Happy Valley Page #7

Season #2 Episode #3

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(she’s still thinking, and

who knows, maybe she has

touched on something)

Maybe that’s it, maybe that’s all

it was. I just wanted to make sure

I knew where he was. ‘Til he went

back inside.

That sounds convincing enough. And it’s true. It’s part of

the truth, anyway. And whatever, it sounds like something a

therapist would lap up.

THERAPIST:

Going back to the question. Have

you ever contemplated killing

yourself or others. What about him?

Tommy Lee Royce.

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CATHERINE:

My daughter died because of him.

What do you think?

THERAPIST:

Tell me about that.

CATHERINE would still love to grind TOMMY’s severed scrotum

into the dirt. Perhaps more than ever. But she’s not going to

share that thought and risk becoming non-operational.

CATHERINE:

Look. If I’d really wanted to kill

him. I could’ve done. On that

narrow boat, eighteen months since.

I had him on the floor, he was

helpless, I coulda kicked the

stuffing out of him. But I didn’t.

What I actually did was douse him

in foam so he couldn’t set fire to

himself. When it came to it, when

the chips were down, my instinct

was to do the right thing.

THERAPIST:

Do you regret that?

Yes. Big time.

CATHERINE:

(utterly convincing)

No.

CUT TO:

12 INT. NORLAND ROAD POLICE STATION, LOCKER ROOM. DAY 8. 12

10.30

An hour or so later. CATHERINE’s getting her robocop kit on

from her locker. She looks extremely unamused, like she’s

angrily fantasising about what she would like to do to TOMMY

LEE ROYCE. JOYCE appears in the doorway.

JOYCE:

How was it?

(CATHERINE considers going

into the details. But she

really can’t be arsed)

That bad?

CATHERINE:

You can hear yourself talking wank.

It’s dripping off the ceiling and

crawling down the walls, the room’s

so full of it by the time you’ve

finished you’ve to wade through it

in your wellies to get out.

HAPPY VALLEY SERIES TWO. EPISODE THREE. PEACH SCRIPT. 1717.

JOYCE:

D’you fancy a drink? Tonight. D’you

fancy going for something to eat?

CATHERINE’s just about to say “No”, automatically assuming

she’ll be too busy, or too tired, but she realises

CATHERINE:

Yeah. Actually. That’d be nice.

JOYCE:

My treat.

CATHERINE:

Why?

Because she cares about her. Not that she’s going to be

sentimental about it.

JOYCE:

‘Cos I feel like chucking my brass

about.

CATHERINE:

(touched, happy)

Okay.

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