Broken (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Father Michael - full transcript

Father Michael makes a confession. Chloe wreaks revenge.

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I've done one or two decent
things in my life, Peter,

I really have,
but I never flash back to them.

She's dying.
She can't be left alone overnight.

The body of Christ.


Bye, Michael.

I'm going to pay it all back,
every penny.

The machines in St Nick's are
nothing like those in your shops.

Ours take 10p coins,
yours take ?10 notes.

If he doesn't watch my back,
then why should I watch his?

Why should anyone watch his?

Blinded and killed, Dawn.

White officer kills black
boy on your watch...

and you're not over the detail.

The officer who used the
spray says she did so

because she feared
for Mrs Oyenusi's safety.

That's not true!

They're going to lie.

Broken windows in empty hallways

A pale dead moon in a
sky streaked with grey

Human kindness is overflowing

And I think it's gonna rain today.

This time, please.

Just this once, yeah?

For on the night He was betrayed,
He himself took bread and,

giving you thanks,
He said the blessing...

broke the bread and gave
it to His disciples, saying,

"Take this, all of you...

"and eat of it,

"for this is my body

"which will be given up for you."

You little horror.

In a similar way...

when supper was ended,

He took the chalice
and giving you thanks,

He said the blessing...

and gave the chalice
to His disciples saying,

"Take this, all of you,
and drink of it...

A reading from the Holy Gospel...


Six days later...

"the blood...

Have you got something
to say for yourself?

"of the new and eternal covenant...


"which will be poured out for you

"and for many for the
forgiveness of sins.

"Do this in memory of me."

I took a trip to the year 3000

This song had gone multiplatinum.

Oh, no.

It had outsold.

Father Michael.

We drove around in a time machine.

Hello, Chloe.

Hi, Father.
How are you?


The boys?


Leo's missed a lot of school.

Has he?

I'll talk to him.

I could murder a cup of tea.

It's a bit inconvenient right now,

Look, Chloe,
your mam asked me to keep an eye on you.

I'm going nowhere.

Hey, Leo, Jake.

How are you doing for money?

Mum had pension or insurance
or something through work.

It starts Friday.
Till then?

Well, shall we make a start on this,

and I'll get you vouchers
for the food bank?

Get there pizzas.

I have two things to say to you,
members of the jury.

First, you'll remember that we
opened and adjourned this inquest

pending the findings of the Independent
Police Complaints Commission.

The Commission has decided no action
should be taken against any officer

involved in this case and so
this inquest can now resume.

Second, I'll introduce the
various interested parties to you.

Starting on my left we have Mr Lambert,

representing Patricia Greaves

of the North West Mental
Health Foundation Trust.

Mr Marsh representing Rebecca Milton of the
North West Mental Health Foundation Trust.

Miss Hennessy representing
Pamela Winderton

of the North West Mental
Health Foundation Trust.

Mr Fogarty representing Elaine Cosgrove

of the North West Mental
Health Foundation Trust.

Mrs Ofoeme representing PC Andrew Powell

of the Low Marsh Police Force.

Mr Wright representing PC Dawn Morris

of the Low Marsh Police Force.

Mr Lloyd representing Police
Sergeant Denis Kilcaid

of the Low Marsh Police Force

and Mr Newton representing
PC Ian Wakefield

of the Low Marsh Police Force.

And over here we have Mrs Helen Oyenusi

representing herself.

But Eastbrook wasn't all bad.
There was Saint Nick's...

and Father Michael.

He and Vernon got on well,

and I was so grateful
for that because...

he wouldn't take his medication,
you see, unless he trusted you.

But the sicker he got,
the less he trusted you.

The sicker he got,
the more he needed the medicine,

the less chance of him ever taking it.

But Father Michael always
managed to persuade him.


Had Father Michael been
around that night...

Vernon would still be alive.

I know it.

I am black,

a Christian and a mother.

I should therefore forgive everyone
involved in the death of my son

and astonish you all with
the strength of my faith.

I will not play that game.

I will not forgive people who
have not asked to be forgiven.

I will not forgive people
who lied to the IPCC

and will no doubt lie to this inquest.

First give me truth and justice,

and I will think about forgiveness.

Is there anything else
you'd like to say,

anything you think might
be relevant to this inquest?

No, sir.
Thank you, Mrs Oyenusi.

I think we'll leave it there for today

and meet tomorrow at ten o'clock.

I'm sorry, I, erm,
I should've warned you, Chloe.

Could you lend me 20 quid, please?

Till Friday.

Anything up to 200
quid goes in the safe,

anything over 200 quid goes to the bank.

She gets it the following afternoon...

Jesus Christ! Fucking hell!

Hello, Michael Kerrigan.


Did you lose money on them?

Could she have done?

Manager says he's never seen her, so...

What's your name?

Your first name, then?

May I? May I tell them?

Her name's Chloe Demichelis.

Her mother was Roz Demichelis.


lost a lot of money on these machines

and, er...

she took her own life.

Why d'you close?

I thought it was for the best.

Oh, fuck.

What's wrong?

They're just machines, Chloe.

Expensive machines, yes,
but they're just machines and

machines are replaceable.
People are not.

I was really saddened to hear
about your mother, Chloe,

and you have all my sympathy, my love.

Now, I'm not saying we
didn't profit from her losses,

because we did,
but others profited a hell of a lot more

and you can't say if we'd refused
her custom, it would have made

any difference, cos it wouldn't,
Chloe, my love, it wouldn't.

I was wondering, Officer,
if it's all right

to just forget this ever happened,
if that's possible at all?

I'm sure it is.

You see, I lost my mother, too,
Chloe, when I was very young.

It was natural causes so a lot less...

Well, there are no words, are there?

No words to describe
what you've been through

so we'll just leave it
at that."a lot less..."

So I understand why you've done this,

I understand it.

I forgive it.

It's forgotten.

We're full but we need to
find a bed from somewhere.

We're a small unit and we know
everybody in our care and we don't

want to send anybody home so my
first response was to say, "No."

So what if a young
man's desperately ill?

He's not one of ours.

We don't know him, we don't have
to see his suffering, so say no.

But that'd be cowardly and immoral.

We need to make a decision and
there are three possibilities.

I lied to Helen when I said
that Vernon was the least unwell.

He was ONE of the least unwell.

But he was certainly the most loved.

Helen had shown herself to be
a wonderful, loving mother...

and who could come to any harm
going home to a mother such as that?

That's why we picked Vernon...

because he was so loved.

The noise is going to drive you mad,
though, Ryan.

It's all right when the racing's on,
it drowns it.

But no racing, and it gets to you.

And when someone wins...

Oi, you stupid bitch!

Aitch. She's at it again.

Fucking hell!

Right! It's a few home truths for you,

Lots of people enjoy these machines.

Yeah, OK, a few sad bastards
like your mother get addicted

but that don't mean you ban them.

You don't ban booze cos of
a few pissheads, do you?

So you don't ban these cos of a few
headcases like your bleeding mother!

And what are you bringing her tea for?!
Look at her.

She's just destroyed
four brand-new machines.

She needs it.

So she burns the shop down, what're
you going to do, invite her to dinner?


I know what you want, sweetheart,
and you're not going to get it.

I am NOT calling the police so
you can go all drama queen on us.

I'm calling a lawyer.

And he'll take out a
restraining order on you

banning you from all my shops.

So next time you do your chain-gang
thing, you'll go straight to prison

cos it's not criminal damage any more,
it's contempt of court.

Contempt of court means
straight to prison cos you're not

upsetting little old me,
you're upset a High Court fucking judge.

God bless.

Will you promise not to do it again?

What he said was right.
contempt of court, you'd go to prison.

It'll be with you all your life.

It'll stop you getting jobs.


If I swore to you I'll get him,
this bookie...

will you promise you'll keep
away from those machines?

Are you supposed to
say things like that?


Sunday, ten o'clock mass.

Come and see it if you like.


Would you?
Do you want a hand?



'The Lord be with you.'

And also with you.

A reading from the Holy
Gospel according to Matthew.

Glory to you, O Lord.

And Jesus entered the temple
of God and cast out all those

who were buying and selling in
the temple and he overturned the

tables of the money changers and the
seats of those who sold the doves.

And he said to them, "It is written.
My house shall be called

"a house of prayer,
but you have made it a den of thieves."

The Gospel of the Lord.

Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

I love that passage.

Christ driving the money
changers out of the temple.

In John's version he drives them
out with a whip.even better.

I like it because it
shows Christ's humanity.

Even He was prone to anger.

Righteous anger.

As Christians we're meant
to try and emulate Christ.

Are we allowed to emulate that bit?

Are we allowed a bit of righteous anger?

I hope so.

There's a young woman here today,

whose mother took her
own life very recently.

She got addicted to those
machines in the betting shop

and she stole from her employer and
she couldn't live with her shame.

Does that not make you angry?

Those machines take up to ?100 per spin

and they spin three times a minute...

ten times faster than the
fastest croupier on the planet.

So fast, in fact,
that if you walked in there with ?1,000,

you'd be skint in less than ten minutes.

Nobody walks in with ?1,000, of course,

because these machines
are in our poorest areas.

16 in Hallcross Road. Why is that?

Because if you've only got a fiver
to last you the rest of the week,

it makes eminent sense to gamble it.

So 16 machines in Hallcross Road,
all feeding off our poverty.

Does that not make you angry?

And these machines, well,
they're a capitalist's dream.

They don't need food or shelter.
They don't need wages.

You just buy them and line
them up against the wall

and off they go, sucking up our money.

Our money!

Money from one of the poorest
communities in Western Europe

given to shareholders living
in the rich South East.

Does that not make you angry?!

But these ARE just machines.

Christ, in righteous anger,
took a whip to human beings.

If we, in righteous anger,
took a hammer to those machines,

would we be condemned or applauded?

I didn't volunteer for armed response,
they asked me to join.

I went away and thought about it
for days and went back and said yes.

And I didn't do it for
the kudos because no-one,

apart from a chosen few,
ever knew I was in it.

And I didn't do it cos
I relished the prospect

of shooting someone.I honestly
hoped it would never come to that.

They asked me if I was
sure I could do it...

shoot someone.

I said I would only know that
if and when it came to it

and anyone who told you
different was a fool

and shouldn't be in armed
response in the first place.

And now I know of course, I could do it.

PC Andrew Powell's at the
door when I get there,

but no sooner am I out the car than
he's trying to force the door open.

I don't know why.

He disappears inside.
Vernon Oyenusi comes out

with his hand to his face like that.

I now know he'd been sprayed.
I didn't know that then.

Then I thought he'd been
punched or he was trying to

hide his face for some reason.

He starts shouting,
"I'm blind" and he's coming towards me

waving that knife.

"I'm blind. I'm blind."

But if he really is blind,
how come he's heading straight for me?

How come he knows where I am?

And if he is really blind,
that's only going to make it worse

cos he's waving that knife about and he
could cut anybody without even knowing it.

"Armed police! Put down the knife!"

You're trained to say it loud and clear.
"I will fire".

They must be in no doubt whatsoever
that you will pull that trigger.

Loud, clear, firm.

"Put down the knife.I will fire."

God knows what it sounded like to him

but in here I'm not loud,
clear and firm at all,

in here I'm begging with him,
"Please, please, please stop."

Armed police!
Put down the knife or I will fire!

He doesn't stop...

and I know I'll have to shoot him.

And the one thing you can't do is miss.

You miss, you hit an innocent bystander

so you're trained to aim for the chest.

Always the middle of the chest.

I fire.

I meant to fire only the once but
the trigger's so sensitive it

goes off twice and I immediately
think people are going to accuse me

of wanting to finish
him off but not at all,

it just went off twice.

Is there anything else
you'd like to add,

anything that might be
relevant to this inquest?

Could I say a few words to Mrs Oyenusi?

Yes, of course.

I've got kids of my own, Mrs Oyenusi.

I can't imagine what
you're going through.

I am so, so sorry.

Hello, Chloe.

Is this where Mum came?


What happens when those
machines get replaced?

We smash them up again.

They'll put you in prison?


I don't want that.

Shall we wage war by other means, then?



What are you doing?

It can help.

It reminds us that Christ is here,
sharing the pain.

Are you still angry with her?

A bit.

I thought I'd find her hanging.

I was dreading that.

Anything but that.

I read the boys', as well.

I thought all the three of them might
say the same thing, but they didn't.

Was it you that phoned the college?

What makes you think that?

No-one else knew.

Dad came.

Mum had asked him to come and fix
a radiator that didn't need fixing.


He was supposed to find her body,
wasn't he? Wasn't he?

Look, Chloe,
there's things I simply cannot answer.

She's dead.

You can tell me now she's dead.

I can't.

Mum expected to be at home.
You expected her to be at home.

If she HAD been at home,
I would have found her,

I could have stopped it. Why wasn't she?

I think she thought I was
going to try and stop her

so she changed her plans
at the last minute.

And you DID try and stop it?

I can't answer that, Chloe.

If it had been me, if I'd known
what you knew, I'd have stopped it

cos I never would have left her alone.

Do you think I didn't do enough?


Did you like her?


Did she like you?

I think so.

Did she flirt with you?

Yeah, a little.

She had a way of daring
you to tell the truth

so you wanted to tell the truth.


Hey. It's all right.

It's all right.

'You're probably fast
asleep so never mind.

'It's just that Vernon wanted a word,
didn't you, Vernon?

'If you play this in the morning,
maybe you could phone him, Father.

'You know what he's like.

'Doesn't believe a word his mother tells
him but everything you say is gospel.

'No pun intended, Father.'

'Message deleted.'

The coroner has.He's asked a
few witnesses, right at the end,

if there's anything else
that's relevant to the inquest.

And if he asks you,
are you going to tell him about that?

Well, yeah, I'll be on oath.

Will it make any
difference to the verdict?



is it relevant?

He was ranting and raving well
before we put in an appearance.

So you can't say we ratcheted up
the tension by going in there.

That boy should never have been
allowed out of that hospital.

I hear the nurses saying
he was the least unwell.

If that's the case,
I'd hate to see the most.

There was no way he was calming down.

On the contrary,
he was stoking his anger.

I've seen it lots of times.
a man stoking his anger till he's

able to do something he'd never
contemplate when sober and calm.

I knew I had to use that spray.

Had I not used it,
we would not be at his inquest today,

we would be at his mother's.

I know that Andrew Powell
agrees with this because...

Shame on you, girl!
He started to barge the door.

Shame on you, girl!

round about the same time...

Shame on you!
Mrs Oyenusi!

trying to get at Vernon to restrain him.

I know how hard this is for you but,

Mrs Oyenusi,
you have to let the witness speak.

The Taser was out of the
question because of his clothing.

I doubt it would have had any effect.

The truth was they were sending
Vernon home even though

he wasn't well so I can
understand them lying at first.

But they DID go on to
tell the absolute truth

and I respected them for that
and I'm sure Helen did as well.

Is there anything else
you'd like to add,

anything that's relevant
to this inquest?

I was dreading that question.

IS there something?

Helen phoned me that night
to say that Vernon was ill.

She got the answering machine...

and, erm,

I was there as she spoke
but I didn't pick up.

It was, erm...

Well, I'd had a busy day and it was...

It was late and I was tired.

Had I gone round there, had I...

Had I picked up...

Vernon might still be alive.

I swear by Almighty God that
the evidence I shall give shall

be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

And it's going to cost me.

Ever since PC Dawn Morris
first walked into our nick,

we've given her stick...

because she's a woman.

Ever since PC Dawn Morris
first walked into our nick,

she's had to prove she's as
good a copper as any man there.

And I think it's that that
cost Vernon Oyenusi his life.

When I get there,
Vernon's distressed, yes,

but he's no threat to anyone.

It's as his mother says...

he just needs calming down

and I'm trying to do that until...

Dawn and Ian Wakefield
suddenly appear behind Vernon...

and scare the living shit out of him.

See, I think Dawn knows there and
then she's done the wrong thing...

but she can't admit it...

because she's a woman in a man's world.

She's got to get control
of the situation,

prove how decisive she can be.

So she goes for her spray and that's

when I start barging the door
and it's not to grab Vernon...

which is what Dawn said.

It's to stop Dawn spraying
a mentally ill man.

Now I'm screaming at her not to
do it and I know it registers.

I know she realises...

.."Shit, this is a big mistake,"
but what's she going to do?

She's already got the canister
in her hand, she has to use it,

she has to be decisive.

So she sprays him...

and he blunders out...

and we hear two shots.

It is the most stupid thing...

I've ever seen a copper do.

You've reached your decisions, I believe.

How have you answered
question number one?

Did Sergeant Denis Kilcaid act lawfully
or unlawfully in shooting Vernon Oyenusi?


Thank you.

How have you answered
question number two?

Did PC Dawn Morris act lawfully or
unlawfully in spraying Vernon Oyenusi?


Thank you.

And how have you answered
question number three?

Was Vernon Oyenusi lawfully
or unlawfully killed?


Thank you.

Thank you, members of the jury for
the way you've conducted yourselves

throughout this difficult,
demanding and profoundly moving inquest.

I'd like you to leave now,
but if you could wait in the jury room

because there is a document
each of you has to sign.

I'd also like to thank the
administrative staff for ensuring

this inquest proceeded as smoothly
and as efficiently as it did.

Thank you.

And finally, to Mrs Oyenusi,
I wish to offer our deepest sympathy

on the loss of her son.

Vernon's death certificate
will be completed to reflect

the findings of the jury and
will be available to Mrs Oyenusi

on payment of the appropriate fee.
Thank you.


Please say you forgive me.

Why didn't you tell me?

I.I couldn't.

Even when you DID tell
the truth you did so only

because you were too
frightened to lie on oath. Yes?


You didn't do it for me,
you did it for yourself. Yes?


In the name of the Father and of
the Son and of the Holy Spirit.


The grace of Our Lord Jesus
Christ and the love of God

and the communion of the
Holy Spirit be with you all.

And with your spirit.

Brothers and sisters,
let us acknowledge our sins

and so prepare ourselves to
celebrate the sacred mysteries.

For on the night He was betrayed,

He himself took bread...

and, giving you thanks...

You little horror.

He said the blessing...

broke the bread and gave
it to His disciples, saying,

"Take this, all of you, and eat of it

"for this is my body which
will be given up for you."

In a similar way, when supper was ended,
He took the chalice...

You said you'd lived with shame,
but you haven't.

and, giving you thanks,
He said the blessing

and gave the chalice to
his disciples saying...

It's guilt you've lived with.

.."Take this, all of you...

I'm going to kill myself, Michael.

"and drink from.Of it.

"For this is the chalice of my blood,

"the blood of the new
and eternal covenant..."

You bloody hypocrite.

I suppose we're all thieves.

"which will be poured out for you, and
for many for the forgiveness of sins."

"Do this...

"in memory of me."

I really admire you.

Thank you.

Have they been OK with you?

I haven't really been back.
I'm off at the moment.


Suits everyone.


I'm sorry for everything
I put you through.

you didn't put me through anything.


You didn't kill him, either.


And do you always get them?


And they're at their worst
during the consecration?


Why is that, do you think?

Because I know...

in here...

that I'm not fit to be a priest.

So at the supreme moment of priesthood,

the consecration, this...

this reminds me of all the dirty,
filthy things I have

done in my life and of all the dirty,
filthy things that have been

done to me and it says, "How dare
you think yourself worthy of this!"

Well, you're not alone.


No, but other priests have told
me the same thing in the past.

I'm packing it in.

I'll wait till me mam dies
cos it will break her heart

but, when she goes, I'm packing it in.

The woman, Roz,
she once said guilt is YOU knowing

you've done something wrong.

Shame is EVERYONE knowing.

How right she was.

Will you join me?

I can't.


I can't.

This is Michael Kerrigan,
Lord, he's a good priest.

He's quick to forgive others,
slow to forgive himself.

Grant him peace, Lord.


Thank you.

Sorry to bother you, Christina.

I'm Andrew Powell. I'm a copper.

I nicked you once.

I just wanted to have a quick word with's about Father Michael Kerrigan.

I'm sorry for how I treated you.

I don't know what you mean.

When you were young.

I still don't know what you mean.

I was a mess.

Nerves on edge.


You've been a wonderful mother.

That's all that I remember.

Tell me something nice.


Remember Yaffee.he had that donkey?


O God, who commanded us to
honour our father and mother,

have compassion on my mother's soul.

Forgive her her sins

and grant that I may see her again

in the joy of eternal brightness...

through Christ our Lord.


Hiya, Beth, it's me.

She died in the night.

I'm sorry, Beth. I know.

I will, I will.


To there, why not share?

Three, four!

And the load doesn't
weigh me down at all

He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

Kick, rush and threaten everyone.

Brian Marwood.
That's two.

What position?
Outside right.

Outside right, my arse.
You were too slow to play wide right.

My pace was deceptive, mate.

Aye, you were slower than you looked.

Slower than a week in t'nick.

I bet there's not one man here
could live with me over 50 yards.

Hey, are you listening?

Not one man here could
live with me over 50 yards.

Especially you.

Curran. Terry Curran.
I once give him ten yards.

I were six year old!

All right, then, whoever's man enough,
get outside now.50-yard sprint.

I could beat you, hopping.

Aged 50, start from scratch.
Anyone above 50, one yard for each year.

All right?

Come on, then! Are you men or mouses?


Taking this with me.

It's beneath me.

Have you paid in?

Come on, Eddie, don't muck about!

Back to that tree.

Come on, it's pissing down!

It's not all here!
Eddie, man, just start it, will you!

Just start it!

On your marks, get set, go!


When was the last time
you had one of them?

8th of May, 1979.

Drew 2-2 with Leicester
and got relegated.

Will you be all right for the funeral?

Father Adrian's doing it.


I'm not a priest, Beth. I'm an impostor.

You're doing it, you prick!

It was her dying wish.

Good morning, all.

I'd like to thank Father Adrian here

for letting me conduct this
service in his church today.

And I'd like to welcome you all.

Especially the, er, Kerrigan clan,

many of whom haven't
been to mass for years...

so they're probably wondering
whether they can take communion or not.

You can.

I'll give a general
absolution during the service

so there's nothing stopping you.

Please take it.

It would mean so much to me

and to Mam.

In the name of the Father and of
the Son and of the Holy Spirit.


The grace of our Lord
Jesus Christ and the love of God

and the communion of the
Holy Spirit be with you all.

And with your spirit.

As we prepare to celebrate
the mystery of Christ's love,

let us call to mind our sins.

The times I resented
having to visit our mam.

The times I did it out
of duty rather than love.

Oh, how that hurts today.

For on the night He was betrayed,
He himself took bread...

and giving you thanks...

He said the blessing...

broke the bread...

and gave it to His disciples, saying,

"Take this, all of you...

"and eat of it.

"For this is my body

which will be given up for you."

In a similar way...

when supper was ended...

He took the chalice...

and, giving you thanks...

He said the blessing...

and gave the chalice to His disciples,

"Take this, all of you,
and drink from it...

"for this is the chalice of my blood,

"the blood of the new and
eternal covenant which

"will be poured out for you and for
many for the forgiveness of sins.

"Do this in memory of me."

The body of Christ.


The body of Christ.


The body of Christ.


The body of Christ.


The body of Christ.

Amen, you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.


you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.


you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.


you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.

Amen, you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.


you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.

Amen, you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.

Amen, you wonderful priest.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Tell me what it's like in heaven

I hope it's kinder than it is down here

With all the trials and tribulations

All the worry and living in fear

Hallelujah, hallelujah

We might be bruised
but we're not broken.