Accused (2010–2012): Season 1, Episode 6 - Alison's Story - full transcript

Season 1, Episode 6: Alison's Story

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

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 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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