DETECTIVE INSPECTOR ALEC HARDY

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“We’ll be in touch.  Too good for it, are you?  Just got a call.  Coast guard reported something down by the shore.  Oh, God, don’t do this to me.  Come on.  Off the beach.  Hey, this area is off limits as of now.  Calm down, DS Miller.  Shut it off.  Be professional.  You’re working a case now.  Alec Hardy.  Really?  You want to do that now?  Tell me!  Is this a suicide spot?  Answer the question.  Find out where SOCO are.  We have to move fast or that tide’ll be in.  Oh, God, who’s that?  No, come on, come on.  Get off the beach.” — Alec Hardy

Do they let people walk along here, no safety barriers?  It’s a death trap.  How’s it going?  Get on that pathologist, tell him to hurry up, even if it is just preliminary.  Who’s that?  He seems to know you.  No statements now. — Alec Hardy

“Are they all in there?  No.  How many deaths like this have you worked?  You can’t make it better.  Don’t try.  Most likely premise is abduction.  Was he taken?  If so, who by?  Watch them.  Every movement.  Anything doesn’t make sense, you tell me.  Don’t look at me like that.” — Alec Hardy

Morning.  Morning.  I’m Detective Inspector Alec Hardy, and you know DS Miller.  Why don’t you take a seat, we just need to talk about something.  Sit down here.  I’ll get a chair.  Don’t worry, I can get it.  The body of a young boy was found… we believe it’s Danny’s body. — Alec Hardy

“We don’t know yet.  Can you think why he might’ve been up on the cliffs last night or this morning?  How was Danny over the past few days?  And you last saw him when?  Anyone see Danny this morning?  Any signs of force entry or disturbance around the house?” — Alec Hardy

Was Danny Latimer abducted?  Did someone gain access to the house, if so, how?  If it wasn’t forced entry, who has the key?  We need to collect any CCTV from a mile radius around the house.  Miller, the family, who are they and where were they?  Until we’re ready, all of this remains confidential.  No gossip, you understand?  Right, go on. — Alec Hardy

“No.  I was completely exonerated.  I came to do whatever the job requires.  This happened a stone’s throw from your station.  I’ve met your team, no one’s as qualified as me.  Sandbrook doesn’t make me vulnerable, it makes me the best man for the job.  You want to stop me, you’re welcome to try.  Thanks for the 99.” — Alec Hardy

Jenkinson?  No.  Miller, your son went to school with Danny.  Does he know yet?  I’ll need to talk to him.  Why?  Ellie.  Ellie.  No.  You married? — Alec Hardy

“What do you have?  Any sexual violence?  Time of death?  Thank you.” — Alec Hardy

We have some preliminary findings.  We are treating Danny’s death as suspicious.  We think he may have been killed.  I promise, we will find the person responsible.  You have my word. — Alec Hardy

“You okay?  No.  Don’t know.  Maybe.” — Alec Hardy

“For God’s sake!  Bloody twitter!  These people’s lives have been destroyed.  And now our incompetence has made it worse.  Think what we have to do now to rebuild trust there.  Who told the journalist?  Your nephew?  Go away.” — Alec Hardy

This is a short statement to confirm that the body of an 11-year-old child was found on Harbor Cliff beach at Broadchurch.  The body was subsequently identified as Daniel Latimer, who lived in the town.  We are treating the death as suspicious.  Our investigations are continuing, and there’l be a full briefing later this evening.  We ask that the media respect the family’s privacy at this time.  Thank you very much. — Alec Hardy

“Hi.  Yeah.  I don’t know.  I’m going up.  Stay out of my way.” — Alec Hardy

Press conference in 10 minutes.  Is that Danny?  He snuck out.  Why?  Where was he going?  Who was he meeting?  Yeah.  But it isn’t there?  Check with the family.  Good. — Alec Hardy

“The crime rate in this area is one of the lowest in the country.  This is a terrible anomaly.  We are in the early moments of what might be a complex investigation.  Danny’s life touched many people, and we’ll be looking at all those connections.  If you or someone you know has any information, has noticed anything unusual, please come forward now.  Um, I’d urge everyone, don’t hide anything.  Because we will find out.  If a member of your family, or a friend, or a neighbor has been behaving differently in the past days or weeks, please tell the police immediately.  There will be no hiding place for Danny’s killer.  We will catch whoever did this.” — Alec Hardy

I know.  You came to the briefing last night.  You’re astonishing.  I don’t drink coffee.  I walked Danny’s paper round.  There’s a hut on Briar Cliff.  Mile and  a half along the coast from where Danny’s body was found.  Find out who owns it and the car park below.  Collect the CCTV from the camera there.  How’re we doing on the house-to-house?  And that’s all they’ve given us? — Alec Hardy

“Don’t tell the family.  Uniform are moaning they’re having to take calls.  Clear desk policy end of the day, yeah?  Danny’s skateboard.  Danny’s mobile.  Priority.  Also, main suspects.  You know this town, who’s the most likely?  If the boy was killed before he was left on the beach.  Where’s the murder scene?  What’re you doing now?” — Alec Hardy

You said you’d remembered something about seeing Danny.  What was he doing?  You’re certain it was the postman?  Can you describe him for me? — Alec Hardy

“Did her brother have anything to do with it?  Fix a time to come down to the station, make a formal statement.  Nobody ever is.  Miller.  Postman.  Come on.” — Alec Hardy

Or an argument?  Don’t say that.  No need to worry.  Don’t reassure people.  Let them talk. — Alec Hardy

“What’s that?  I can’t eat that.  Postman’s alibi is confirmed, four times.  He was with his mates all night, the night Danny was killed.  Do we have any reason to disbelieve the postman?  How’s Marshall’s eyesight?  Does he have any reason to lie?  And do we think that the money and the drugs from the house are connected?  Is that cash for the supply of cocaine?” — Alec Hardy

Hello again.  DI Alec Hardy, Wessex police.  Anthony Ryan, who owns the hut up on Briar Cliff said you held the keys.  He said he’d phone ahead and let you know to have the keys ready.  Well, I need the keys.  Just want to look inside the place.  Routine.  I’ll have the keys back with you as soon as we’re done.  Sure.  Let me know if there’s anything of interest. — Alec Hardy

“Miller!  CCTV from the car park below the hut.  Mark Latimer.  The night Danny snuck out of his bedroom.  Waiting for someone.  I don’t.  But I bet I”m right  Tape’s run out.  Is there another one?  Bollocks!  What’re you saying?  Oh, for God’s sake, who let you in?  Oh, come on, I want to get you out.  And who told you this?  Where’d you get this from?” — Alec Hardy

Where’s that?  And you’re saying Danny Latimer wants us to know that he was put in a boat before he died?  And I want you to know that nothing offends me more then cranks wasting police time.  Amazing.  I love this, the phone engineer who hears voices from the dead.  Oh, you’re a reluctant psychic.  A child has died.  And you come in with this self-indulgent horseshit.  You know what happens around a murder, Mr. Connelly?  A whole industry grows up, of groupies and rubberneckers and people who want to touch the case.  You’re just the first.  Don’t let me see you around here again.  Get him out. — Alec Hardy

“Every big case, these people come crawling out the woodwork.  He has the bloody nerve to come in our office!  Check his details, find out who he is, rule him out, just to be sure.  Mark Latimer lied to us about where he was that night.  See you later.  Right.  Anything else?” — Alec Hardy

Um…  Thursday night, the night Danny went missing, where were you?  How long did that take?  No.  There was no callout.  We have CCTV footage of the car park at the top of Briar Cliff.  You were there at 7:30.  Well.  Checking CCTV in the area.  Now, what did you do that night?  The first thing we do is eliminate people from the investigation.  You tell me where you were, who you were with, how long for.  I can eliminate you from suspicion.  It’s entirely methodical.  You don’t give me those facts, I can’t eliminate you.  And if I can’t eliminate you, you’re a person of interest.  I’m sure this is all very straightforward.  What time?  What’s your mate’s name?  Sorry?  You can’t remember the name of your friend?  Where did you go?  You think?  This was three days ago.  And is there any reason you wouldn’t want to tell me the name of your mate?  This is only about who killed Danny.  Nothing else.  When you came in, you went straight to bed?  Can your wife confirm what time you came back?  Mark, who you met.  It’s a big gap in your recollection.  Sorry.  What?  Right.  Anything else? — Alec Hardy

“What’s that?  It makes no sense.  The body found at the bottom of Harbour Cliff.  Why move him there?  Why not just throw him off here?  Perfectly good cliff to chuck a body over.  Any boats gone missing recently?  What time’s Mark Latimer coming in?  Look at the evidence in front of you, and stop behaving like you’re his bloody solicitor.” — Alec Hardy

You do it.  In you go.  Very inspiring.  Hey, you didn’t mention how we can all discount Mark Latimer, or your own exhaustive list of suspects.  We need to interview your son.  You should have an appropriate adult, not you, obviously.  Relative, maybe?  Latimer’s downstairs.  We should start. — Alec Hardy

“It’s more that you tried to lie.  And Thursday night, you were with a mate?  But yesterday, you could not remember the name of that mate… okay.  So, you couldn’t remember the name of the man that you work with all day?” — Alec Hardy

You know where this is?  Ever been there?  When you say a weekend or two back… if it’s a rental property, who called you out?  Just you or your mate Nige?  Mark, do you own a boat? — Alec Hardy

“A boat, prints at the murder scene and an alibi made up overnight.  Ask Pete what Mark told Beth about Thursday night.  See if it marries up.  And while we check, Mark stays here.  What are you looking for here, Miller, an easy answer to this?  The least pain?  It won’t work like that.  Do you?  Really?” — Alec Hardy

100 quid says that’s the boat they used and those hairs belong to Danny Latimer.  They’re panicking, Miller.  Panicking’s fantastic, that is exactly what we want.  Starting to show themselves.  I’ll tell you what else, they’re an amateur, they haven’t done this before.  That’s too clumsy, burning the boat like that and so soon.  That’s a big mistake they’ve made.  That’s like oxygen to us.  Breathe it in, Miller, we’re getting somewhere. — Alec Hardy

“Um, it’s too early to talk about specific types of evidence.  You have to understand the work that is going on there.  Every grain of sand has to be gone through.  Every cigarette butt or stray hair, shard of plastic, fingernail, toenail, piece of skin, has to be tested.  We will do everything we can to limit the effect on your livelihoods, but my priority is to a thorough and efficient investigation.” — Alec Hardy

A mistake was made.  A big mistake.  I don’t want to talk about it.  We won’t. — Alec Hardy

“He’s a suspect.  He was seen with the body.  The information that I gave him has bearing on the witness who was accusing him.  Everyone we have interviewed is capable.  It just takes the right circumstances.  Who says I sleep?  Have you seen this?” — Alec Hardy

Things fall apart. — Alec Hardy

“I’m sorry.  I apologize for any error of judgement.” — Alec Hardy

Rational.

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MARK LATIMER

“Here you go.  I did.  You told me to piss off.  I do.  It’s probably just a fuse.  Not getting involved.  Morning, Liz.  Love you zillions.  Er, oi! I’ve gotta go, I’m late meeting Nige.  No, he’d already gone.  All right, I’m late.” — Mark Latimer

“All right, you lot?  How’s it going, all right?  Sports day isn’t it, Tom?  You show ’em what you got.  Yeah, definitely, I’ll text you later.  Bye, Joe.  Sorry!  Where were you for five-a-side last Tuesday?  No excuses next time, eh?  Morning, ladies!  Hey.  Morning, Ol.  Beautiful weather, eh?  How’s your mum doing, is she all right?  Pass her my love, won’t you?  No, no.  All right, Maggie?  I’ve got your ad renewal for you there, Mag.  Sorry, no one’s perfect, eh?  Lovely morning for you.  All right, Becca?  Your hotel started that tradesman’s discount yet?  Class?  I’m all class, me.  You’re late.  There’s all them lovely tourist girls, Nige, ripe for your picking.  How about you just drive?” — Mark Latimer

“Yeah.  Let him finish.  Plenty of those kids have those shoes.  Sorry.  You talk.  Hey.  Hey.  It’s all right.  Hey, hey, hey.  Hey!  Well, he obviously was.  He didn’t kill himself, if that’s what you’re suggesting.  He wouldn’t kill himself.  He knows he can talk to us about anything.  No, nothing.  I want to see the body.  You might be wrong about it being him.  So I want to be sure.  I want to see.  How many times you done this, Elle?  All right, Trev.  No.  I’m in a bit of a rush, mate.  I dunno, mate.  I’ll see how it goes, eh?” — Mark Latimer

“All this way I thought it wouldn’t be him.  My Danny.  Can I touch him, Elle?  Why him, eh, yeah?  He’s only little, isn’t he?  He’s just my little boy, isn’t he?  Listen, boy.  Er… I’m sorry that I, er… I wasn’t there for you.  And, uh… you’re my boy, Danny, and I let you down.  And I’m so, so sorry.  I love you zillions, superstar.  I always will.” — Mark Latimer

“Known what?  I keep thinking he’s going to walk back in.  Every time my phone goes, I think it’s Danny.  Beth… why didn’t you?  I told you.  I was on a job.” — Mark Latimer

“Is this necessary?  When do we start arranging the funeral?” — Mark Latimer

“Enjoy your moment of glory, did you?  We don’t need you.  We don’t need your support.  Your God left my son for dead!  Too slow, mate.  What am I, a suspect?” — Mark Latimer

“On a call-out.  Call came through, I don’t know, early evening, about half 6:00, old family’s system had packed in, you know?  Most of the night.  It was a nightmare boiler.  So I was there pretty late.  Uh… so you’re snooping on me now?  In the murder of my own son? I met a mate.  You know, we drove off otgether, and then he dropped me back at the car park and I came home.  3:00 or 4:00 in the morning.  Maybe. I can’t remember.  I think we just had a drive around.  Bite to eat.  Bit of a drink, you know.  Yeah, and a lot’s happened since then.  Um… It’ll come back to me.  I’m just knackered.  I haven’t been sleeping, you know, all the stuff on the news.  Heads not straight.  Yeah.  Uh, no.  She was asleep.” — Mark Latimer

“Hey, mate.  Hey, it’s all right.  It’s all right, I’m here.  Come here.  Come here.  There we go, eh?  I’m so sorry, mate.” — Mark Latimer

“You okay?  What do we do with it all?  Just routine.  For them, at least.  It’s all right.  It’s all right.  I’ll be back in two ticks.  Nothing to worry about.” — Mark Latimer

“Sorry about yesterday afternoon.  What with everything I don’t know, I was  a little bit hazy when you were asking me all those questions.  I was just confused, I suppose.  All the days are blending into one, you know.  The boiler that I said I’d done, that Wednesday night.  You know how it is.  Yeah, I was, yeah.  It was Nige, who I work with.  Just the shock, I suppose, doing funny things.  Yeah, you go ahead, Elle.  Yeah, that’s the rental place on Briar Cliff, ain’t it?  Yeah, I was there a weekend or two back.  It was a burst pipe.  I don’t know, three at the outside.  Nicky, who does our paperwork for us, she’d have the exact date on the old invoice.  She’s away with the kids this week, though.  I don’t know.  This woman.  I can’t remember her name.  I picked the keys up from her at the caravan park.  No, just me.  It was an emergency call out.  They were all worried about getting the place flooded or something.  Nige was away with his mum.  Yeah.” — Mark Latimer

“I did not kill my son!” — Mark Latimer

“I’m glad it looks that way.  Yeah, I reckon I tried everything, mate.  Yoga, boxing, meditating even.  And as for all that bloody counseling… God knows how long I’ve spent talking about it, writing diaries, drawing bloody pictures of my emotional state.  None of it’s even touched the sides.  But there’s one thing I think about all the time.  I can’t get it off my head, and it’s how we got it wrong.  Joe Miller.  You know, we should have just thrown him over that cliff while we had the chance, mate.  But we were merciful, weren’t we?  We — yeah, we did what good people do.  But if… if I could go back and change it three years, then I would.  ‘Cause he’s out there, isn’t he?  Still… living… and free.  You know?  And after all the talking and all the counseling, this anger, it’s not going anywhere.  It’s getting worse.” — Mark Latimer

Joe Miller

“Here’s mummy!  Are things bad?  Need a hug?  Ah, second go at tea.  First one, bit of an apocalypse.  Wasn’t it, Fred?  And I’m still smiling!  In bed.  No, I got the text.  I kept him away from it all.  Do you know what happened?  Should we be worried?  For other kids?  how’s the new boss?  Come here.  It’s all right.  Come here.  You can.” — Joe Miller

“You were shouting in your sleep.” — Joe Miller

“Hello.  I’m sure it’s just a shower, we’ll go to the playground later.  I got you a hot chocolate.  Come on.  Let’s just have a bit of time doing something normal.  You are safe.  Okay?  Me and your mum will protect you.  This is a terrible, unspeakable thing that’s happened.  But nothing like it will ever happen again here.  All right, Trev.  Trev.  You all right?” — Joe Miller

Oliver Stevens

“Survived sports day!  Not only that, coffees!  That’s three shots.  So Reg didn’t turn up.  Red Lion.  Ah!  Camera phone.  I took ’em myself.  Why do you still use Reg?  He always lets you down.  Well… oh, my God.  It’s the Daily Mail.  It’s my application.  Bastards.  I’ve tried them all.  Sure.” — Oliver Stevens

“DS Miller!  Ellie!  Auntie Ellie!  Olly Stevens, Broadchurch Echo.  I was down at the other end, they said you’d be here.  Why’s the beach been closed?  I heard there was a body.  Has it been ID’d?  Please.” — Oliver Stevens

“Is it Danny Latimer?  I’ve just seen Chloe at the beach.  It is, isn’t it?  It is him.  Oh, my God, the poor kid.  No, I understand, Auntie Ellie.” — Oliver Stevens

“I was wrong to post that news.  I’m sorry.” — Oliver Stevens

“Right, okay, where are you at the moment?  Yeah, well, Danny’s sister left one of his toys down there earlier, that must have started it.  Um, okay, so your best option is The Traders Hotel.  It’s opposite our offices on the high street.  Becca, who runs it, you tell her that you know us, she’ll give you a good rate.  I hope so, yeah.  I mean, that would… no one.  A girl.  Woman.  Good luck.  Not that you…” — Oliver Stevens

“Yeah.  Oh.  Karen.  Yeah.  Well, you know, when the fuses haven’t blown.  Yeah, of course!  Um, you can take… Karen was just wondering if there was a spare desk.  I thought…” — Oliver Stevens

“Okay.  It’s the only town for about 20 miles.  There’s one road in, one road out.  Market twice weekly.  Well, a lot have been here all their lives, generations.  Some of them haven’t even been, like, 50 miles outside of town.  And then there’s the incomers.  Young families who left cities when they had babies.  They came here ’cause they were interested in the schools and the sea.  We get tourists for six weeks in the summer, but we’re a working town mainly.  It’s mostly theft from lock-ups, odd bit of drug use, drink driving.  Seriously.  I do the weekly crime report in the paper with one of the uniforms.  About 30 offenses a week, but mostly all are minor.  We’ve never had a murder.  Yeah.  Clubs, schools, council meetings.  Maggie says we celebrate the everyday.  I want to work on a national.  I want to be you, basically.  How come you were here so quick?” — Oliver Stevens

Jack Marshall

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Television | Supporting Actor in 2014

1 win: 2014

“I assumed he was sick.  They all do, one time or another.  No different from usual.  He was only in here 15 minutes first thing.  I’m not a psychiatrist.  No.  Are you?  They brought him in here, Mark and Beth.  Three days old, he was.  It’s not right.” — Jack Marshall

“Couldn’t stop thinking about him all last night.  I help run the sea brigade.  Danny had been coming about 18 months, on and off.  Cheeky lad, but a good heart.  It matters, a good heart.  Must’ve been end of last month.  Around a quarter to 8:00 on a Wednesday morning.  On the road leading up to the cliff tops on the way to Linton Hill.  I saw him.  Talking to the postman.  Well… not talking.  More like arguing.  He was quite a way away.  But the body language was pretty clear.  Then Danny stormed off.  The postman was calling after him.  Well, he had a bag.  And one of those high-visibility jackets.  Who else is going to be out that time in the morning?  He was a long way off.  Medium height, short brown hair, I think.  It was only after you were in yesterday that I remembered.  I should’ve mentioned.” — Jack Marshall

“£4.79.  I don’t talk to the press.  I have.  I sell them.  I don’t want to be in them.  Don’t get smart.  Are you gonna leave nicely or do I have to ring the police?  I won’t.  Bloody parasites.  20, is it?” — Jack Marshall

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Chloe Latimer

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“Oh, mum, I’ve got a temperature.  I’m not going.  Okay.  I’ve got a temperature.” — Chloe Latimer

“He’ll be with his class.  I can’t believe you’re making me come to this.  Oh, all right, I’ll go in.” — Chloe Latimer

“I know.  It doesn’t feel real.  Come on, let’s go.  I want to do this.  Nobody knows.  Let’s go.” — Chloe Latimer

“Why have you released his name?  Did you agree to that?  It’s on twitter.  From the Broadchurch Echo.  Daniel Latimer.  I’ve got a google alert on ‘Broadchurch’ and ‘death.’  Well, it’s a good job I have, otherwise we wouldn’t have known.” — Chloe Latimer

“He’s not just evidence.  He’s my brother.” — Chloe Latimer

“Have you told my mum and dad?  About the wrap?  Please don’t.  It’s not mine.  I don’t use it.  I swear I don’t.  No!  This isn’t anything to do with Danny, I promise.  It was a mistake.  A big mistake.  It’s one tiny wrap.  No, you said you wouldn’t.  I was just passing it on.  Becca Fisher.  I work for her some weekends.  What money?  I don’t know anything about any money, I swear.  Oh, God, I’m gonna get in such trouble.” — Chloe Latimer

“They’re watching telly.  The police found the coke.  They were searching the house for stuff about Danny.  Nothing.  I didn’t say.  They didn’t push it.  Stop worrying.  I know, let’s make this all about you!  Piss off, Dean!  No.  Go on, I want to be on my own.  I’m serious!  Go!  Or do you want me to tell my mum and dad?” — Chloe Latimer

“Why?  What’re you doing with that?  How do you know so much?  I’m not talking to the papers.  Thanks.  What you doing?” — Chloe Latimer

“Why do they want to talk to you, dad?  Okay.  What do we do today?” — Chloe Latimer

Maggie Radcliffe

“All right, Mark?  Ah, a week late.” — Maggie Radcliffe

“Ah, Olly!  You’re back!  Ah.  Right.  Double page spread, and spell all the children’s names correctly, please.  I don’t want the parents berating me.  What?  You mean we’ve got no pictures?  Ah.  Good initiative, Olly.  Show me how to download these.  I see Reg in the supermarket every Saturday.  We look after our own here.  Oh, look at their little faces!  That’s very nice.  You’ve almost got an eye.  I tell Reg I’m using camera phone pictures in the paper, he’ll be back and sober within the hour.  Open it!  Oh, sweetheart.  There’s plenty of other newspapers.  You’re good, petal, your time will come.  Now look, text from Yvonne.  She says the beach is closed off for some reason.  Go down and check it out, will you?  Get yourself some fresh air.” — Maggie Radcliffe

“Well, go on.  I should hang him by the bollocks from the town hall spire.  All reporting on this will come through me now.  The Echo works with the police.  I’ll speak to the Latimer family, give them our apologies.” — Maggie Radcliffe

“They’ll appreciate it.  When they’re done, I suppose.  No time soon.  Maggie Radcliffe.  I’m the editor.  You’re here fast.  Long time ago now.  No.  Well, we’re a very busy operation here.  And if I give you a desk, what happens if others start showing up?” — Maggie Radcliffe

Liz Roper

“Hi, mum.  Hello, love.  Cheerio, love.” — Liz Roper

“Fresh eggs!  We had a bumper lay.  Look at them, eh?  Have you now?” — Liz Roper

“Oh, my God!” — Liz Roper

“Will they get it back?  For goodness sake, Chloe!” — Liz Roper

“If she wants us to do it, it’s necessary, isn’t it?” — Liz Roper

“You don’t want crisps.  Where you going?  You should clear it with Pete.  Well, let me go for you.  Give me a list.  I want to help you.” — Liz Roper

“Oh, it’s not about me, is it?  It’s Beth and Mark I worry about.  This helps.  It was a good service.  It meant a lot to me and to the others who came.  After the last couple of days.  Hardly credit it, can you?  But people never know what they need until it’s given to them.  That’s what we want from you.  All of us.  Go out, connect with the town.  I’m praying that’s why God placed you here.  Our challenge is your challenge.  Help us.” — Liz Roper

“Well, you can’t say we’re not being thought of.” — Liz Roper

Dean Thomas

“Chlo, I dunno what to say.  Are the police around?  Seriously.  What’re they asking?  Do they know about us?  ‘Cause you ain’t 16 yet.  You sure you’re okay?  Do you want me to do it?” — Dean Thomas

“You sure your mum and dad don’t know you’re here?  We could go up to the hills.  Have a drink.  What?  What did you tell them?  Well, where did they think you got it from?  Stop worrying?  Just ’cause they didn’t ask today, doesn’t mean they’ll just forget about it.  Chlo, I can’t have the police round, my uncle would kill me.  You know that.  I’m sorry.  Don’t be like that.” — Dean Thomas

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