you were one of them. Even that would be better than this.
She'll know we've had a row.
Bye, darling. Bye.
Bye, sweetheart.
It's been three months.
I know.
Are you ever going to sleep with me again?
Don't know.
Do you want to split?
No. Do you?
No.
But I don't want to carry on like this either.
You're going to have to choose, David.
Either we live together as husband and wife... I don't think you should be laying down ultimatums.
I don't think you've got the right.
I'm going out tonight.
Where? For a drink.
Who with?
You know what you're saying?
"If you don't forgive me for what I did, I'll do it again."
That's what you're saying.
A gentle reminder, my darling wife,
of the fact that I am a man.
You seem to have forgotten that, you see.
Easily done, I suppose, when your husband's on the dole,
when he takes the kids to school and brings them home again,
when he cooks for them and cleans for them, when he does
all of the things a woman does, when he sees men laughing at him
but still carries on doing all the things a woman does,
cos that's what the marriage demands, that's
what the bills require, when he does all that, that is a man, that is a man of the 21st century,
not some faggot in a skirt with a feather duster, a man, a proper
fucking man and don't you forget it ever again.
Mum?
It's OK, sweetheart.
It's OK, darling.
It's OK.
Yeah. It's OK, sweetheart.
It's OK, it's OK.
Come on, come to bed. Come to bed.
Go away.
Will you please go away.
After battle there's always rape.
You've killed your enemy but his sperm might be in
this woman, wriggling up to collide with her egg.
Rape her. Dilute that sperm.
Call all your mates and get them to rape her too, dilute it some more,
absolutely essential that your enemy's line is finished,
your enemy's genes are destroyed, that any children born of this woman are yours or your tribe's.
I want you to leave us.
And go where?
Anywhere. Just go.
I'm going nowhere.
I haven't done anything wrong.
You raped me. I think any man would understand why I did that.
I don't want to go to the police.
I don't want the kids to see their father locked up.
But I will if I have to. Where will I go? Your dad's.
Dad loves the kids but not 24/7.
You wouldn't have the kids.
You think you're having the kids? Yeah.
Forget the principle, the morality, for a minute.
You're the one who cheats yet I'm the one who pays for it.
Let's think about the practicalities. How are you going to have them?
I'll go part time.
Part time won't pay for this.
You'll have to get a job then, won't you? Yeah. Me and a million others.
I did sleep with Ben that night.
But I lied to make it easier for you if you wanted to patch things up.
Something for you to cling on to.
But now I don't give a shit.
You know what I'm thinking?
Yes.
But if I did that...
if I did it, they wouldn't have either of us, would they?
I lost my job six months ago. I've been their main carer ever since. House husband.
If you fight for custody, you'll lose, not only that, you'll appear unreasonable. And we can't have that.
We must not appear unreasonable.
We mustn't give her any case whatsoever for restricting access. How much access?
Every other weekend.
I'm not leaving. I think we explained...
If you don't leave, the police will make you leave. Fine.
And you'd like the kids to see that, would you? Were you thinking of the kids when you were shagging Big Ben?
OK. I'll leave. I'll go in the morning when the kids are at school.
All right, David.
Hiya, Dad.
I watched my son pacing the room.
Not a word from her.
No message, and the more time passed, the more convinced he became that she was dead.
Then she came through the door, and he was overjoyed.
Then I watched all that joy evaporate
as he realised why she wasn't on that train.
She'd been in another man's bed.
Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-aye, ee-aye, oh.
They're here.
Hey, hey! Here he is!
Hiya, mate! You all right?
Yeah. How are you gorgeous, are you all right? Are you going to see your Granddad?
Get Granddad with your sword? Yeah!
Granddad! Hiya, sweetheart, come here, give us a cuddle!
It's a bit early for that.
No, don't! If your lawyer was here, he'd tell you that's the most stupid thing you could do...
My lawyer would tell me that, would he? Yes, he would.
Say goodbye to Mummy. Bye!
Bye, darlings!
Mummy, say goodbye to the kids.
What does that mean? Goodbye, Mummy.
Can I speak to David, please?
I always said you were a slag. Can I speak to David, please? No.
I grew up with women like you.
Always spouting about their rights, equality, feminism.
Shall I tell you what I know about women like you?
Can I squeeze past? No.
Give them the same rights as men, they start acting like men.
Only more so. Using, abusing...shagging.
I fear for the safety of my children, so please let me speak to David,
or I'll call the police. I AM the police.
Now, move away from my door.
We'll have to stop you reading that Guardian, George.
Hello? 'David, it's me.' What do you want?
Can I speak to Hannah please? What about?
I just need to speak to her.
You're supposed to allow me free and unfettered access to the children every other weekend.
'This is not free and unfettered.'
You've unsettled me. How?
You know how. Now, put her on. No.
What do you want? The kids.
I've got them till six. It IS six. Not quite.
What did you do last night? I'm here, kids!
Apart from fucking Big Ben, obviously?
Mummy's here, kids! Tom had a sleep.
What? He had an hour about one o'clock.
He won't sleep tonight now, will he? Sorry.
I'm here, kids!
I asked them who they wanted to live with - Mummy or Daddy.
For God's sake, they're little kids.
They said Daddy, of course, but they meant Mummy.
Which goes to show how the odds are stacked against us.
A bloody awful mother, a wonderful father, and they still chose the mother. Where are the kids?
A mother they hardly saw and a father who doted on them.
They chose the mother. How would that make you feel? Where are my kids?
You think I'm capable of hurting them, don't you?
Mummy! Hey-hey! Mum's here!
Hey, sweetie! Come on. See you later, spud! See you later, babe. Give us a kiss.
I'll put them in the car. I've got something to say to you.
Be good for your mum!
There you go. Hannah, you strap Tom in, yeah? All right?
I can do it by myself.
You're not getting them next time.
We agreed. I couldn't give a shit what we agreed.
Whether or not you see them is entirely up to me. It is in my gift.
You mess about like that, you play games like that, you bastard, and you don't get them.
Well done, darling.
Listen, nobody knows more about fish and chips than me, and I'm telling
you now the best fish and chips in the world are to be had in Whitby.
There's no doubt about it whatsoever.
They still use dripping up there, right, but there's something else.
What, North Sea oil(?) No, not North Sea oil, something absolutely bloody delicious.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop!
You're killing him! Please stop!
Please stop! Stop it! Please stop it!
Hospital. We don't want the dirty bastard die on us,
so get in the fucking car and get him to the hospital now!
I'd like you to be ready for him, cos he's in a bad way.
I could take him right up to the door, if there could be someone waiting.
Shit!
Shit! There is a lot of blood coming from his mouth, and I don't know what to do.
I'm on Manor Road, a mile from the hospital. Shit!
Shit!
There's a police car.
They're telling me to pull over. They've seen me on the mobile and they're telling me to pull over.
I was phoning an ambulance.
I had to phone and drive because of Ben. We've been attacked by two men with baseball bats.
Could you get out the car, please? Yeah.
They just came out the blue. No provocation or anything, and they just laid into him.
Box of tricks needed here.
It's all right, Ben.
There's two policemen here and an ambulance on its way. They druggies?
What? Were they druggies? I don't know.
It's OK, Ben. There's an ambulance seconds away, yeah?
What are you supposed to do when there's bleeding from the mouth? I don't want to move him.
What are you doing?
I'm afraid you're going to have to stay.
I'm sorry, I can't.
Is your name Alison Wade?
Yeah.
We'd like to search your car, Alison. What?
We'd like to search your car. What?!
We've reason to believe you're in possession of class A drugs.
Oh, for God's sake. I was using a mobile, so you think I'm a drug dealer?
Alison Wade, I'm arresting you on suspicion of supplying class A drugs.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand what that means? Yeah.
You have the right to a lawyer. I don't need a lawyer. I haven't done anything wrong.
Could you phone the hospital please and find out how Ben is?
In you get.
Look, I've got to pick up my son up. He's at Red Street Primary.
It's sorted.
How?
Your husband's picking him up.
We were acting on information received.
Who gave you that information? We can't tell you that. It was my husband.
Why would he do that? Because we're splitting up, fighting over the kids.
Where we got the information doesn't matter, the fact is... It's crucial.
..you had all that cocaine in your car.
My husband put it there. That cocaine's worth five grand.
Has he got five grand to throw away?
It was given to him. Who by?
His dad.
His dad's a policeman.
I'm not quite sure I follow you there, Alison. A policeman can always find a bag of coke.
Where?
Come on.
I'd like a lawyer, please.
We searched the home of the accused and found ten ounces of cannabis.
Rather a lot for personal use.
£1,200 in Scottish 20s, and weighing scales with traces of cocaine.
I asked if she had ever been convicted of drug offences before
and she said no. That was a lie.
18 years of age,
I was done for a bit of weed.
They're keeping me overnight and I'm in the Magistrates' in the morning.
Will you bring the kids?
To the Magistrates'? No, I think they'd find that too upsetting.
I might get remanded in custody and won't get the chance to see them.
That won't bother you but they won't get the chance to see their own mother, and that should bother you.
They'd find it too upsetting.
Put Hannah on. No.
Will you please put...
The accused has recently separated from her husband and is bringing up two children, Ma'am.
On those grounds, I ask you to allow bail.
Any objections? Yes, Ma'am.
The children's father is more than happy to mind the children.
Also, Ma'am, the drugs had a street value of £5,000.
Far too high, we suggest, to allow bail.
Bail is refused, Mrs Wade.
And you will be remanded in custody.
"But I didn't do it!", shouted the naughty Nancy McBride,
clenching her fists and stamping her feet and swinging her pigtails.
"But Nancy", replied Miss Pettigrew.
"Didn't you deny your part in the clingfilm incident?"
"Yes", said the naughty Nancy.
"And our pet mouse and helium balloon affair?"
"Yes", said the naughty Nancy.
"Then why should we believe you now?"
No kids? I decided against it.
Why? I don't think it would do them any good. I'm their mother.
Not seeing me is not going to do them any good.
I know. I have to make that judgement.
And I think, on balance, it's better to keep them away.
I can understand that.
Yeah?
Yeah.
No matter how bad things get between us, we've got to think of the kids.
Yeah. So tell the truth.
What's the truth? Your dad planted that stuff in my car.
All right... He didn't - but let's assume he did.
IF he did it, he did it because he loves me, didn't want to see me hurt.
You, on the other hand, have treated me like shite.
How can I condemn him and save you?
And Naughty Nancy...
'Why would I want her sent to prison?'
I need her for a start.
Bringing up two kids isn't easy.
You need a bit of help. You need a break now and again.
And the kids love her.
It would break their hearts if their mother went to prison, and there's no way I want that.
I got a call from an excellent informant.
An addict who told me that the accused had supplied him in the past,
and that she was taking delivery of half a kilo of cocaine.
I cannot name this informant, because
to do so would expose him,
and seriously harm the war against drugs.
I've got nothing but contempt for that woman.
But I am a police officer, with 25 years experience and an exemplary record.
And I would never stoop so low as to plant drugs on anybody.
Why would he do a thing like that?
Because if I go to prison, he gets the kids.
And even when I've served my sentence, he still gets the kids.
Cos I'll have a serious criminal record,
and you don't get custody of children with a serious criminal record.
And all this is happening because someone is supposed to have informed on me.
Well, who?
If it wasn't my husband or his father, then who was it?
How am I supposed to defend myself against this so-called informant, if they won't tell me who he is?
To make police informants testify in cases such as this
is to make the job of the police ten times more difficult.
However...
the informant's evidence is crucial.
Almost the entire case
rests upon it.
So I think it's best for the informant himself to give evidence.
Anonymously - as the prosecution has requested.
What's her name? Alison.
How many kids has she got? Two. Why are you grassing? The price.
How long's she been supplying you? Three years.
Right. That's all you know? She's your dealer, not your mate.
Don't go inventing stuff. Just say you don't know.
Right? Right.
You said that you've been buying drugs from my client for three years.
Yeah.
How does she go about this business?
She sells it from her car.
On a main road? No. She parks behind the soshe.
The soshe?
DHSS.
And does she sell exclusively to you?
No. To others too.
You need heroin? Yeah.
So why inform on someone who supplies it?
We had a row about the price.
My client...parks behind the DHSS.
You see the car, recognise it...
and you go and buy your heroin.
Is that how it works?
Yeah.
You see the car, and recognise it.
Yeah.
What colour is my client's car?
I...don't know.
You've been buying drugs from it for three years.
You've been "recognising it" for three years.
So how can you not know the colour of the car?
I just don't know.
Is it...dark or light?
I think it might be dark.
It might be dark. A nondescript dark, then -
nothing startling, nothing you'd particularly remember.
Not...shocking pink or luminous yellow.
Is that right? Yeah.
Would it surprise you to learn that my client's car IS luminous yellow?
Yeah.
Members of the jury...
are you agreed upon a verdict?
We are.
Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty of supplying cocaine?
Not guilty.
And is that the verdict of you all?
It is.
Alison Wade...you are free to leave.
'As I said in my summing up, this verdict is likely to have profound consequences.'
Sorry, George... George Wade, I'm arresting you on suspicion of perjury
and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be used in evidence.
David Wade...
I'm arresting you on suspicion of perjury and conspiracy...
I'm with my kids, for God's sake.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not say something which you later rely on in court. I'm with my kids!
Mum! Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand what that means?
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