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When SOCOs move the body, they
should look for a missing fingertip.

Over a hundred women are killed

every year by a
husband or partner.

Jagged depressions on the skin

suggests a blade with
a serrated edge.

The knife we found
has a flat blade.

The tip of your broken,
flat-bladed knife.

Nothing happened!
I didn't do anything!

- Are you using again?
- What?

If Roly Henderson's guilty,

his ten-year-old daughter
lost both her parents today.

- Think somebody came through there?
- What?

Broken shelf under a window.

Four years ago, Eleanor Marshall
was bludgeoned to death

at a picnic site ten miles
from here.

And her husband, Simon Marshall,
claimed that she'd been killed

by a stranger who cut off her
finger using a hunting knife.

Somebody did this,
and he's still out there.

We had no idea who we were
letting into our lives.

That man killed my husband...

and my daughter.

Silent Witness
Season 16 - Episode 06

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
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"True Love Waits"
Part 2

Here she is.

I hear you took
time out of your day

to speak to a
convicted murderer?

Simon Marshall.
That's right.

Was it connected to
Joanne Henderson's murder?

That's what I'm trying to establish.

That's not your job.

Well, it's someone's job.

- Are you working for the defence now?
- Don't be ridiculous.

If it gets out at
Henderson's trial

that you pursued
other lines of inquiry

after he was charged,
the defence will exploit that,

don't you get it?

Can I have a word,
Detective Inspector?

In private?

How much do you weigh?

- What?
- My guess,

- about eight stone soaking wet?
- Right, I'm going now.

No way you broke that shelf, Kate.

You found it like that
in the cupboard.

I know, cos I went back
and found this.

Question.

Why would an able detective

suppress evidence
of a forced entry?

Answer.

Because Roly Henderson wouldn't have
broken in through his own toilet window.

Fortunately, I bagged the shelf

so in terms of the physical
evidence nothing's been compromised.

- Good.
- Yeah, please

don't think for one moment
I did that to protect you.

Your Dad's a bully.

I got that in ten seconds
of meeting him.

Please don't try and read me, Jack.

I think I've got the guts of it.

You had some substance issues,

your dad threw you a lifeline,
now he's...

micromanaging your comeback

to the point where you're seriously
considering getting blitzed again?

But my guess is,

it was Dad who drove you to the hard
stuff in the first place.

Say something.

- I'm sorry.
- Not good enough.

Nowhere near.

A man's life is at stake, Kate,
and you suppressed evidence.

Do you want my head on a block?

I'll settle for total cooperation.

Specifically where
Dra. Alexander's concerned.

- Jack...
- No.

She's forging a strong case

that Joanne Henderson was
killed by a convicted murderer

called Alan Lane.
Now,

if you don't give this your
full consideration then, believe me,

that axe is coming down.

We got off on the wrong foot.

I want to hear all about Alan Lane.

If you really mean that,

the person you
need to speak to is

former Detective
Inspector Anne Percival.

OK.

In fact, I think I'd like to
talk to her, too.

Do you... do you mind me
asking why?

Professional interest.

She sent Alan Lane down for murder
without a corpse.

Excuse me.

- Yeah?
- Anne Percival?

This is Detective Inspector
Kate Warren.

I need to talk to you
about an old case.

You're not related to that wanker
DCC Warren, are you?

Distantly, yeah.
He's my dad.

What old case?

Imogen Lane.

- Miss Percival?
- I'm here.

- OK, bye, darling.
- Bye.

Why am I talking to a pathologist?

You didn't say anything
about a pathologist.

My questions relate to
Imogen Lane's murder,

if that's OK?

So when did you first meet
Alan Lane?

Christmas Eve, 1993.

I suspected he'd
murdered Derek MacNeil,

Imogen's father.

There is a possibility that another
vehicle was involved.

The accident investigators
are working on it.

I just heard. I'm so sorry.

Alan Lane.
I'm Imogen's husband.

DI Anne Percival.

Did Derek have any enemies?

Disgruntled employees?

Friends, relatives,
that he'd fallen out with?

Derek didn't have an enemy
in the world.

Alan's right.

Dad didn't have an enemy
in the world.

Nothing panned out.

Edith wouldn't talk,

Accident Investigators' findings
were inconclusive.

But you got another shot at Lane
after Imogen went missing.

When you searched the farm,

you found blood in
the boot of Lane's car.

Yeah, a lot.

What about the severed fingertip?

Sniffer dogs led us to an old
electricity substation

behind the farm.

We found Imogen's bloody sweatshirt,
the severed finger

and a knife with Alan Lane's
prints on the handle.

Did you find any more
blood in the substation?

The pathologist said the finger
was cut off posthumously

so that was no surprise.

Did the pathologist offer
an opinion as to whether

the substation was the
primary crime scene?

- No.
- No?

Were there any drag marks

leading in or out
of the substation?

No. But we did find
Lane's broken watch,

Imogen's blood and hair
snagged on the buckle.

The substation backed onto a wood.

We found fresh mud and pine
needles on a spade in Lane's garage

and... fibres that matched
Imogen's bloody sweatshirt.

But no Imogen?

And Lane maintained
his innocence from the start?

He was sure if there was no body
we had no case.

And I wasn't sure he was wrong.

We found this in a disused
substation behind your house.

Do you think you could help us
find the rest?

I'm innocent.

There's a very good reason
why you can't find a body.

She's not dead.

He's killed again, hasn't he?

- Look at you.
- Are you...?

I've been to see a Detective
Inspector Warren tonight.

The police are linking Alan
to a live murder case.

- What case?
- Your Mum's fine.

I made sure of
it on the way over.

OK.

You sent her flowers, didn't you?

I didn't use a credit card
and I delivered them myself.

That was a crazy risk, Janice.

Your mum's 70th is exactly when
he'd expect you to break cover.

But that's why I waited a week
until after her birthday...

Yes, and that's such a smart
chess move he wouldn't anticipate it.

Get in, quickly.

What the hell did
you say to Warren

to make her my new best friend?

I impressed on her
the importance of an open mind.

What else?

I urged her not to let Dad's influence
limit the scope of her inquiry.

And she was predisposed
to listen to you because...?

Because of my sage-like wisdom,
I suppose.

Bullshit.

To be continued.

- Night-night.
- Night.

If he's taking
revenge on innocent people,

that's blood on my hands.

Our hands.

Police, well, it doesn't sound
like they've got much,

but I've no doubt he's guilty.

So you think he's
killing these...

women because he can't find me?

Janice, I'm...

I'm going to make sure that he
can never hurt anyone ever again.

No.

No, he'll kill you!

We can't...

We can't meet each other again.

What?

We'll go together.
I'll come with you.

Karen needs you.

- Barely, these days.
- She needs you.

Just...

Call me when it's...

Just let me know you're OK?

Hey. Who's there?

Janice?
Or Imogen?

- Janice.
- Janice.

All thanks to you.

Mr. Lane, I'm Detective
Inspector Warren.

Imogen Lane's severed fingertip.

Little finger, left hand.

Amputated at the inter-phalangal
joint.

Just like Joanne Henderson
and Eleanor Marshall.

Except they were
missing their fingers.

Imogen was missing her body.

The exception that proves the rule?

Maybe not.

Back in 1994, judging
whether or not a wound

was pre or post-mortem
was a science of observation.

No Leukotriene B4
testing to guide us.

Exactly.
Now,

the pathologist who examined
this finger believed that

in the absence of inflammation,
it was cut off after death.

Tiny bleeding vessels
suggestive of life.

And there's some kind of a translucent
coating to the skin surface.

The fingertip's been preserved so
I should be able to identify it.

But is it evidentially important

whether the finger was
removed before or after death?

When no body is recovered, it could
be evidentially fundamental.

- Hello?
- Dra. Alexander.

You said Joanne's
killer might have

defensive scratches, right?

Coppers get it special bad inside.

Still. Character building,
in its way.

Hands.

You've charged Roly Henderson. What
are you doing arresting this guy?

I'm making double sure
Roly's our man.

You're giving his defence a free
shot, that's what you're doing.

What's your old man going to say,
eh?

No idea,
but

I'm struggling to see
how it's your problem.

Or your business.

I need to photograph your back.

Did you inherit any of your
father-in-law's guns when he died?

Derek only had the one shotgun
and it was stolen.

So you never used it? Or helped
yourself to some of the cartridges?

No. I don't like guns.

- What about motorbikes?
- Is that a question?

Have you ever owned a motorbike?

Yes, a 750 Suzuki.

But I sold it after I hit a deer
in the New Forest.

I was fine, but the deer
was pretty mangled.

Blood everywhere.
Turned out it was pregnant.

Little wet packages
all over the road.

I had to break its neck
with my bare hands.

Were you in a pub called The Dove
three nights ago?

I drive around a lot.

- I mean, I go all over...
- Were you in a pub

called The Dove in Brasted,
Kent, three nights ago?

Not that I recall.
But as I said, I'd go all over.

Wherever the mood takes me.

No schedule.
No route.

Jack, we have to prove that
Lane was in that pub.

You need to print the whole bar
and fast,

because Warren has nothing
to hold him on.

- I was just going on my lunch break.
- Oh, Jack!

Relax.

Printed the bar and bar stool,

spinning the results through
as we speak.

- Mr. Lane, I'm asking
- I have to go.

about your movements
three nights ago.

I find it hard to believe that you
can't recall where you were.

I could check my petrol receipts.

If you want?

I always keep them.
No law against that, is there?

- Can I help you?
- A word.

What are you doing?
Bringing in a convicted murderer?

- Hedging your bets?
- I'm trying to establish the truth.

We know the truth.
Henderson killed his wife.

End of.
The case against him is a gift.

A gift.

Look, there are significant
forensics commonalities

- that I'm trying to see if...
- What?

Fingerprints on an old
shotgun cartridge wadding

that doesn't even link to your case?

We have three female victims who all
had their fingers severed

at the distal interphalangeal joint

and were killed within ten miles
of each other.

- Dra. Alexander, pathologist.
- Thank you for your contribution.

Release this man,
build your case on Henderson.

This is your chance

to prove all your
doubters wrong.

It won't come again, Katie.

All my doubters?

Are you one of them?

Thanks, Roger.
I appreciate your loyalty.

So I had a word with your old man.

I did you a favour.

Kate.

Just hold him for another hour.
Please.

- Why?
- Jack's looking to see

if his prints were at
the pub as we speak.

If he finds them, Lane just lied
under caution.

It's your case, Kate.

You're free to go.

- Jack?
- Got them.

- We have Lane's prints.
- On the bar?

No, bar stool.

He was lying.
We found his prints on a bar stool.

You need to get him back now.

- It's not enough.
- It's enough to hold him

- and that's all we need.
- He'll say he had a drink there

three months ago
and left his prints then.

What are you, his brief now?

No, I'm merely predicting
how his brief will respond.

Roly Henderson is facing life in
prison for a crime he didn't commit.

Emma Henderson is being assigned
temporary foster parents!

Which is even less
your concern than mine.

- You need to disengage from this case.
- Forget it.

- Not a chance.
- Goodbye, Dra. Alexander.

If Lane walked
into Warren's office

covered in human entrails
she wouldn't arrest him.

Unless you can change her mind, Jack?

Lane knows that we're onto him.

What's the betting that
he tries to relocate?

Pastures new.
A fresh supply of victims.

Roly Henderson and Simon Marshall
didn't just look guilty

in terms of forensics
and pathology.

Roly yelled at his wife in front
of the pub full of people

and Simon Marshall beat his wife up.

He's not choosing
them at random,

he's sourcing them.

Lane was present when the row
kicked off between Roly and Joanne.

But how did he know
about Simon Marshall?

Simon,

I don't think you were just in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

I think you were followed
by the biker to the lake.

You mean he chose me?

What we need to understand is how,
and where.

When you attacked Eleanor,
was there anyone else present?

Now you want to see me squirm?

No, I just want to understand
why you were chosen.

Eleanor came home from work,

and she started talking about some
bloke at the office.

It just set me off.

So it all happened inside your house?

Yeah.

No witnesses?

I came to my senses.

I drove her to A&E.

The nurse wanted to call the police,
but Ellie wouldn't let them.

So there was a bit of a scene?

Yeah. Everyone was watching,
everyone knew what I'd done.

- Did anyone say anything?
- No.

You think he was there, don't you?

Possibly.

Think, Simon.

Did anything strange happen between
then and the time that you left?

When I was walking Eleanor
back to the car...

I thought someone
was following us.

Can I help you, mate?

He had his hood up,

but I thought I saw him in A&E.

Could it have been him?

It was four years ago.

Hello, Anne.

Why are you pointing a gun at me?

I didn't kill her.

But I think you know that.

Where is she, Anne?

She's safe.

Where is she?
Where is she?

Where's my wife?

You're going to die.
How much pain you suffer first is up to you.

She's dead.
You killed her.

No, Anne, I didn't!

Where's your phone?
Where's the phone?

Call her.
Call her!

Hello?

Hello?

Anne?

Anne?

I thought you'd forgotten about me.

I wanted to take you out before,

I just had to fill out
loads of forms before they'd let me.

I'm going to meet my foster parents
tomorrow.

I'm worried I won't like them.

Do you want an ice cream?

Her name's... Anne Percival.
She used to be a detective.

And she's being held by a man
called Alan Lane

and he's going to kill her!

Call...

Detective... Detective Warren.
Yeah,

Detective Inspector Warren.
She knows everything!

- That one?
- Yeah.

- This one for you.
- Thanks.

- That's £2.50, please.
- Lovely, thank you.

Come on, boys.

See anything you like?

Madam?

Sorry, I've got to go.

Emma?

Emma!

What happened to the ice creams?

I'll get them now.

Was it your idea?
It was, wasn't it?

No, Alan.
It was all hers.

Liar.

Do you honestly think I would've
sanctioned a course of action

where she cut off her own finger?

Yeah, that's right,
she hated you that much.

I just did my job.

That's how I knew she was alive.

How?
How did you find her?

I'm a good detective, Alan.

How did you find her?

The watch.

The bloody clothes.
The knife. The finger.

Why would you hide Imogen's body
so well

and leave such an obvious trail?

Water.

Water, I need water.

No water.
Not yet.

I went through Edith's
phone records.

There were calls to a caravan
park in North Wales

a week before Imogen disappeared.

She and her dad used
to go canoeing there.

Go on.

I thought it might have been
a holiday fling

- she'd kept in contact with.
- A man?

Yeah, that's right, Alan.
A man. A real man.

But I was wrong.

I'm two months pregnant.

When I told Alan,

he just went crazy and
said I had to get rid of it.

He said he couldn't share me,

and that if I gave birth,

the baby would meet
the same fate as Dad.

I will never see my mum again.

Do you think I would've done this
if I'd had a choice?

You should've come to me.

He killed my dad
and you couldn't touch him.

- It wasn't for lack of trying...
-Why would it be any different this time?

You see, I didn't just turn a blind
eye. I helped her, Alan.

I gave her every penny I could,
knock-off ID, everything.

You're in love with her, aren't you?

Love?

You don't know the first
thing about love.

You filthy dyke whore!

I love Imogen. I love her with a
love this world has never seen.

You're a psychopath, Alan!
A monster!

How could you know anything
about love?

You think you're so
clever, don't you?

So superior.

You've no idea what's coming,
do you?

What I've done.

I'm almost sad that you
won't be here to see it.

Everyone gnashing and wailing,

and me and Imogen...

long gone.

You said you wanted water.

Call came in for you saying Anne
Percival was in trouble.

- Mentioned Alan Lane.
- For me?

Anonymous. A woman. Might be nothing.

But as Percival sent Lane down
for murder, it might not.

I want armed units out to Percival
and Lane's home addresses now.

- Look, Kate, about earlier...
- Now, DS Baron!

Where is she?

Where is she?

- Where is she?
- Never!

- Where is she?
- Never!

OK, the house is clear. Still
checking some buildings at the back.

She's in the basement.

Initiate an all units
action for Alan Lane

and get the media desk to
circulate his picture.

Yes, ma'am.

Her hands have been bound,

and the rope has been looped through
the back of the wooden chair.

The distal phalanx on the left little
finger has been removed.

Bi-colour weave with a drying
treatment.

Yeah, Lane sells hiking gear.

His van was well-stocked
and immaculate,

nothing like this dump.

Some kind of grey powder
embedded in the weave.

We've checked the outhouses.
No sign of Lane,

but we found a car in the woods.

It's probably hers,
I'll process it.

What is that?

Fingertips.

Severed fingertips.

Fingerprint testing revealed that
the severed digits

belong to these nine women.

All nine are murder victims

killed between 2005 and 2013

in what were believed to be
unrelated domestic murders.

Lane was released in 2005.

Two of them we already know about.

With the exception of Roly Henderson,
I believe that all these men

will have histories of spousal abuse,

and all of them will have
put their partners into A&E

shortly before they were killed.

What makes you say that?

Because that's where
Alan Lane found them.

But not Roly Henderson?

I think Lane got cocky
and changed his MO.

He fatally misread
the Hendersons' row

as a sign of an
abusive marriage,

and everything unravelled from there.

..I've told you that I don't like
her in the bar, OK,

and you just ignore me.

- Do you know what?
- We're going out.

Me and this, we're going to go out.

Oh, here we go again, yeah?

How you getting on with those
fractions there, sweetheart?

All these men were innocent?

Of murder, yes,
but not of abusing their wives.

That's how Lane was able to
frame them so convincingly.

I'm calling the CPS
as soon as we're done.

They're going to be on their knees.

Nine convicted killers
walking free in one day.

I don't think we're coming out of
this smelling of roses.

I guess that's why Lane
kept the fingertips.

They exonerate these men and
damn the system at a stroke.

Hello, Mum.

Imogen!

Look, we, we can't stay
and talk here, Mum.

We can't stay here
another second.

We have to go.

Do you remember what Lane said?

"I go where the mood takes me.
No schedule, no route."

It wasn't in response
to a question.

He volunteered it.

Because he does have a schedule
and he does have a route?

So three of the
women were murdered

in North Wales in June 2006,

June 2008 and June 2010.

Three more were murdered in Scotland

in late December 2007,
2008 and 2010.

The other three women, including

Eleanor Marshall
and Joanne Henderson,

were all killed in Kent in early
January over a five-year period.

He roams the country, but only
kills in the same three areas

and at the same time of year.

Edith MacNeil said
that Derek and Imogen

used to go canoeing
in Wales every June.

Edith lives in Kent...

..and her birthday is in January.

So what happened in December
in Scotland?

Edith's husband was Scottish, right?
MacNeil?

He died on Christmas Eve 1993,
but not in Scotland.

He was buried there.
Ardoe, just outside Aberdeen.

If Alan Lane murdered his wife,

why is he visiting places
that are meaningful to her?

Because he was looking for her.

I've just found traces of anaesthetic
on Imogen Lane's severed fingertip.

Procaine Hydrochloride,

commonly used in the '90s
by farmers on animals.

Now why would Lane care how much
pain his wife was suffering

in the middle of murdering her?

I had no choice, Mum.

I had to protect my baby.

Your granddaughter.

She looks like you.

- Does she know that I exist?
- No, Mum. She doesn't.

- I could've helped you.
- You couldn't.

- Imogen...
- I couldn't involve you, Mum.

I'm your mother.
I should've protected you.

What, and end up like Dad?

No-one could protect me
from him, Mum.

No-one.

The hair I recovered
from Percival's car

belongs to Imogen Lane,

and the follicle suggests
that it was shed recently.

So Percival was in
on the disappearing act.

If Lane knew that,
or even suspected it,

- that would explain the torture.
- He wanted to find Imogen.

So what's the bet that Imogen
was the anonymous caller

who tried to tip us off?

It's hard to disappear.

I used to work for
Witness Protection.

The biggest cause of all dropouts was
people contacting their mums and dads.

Question is, does Lane know where
Imogen's mother lives?

He may well have found out.

We should send Armed Response.

Put a call in, but I'm not waiting,
I'm sick of bloody waiting.

- My dad.
- Yeah.

Hello?

Can I help you, young lady?

Sorry.

I'm just looking for my mum.

- Your mum?
- Is this your house?

What does she look like, your mum?

She looks like this.

This.

But a lot older.

I live just across the road.

I pop in to see if the old lady's
OK from time to time.

Oh, you know what she likes
doing sometimes?

Going for cream tea in the Pavilion.

Do you know where that is?
It's just down the road.

I could drop you down if you want?

Can't you just give me
the directions?

Sensible girl.

I used to be a policeman.

I was always telling young women
never to accept lifts off strangers,

under no circumstances.

So how do I get to this...

tea place, then?

Where is it?

Well, you've inherited her
impatience if nothing else.

What?

Yeah, that's his van!

Stop! Stop the car!

Police! Step away from the van.

Put your hands on your head.
Put your hands on your head!

Kate!
Kate!

DI Warren's phone.

Oh, it's Jack Hodgson.
Can I speak to her, please?

No.

No, you can't.

She's...

She's been shot.

She's dead.

Analysed your grey powder.

Unusual type of
polyurethane-coated sand.

Mainly used in the construction

of indoor climbing walls.

Fits with Lane selling hiking gear,
right?

What?

What is it?
What is it, sweetheart?

No. No. She's at home. She's safe.

Hello, Imogen.

Please don't hurt her, Alan,

please don't hurt her!
I'll do anything.

Aren't you going to ask me
how I've been?

How've you been?

Heartbroken.

I'm so sorry.

I know you are, I know.

I just want you back.
I want my wife by my side.

Doesn't seem too much to ask for
now, does it?

So here's what you're going to do,
you're going to meet me

in Hewson storage facility
in 30 minutes in Ashford.

And I hope it goes without saying
that if you're not alone, Karen dies.

- Imogen?
- Yes.

I forgive you.

Imogen!

Imogen!
You can't go and meet him alone.

- I have to.
- You can't!

- Let's call the police.
- No!

- Please.
- I told you what he said!

- Help!
- Mum!

She's stealing my car!

- Help!
- Police, stop!

Why did you do that?

I'm not losing you again.

Mum!

I think you need to run a check
on Alan Lane's employment history.

See if he's ever
worked at an indoor...

Things have moved on.

We've found Imogen Lane, but
Alan Lane's holding her daughter,

- their daughter.
- What? Holding her where?

Some storage place.
Look, we've got to go.

Got a candidate for the indoor
climbing facility.

- A Rock and a Hard Place.
- Jack.

Closed its doors for business
two years ago

and it's only ten miles
from Lane's house.

Come on, you drive.

Who are you?

Where is she?
Where's my daughter?

What have you done
with my daughter?

- Where is she?
- I'm just a courier. I'm just...

OK. Armed police, stand still!
Stay where you are!

- Who are you?
- I'm just a courier.

Clear.

Where is she?

Fresh tyre marks.

Same tread pattern we found
outside Lane's house.

Let's try round the back.

That's it.

That side, let it go.

Same polyurethane-coated sand as you
got from the rope and boot tread.

- Don't steal my thunder.
- Sorry.

I mean, do I start mouthing
off about where the...

Thoracic Vertebrae meets the Sacrum
in the middle of a postmortem?

Hopefully not, as the
Sacrum and the Thoracic

are separated by
the Lumbar Vertebrae.

I was close, though, wasn't I?

- Jack, wait.
- It's all right. Come on.

Karen?

Karen.
Is it Karen?

Don't worry, we're going to get
you out of here.

Yeah, I'm on it.

- Stand back.
- Stand back, Karen.

Don't worry.
It's all right.

Come on.
Can you walk?

Well done.

Nikki.

Let's go.

Jack!

Jack!

Get out!

You OK?

And you?

It's all right, darling,
we're safe now.

Hey, don't worry.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Nikki.

My pleasure.

You looked south while everyone
else was looking north.

I'd be in prison if you hadn't.

- Hey, was that good?
- Yep.

I'm starving.
Can we get pizza?

Yeah, course we can.

Can Nikki and Jack come, too?

I think they probably
have more to do.

Never say no to pizza.

I think we've got to go back to work.

- Spoilsport.
- I'm sorry.

- Never mind.
- But we'll see you very soon,

- OK?
- OK.

Thanks a lot. Thanks for everything.

- Good luck.
- Cheers, thank you.

- Come on.
- Bye.

- I'll take you up?
- Yeah.

Come on, then.
Ready?

I could take you out for a
pizza later, if you like?

- Kind of feel like I should.
- Why's that?

Well, without you, I wouldn't
have a functioning oesophagus.

This wasn't just misadventure.

Apparently, he fell from heaven.

- What have you done?
- I didn't kill anyone.

There's a lot
they don't want you to know.

Ever since then, I've been looking
for an excuse to meet you again.

Why do you need an excuse?

Someone knows what's happening,

and there's people
dying because of it!

Stand your ground!
Don't move!

Armed police!
Get down on the floor.

- This is really going to mess things up.
- I told you.

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