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Drive! What?

Just drive!

You crazy twat!

You're taking the piss, you!

You stupid prick, you've dropped us

all in the sh*t now,

you stupid bastard!

What's happened?!

You stupid braindead bastard...

He was asking for it.

What's happened? Nothing.

You've dropped us all

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

He was asking for it.

He was asking for it!

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

What's happened?! Nothing has happened!

Nothing's happened?

Nothing's happened?

He's only gone and stabbed someone,

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

What?! Listen, shut it.

He's stabbed someone, the mad twat!

I'll stab you in a minute, yeah?

Colin, just leave it out, yeah?

You'll stab me?!

Hey! Hey, get off him!

Pull over! Pull over now!

Get out! Get out the car now!

You stay there.

Come on then!

What? What?

He was looking at me, right?!

Looking at me like I'm sh*t!

Where is it? What?!

The knife. Where is it?

It's here.

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

Put it down there!

Did he kill him?

Did you kill him?!

I don't know.

'Yeah?' It's Tony.

You bastard!

You got off and left me

to it, you prick. McCabe as well.

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

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

He could be bleeding to

death for all I know, you prick.

Will he live? 'I very much doubt it,

but how would I know?'

Why did you bring that

mad bastard, eh?

The paramedics are here.

He's bad.

How bad? Dunno.

But he'll live, though, yeah?

Eh? Just drive.

Mrs Ward? Yeah.

Mother of Thomas Ward?

Yeah.

We've been told to bring you

down to the Royal, Mrs Ward.

Thomas has had a bit of an accident.

What sort of accident?

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

told to come and get you.

I'm dyeing my hair.

Sorry.

Just a sec.

My daughter.

She spent most of the day getting

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

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

Julie, and look after the kids.

'Why?' Thomas is in hospital.

You lived there long?

Three years.

We used to live by the park

but then we split up,

me and their dad,

so we had to find somewhere cheaper.

Do you still see him?

Only when I have to.

Hello. I'm Margaret Ward.

My son Thomas is here.

Surname, please.

He's had an accident apparently.

Thomas Ward.

If you just hang on,

I'll make a call.

Jennifer? Hi, it's reception.

Mrs Ward is here.

What is it, please?

Mrs Ward?

I'm looking for my son.

Mrs Ward? Thomas Ward.

I'm Jennifer Fielding, Mrs Ward.

Could you come with me, please? Why?

Come with me, please,

Mrs Ward. Please. Where?

There's a room just through here.

Come in, please, Mrs Ward.

Please.

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

Make what?

He was stabbed

earlier this evening

and died just an hour or so ago.

I'm really sorry.

I think you've got the wrong boy.

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

a bit of an accident, that's all.

He was stabbed at

the pizza place on Holt Road,

Mrs Ward,

and died here a short time later.

Where you been?

Out. Where?

Just out.

Who with? No-one.

What, you went out on your own?

Yeah.

You're lying. I'm not!

Will you talk to this one?

I'm going to the toilet.

Hey. Hey!

Hello?

'This is Jennifer Fielding, Mr Ward.

I'm the social worker at the Royal

'and I have some news about

your son, Thomas.'

What is it?

'I have your wife...'

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

Hi.

He's dead.

What you

listening to that shite for?

Fatal stabbing at the pizza place.

Who told you that?

On the telly.

Is he dead?

"Fatal", knobhead.

Of course he's dead.

He's in there.

They want someone to identify him.

What, you haven't done it? No.

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