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One, two, three.
One, two, three.

- One, two, three.
- Good. Go, come on!

Slip.
Two, three.

One, two, three.

Car's outside, Naomi.

Come on, I've got ten minutes left.

Come on.

You're saved by the bell. Uh-huh.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

I rang you earlier...

Yeah.
I was at the gym.

How's that going?

Fine.
You?

Good. Better than her, anyway.

Yeah.
Who's in charge?

You in charge?

Guv?

I'm DI Silva
I'm Jack Hodgson, forensics.

Nice to meet you, Jack Hodgson.

Nice to meet you too, Naomi Silva.

Hey.

Her name's Karen Sawyers.
Local estate agent.

The cleaner found her first
thing this morning.

So, how long do you think
she's been lying here?

Very rough estimate?
8 to 12 hours.

We've got significant facial
bruising.

Her bottom lip has been split
and her front tooth is missing.

The gum damage suggests it's
a recent injury.

Significant bruising around
her left bicep, too.

So, it's possible she was
grabbed from behind,

held tight.
Two stab wounds to the back and

multiple stab wounds to the chest
and abdomen.

We have several through
and through wounds to the arms.

So she might have been trying to
protect her stomach.

I think she could have been
pregnant.

PM will tell us more.

Silent Witness
Season 21 - Episode 03

"Duty of Candour"
Part 1 of 2

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Hey. So, we've got blood
on the kitchen doors.

We've got blood on the gate.
Neither was secured.

So our man left in a hurry.

Probably, but if you're heading out
that way,

why make a detour through here?

- Look, he wanted to hide something.
- Exactly.

Be a decent place
to dump a knife.

Yup.

Or a phone.

Whose phone is this?

- Peter Sawyers.
- That's her husband.

And he hasn't showed up for work
this morning.

What was my last call?

Alice Sawyers.
Call logged at 9:30pm.

Around our estimated time of death.

Could be his sister, could be
his mother.

- Thank you, Jack.
- You're welcome.

Chest wounds are 3cm wide,

they match those on her back,
but...

Yeah.

They're considerably deeper.

So, perhaps she was stabbed in the
back whilst upright,

but the chest wounds
were inflicted

when she was on the floor?

Knife handle impacted
on her chest.

Maybe her attacker
had more purchase

once she was on the floor,

could deliver the blows with
more power.

Plenty of them.

Six in total,
tightly packed together.

Thomas.

What is it?

Pregnant.

Without oxygen, the foetus wouldn't
have survived long.

So, mother and baby died pretty
much the same time.

Right, let's get some sample
cells from the foetus.

Sorry to interrupt.

Thomas, you've got a visitor.

Rosie!

Hello, darling.
You all right?

- Who brought you down?
- Mrs. Joseph.

- Our next door neighbour.
- Right. Conrad was...

He had to go to the
hospital with Mum.

- The hospital?
- They tried calling you.

God!

Did they say what was wrong?

- Pro... clampsea...?
- Pre-eclampsia?

Mm-hmm. But I've got no idea what
that means.

Bunny.

You mustn't worry.
Everything's going to be fine.

Mum's in hospital,

she's getting the treatment
she and the baby need.

They're always ultra
cautious about these things, yeah?

Must be pretty serious, though.

Conrad was saying how she
might have to stay in hospital

- for three weeks
- Three weeks?

Maybe more.

Which is great, yeah?

We'll get to spend some
time together, yeah?

Me and you time?

Having said that - right now
I'm in the middle of a PM.

- PM?
- Sorry.

Sorry.
A postmortem.

Rosie, can you sit tight for a bit?

You want me to stay in here?

Yeah. I won't be long.
You must have some homework to do.

It's the holidays, Dad.

Yeah.

So, just watch TV or
play on your phone

and I'll be back as quick as
I possibly can.

And, Rosie, can you...
try not to touch anything?

Good girl.

Do you think she had a name in mind?

For the baby, I mean.

Probably not.

She was only, what,
four months along?

I don't know. Julia decided
what we were going to call Rosie

before we even started trying.

- Is Rosie OK?
- Sure. She's fine.

Little shaken up,
but she's a level-headed girl.

Takes after her father.

I don't understand.
What's going on?

We just need to find your brother.

I've told you,
I've no idea where Pete is.

He rang you last night.
About 9:30.

My phone was switched off.
I went to bed early.

Did he leave a message?

No.
Check my phone if you like.

When last did you see him?

He came round last week.
For my birthday.

- How did he seem?
- Good.

He and Karen had just celebrated
their tenth wedding anniversary,

they were planning a trip away
together.

No signs of any trouble
between them?

None.
He doted on her.

I sometimes worried
he loved her too much.

Please,
tell me what's happening.

What's he supposed
to have done?

- It's a twinkle.
- Should I know what that is?

A cosmetic diamond.

So we've got a successful,
attractive woman,

with a big house, a happy family.

And then what?
An explosion of violence.

- Does Sawyers have form?
- Not even a parking ticket.

- History of mental illness?
- Not according to his sister.

So, why would Pete Sawyers
deliberately

pull the house down
on himself like this?

Well, you will want to see this.

I compared the foetal DNA
with the sample

I took from Pete Sawyers' inhaler,
and they're not a match.

Karen Sawyers was carrying
someone else's baby.

Hi.
I'm Jane.

- Morning.
- After you.

Thank you.

Mr. Laing will only be able to
spare you a few minutes.

A&E's full,
we're running out of beds,

and he has to chair
an emergency meeting at 12

to review our
full capacity protocol.

We're a whisker away
from Code Red.

And it's only noon.

So, another day in paradise.

I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Karen Sawyers is dead.

I don't see how giving us
access to her medical records

is a breach of anyone's privacy.

I'm not sure her family would
agree with you.

Have you spoken to them?

Look, I just need to confirm
the dates of her appointments

and check whether anyone accompanied
her to her pre-natal examinations.

As hospital CEO,
my first duty

is to our patients.

Now, I'm not obliged to give you
access to her records

and I certainly couldn't do so
without a valid DP2.

Which is being faxed to you now,

but you know how
these things are,

it'll take several hours for it to
work its way through the system.

Look...

..all I'm asking for
is a little common sense,

for you to use your discretion.

The perpetrator
is still at large,

probably armed and dangerous.

I understand your predicament.
I really do.

But without the
proper paperwork,

I'm afraid my hands are tied.

Rosie!

I told you not to touch
anything.

I was bored.

Those are confidential files,
real cases.

All right, all right.

I don't mean to be cross,
but if you're going to be here,

we need to establish some rules,
some boundaries.

You are 12 years old.

- Well remembered.
- Rosie...

Why can't you just take the day off?
You're the boss, right?

- Because it's not that simple.
- Why not?

Because I have responsibilities -
to my team, to the police...

What about me?!

Yes, what about you?

I'm sorry, OK?

I'll try and find some time
later this afternoon,

and then maybe tomorrow we can
organise something a bit more fun.

Must be someone you'd like to go
and see. What about... Janet?

- Janine.
- Janine, exactly.

Shall I call her mum?

Whatever.

CLARISSA: There are some interesting
diary entries here.

Have you heard a single
word I've said?

Yeah. Diaries, dates...
Yeah, got it.

That'll be a no, then.

I said that I found numerous
entries in Karen's diary

for appointments at a local
cosmetic clinic.

The tooth?

Plus botox, fillers,
you name it.

But there's no evidence
in her bank statements,

or Pete's,
for that matter,

of anyone ever having paid
for those procedures and treatments.

All told they must have cost
hundreds of pounds,

and that's not even accounting
for the cosmetic diamond.

So, if she didn't pay for them...

Maybe her lover did.

I'll let Silva know.

The first treatment
was on May 3rd.

Fillers for Karen Sawyers.

That's strange.

The treatment
was never paid for.
The account is outstanding.

Normally we're pretty hot on that
kind of thing.

Try the next one.
July 14th.

Yeah. Same thing.
Payment outstanding.

Any idea why that might be?

You'd have to speak
to Dr. Hayes about that.

He was treating Mrs. Sawyers...

- He's not here.
- Where is he?

He left about half an hour ago.
Said he had to go home.

You knew this woman?

Yes.

How did you know her?

You bastard.

You utter bastard.

- You promised.
- It only lasted a few months.

- Well, that's all right, then!
- And it ended a while back.

- When?
- Three weeks ago.

Who ended it?

Who ended it, Adam?

She did.

Mum, can we eat now?
I'm starving.

Hey, Jack. So,
I'll ask Hayes some questions,

then I need you to
do the full number...

computers, phones,
cameras.

We need concrete evidence linking
Adam Hayes to our victim.

So, I'll need you with me.

It would be my pleasure.

- Everything all right, Guv?
- Yep.

Didn't need asking twice,
did he?

What?

Jack. Not normally this attentive
to the SIO.

Karen Sawyers'
toxicology results.

All pretty normal,

except for very high
levels of Mifepristone.

- She was planning to terminate the pregnancy.
- Yep.

Mum...

All my toys are broken!

Adam?

Adam Hayes?

- She was my wife!
- My God!

- What's wrong?
- Boys, get back.

Get to my room.
Lock the door!

Keep it locked!

Police.

There's a...
a man...

Did you know
I worked at the Lyell?

Did you ask for me
to be assigned to this case?

No, I didn't, Jack.

And I don't believe in fate,
either.

So, don't get your hopes up.

Stabbing reported at 46
Rostock Lane, Fanham.

All units to respond.

- Over.
- OK. Let's go.

I loved her.

OK, all right,
slow down, slow down,

I think it's round here.

That's him!
Peter Sawyers.

Call it in.

OK...
Breathe.

This is not the answer.
We can sort things out.

We know you're in a rough place.

We want to help you.

It's OK.

Would you like Alice to come?

Would you like to talk to her, Pete?

Want us to do that, Pete?
Shall we get her here, yeah?

Pete?
Pete?

C'mon, C'mon...

You're all right.
Pete?

You OK?

Jack?

- Ready?
- Sure.

I didn't believe him at first.

Thought it was some kind of
sick joke.

He's been very
attentive of late.

Presumably since she ended it.

Did you have an inkling prior
to today that he

was in a relationship with
Karen Sawyers?

No.
I thought he loved me.

Loved the boys.

What do we have?

Multiple stab wounds to the chest
and abdomen.

Similar in width to Karen Sawyers'
injuries.

He's taken a hell of a beating.

Massive bruising to the face,
broken nose,

a couple of damaged teeth.

Something's been forced
right down his throat.

Can't have helped his breathing.

Though I strongly suspect that any
danger of suffocation

was pretty much academic
by that point.

"Hamilton Ashe".
Mean anything?

Karen Sawyers was having a
termination at Hamilton Ashe Hospital.

Antenatal scans have revealed
a foetal abnormality.

She'd decided to terminate.

We found this letter
in Adam Hayes' throat.

It's from the hospital to her GP,

confirming Karen's decision,
adding that discretion

was required,
as the husband was unaware.

But before the procedure is
complete,

the husband finds out about the
affair, the pregnancy...

Yeah.
And takes his revenge.

The knife we recovered
had blood traces

from Adam Hayes
and Karen Sawyers,

but only Pete Sawyers' prints on the
handle.

How did Pete Sawyers
get hold of the letter?

Lucky me, I got to go through
the Sawyers' rubbish this morning.

There was an empty A4 envelope
in it, addressed to Pete Sawyers.

- Any DNA?
- No, self adhesive

but it must have
got damaged in the post

cos there's a small tear in it
at the bottom left hand corner.

This letter was damaged
in the same place.

Somebody mailed it
to Pete Sawyers?

Looks that way.

Adam Hayes could have done it.

Maybe he was angry at her
for breaking it off?

Or Hayes' wife?

We only have her word for it that
she didn't know about the affair.

But why would they have the letter
in the first place?

Karen Sawyers is hardly likely
to have given it to Adam Hayes.

Plus the Hayes' prints
aren't on the envelope.

There are lots of others...
probably postal staff,

but not theirs.

Well, if they didn't send it to
Pete Sawyers, who did?

Well, well, well.

Good to see you, Jason.

Likewise.

You got it?

Go on, then.
Have a line on the house.

Seeing as you're here.

No, thanks.

You're no better than
the rest of us, you know.

Hi Jason.

I'm here waiting.

Where are you?

Anyway.

Call me when you get this,
yeah?

I love you.

I spent the night with someone.

I'll buy a hat, shall I?

I don't mind talking to you.

I enjoy it, even.
But...

It isn't what you're here for.

We both know
what's wrong with me.

We gave it a name.

I'm post-traumatic.
I was referred for EMDR.

Eye Movement Desensitisation

is just one element
of treatment.

And this...

This is the other part?

We need to find a specific
moment of trauma

to work from.

15 hours in a box?

A specific moment of trauma.

We need to get very close
to your experience.

From there,
we start to desensitize.

You know, Hamilton
Ashe came up at work.

And I felt stupidly embarrassed.

You're still working?

I thought we said that you
were going to...

I said I'd think about it.

A lot of evidence suggests
that returning to work,

to routine,
is good for trauma.

Your job isn't routine.

Or lacking in additional trauma.

What does work give you, Nikki?

I need it, I suppose.

Like I said,
I feel useless.

At work I'm useful.

I can help people.

Without answers people can
stumble around in darkness.

The answers aren't always
comfortable,

but they bring some light.

They save people from that darkness.

But nobody saved you.

From the darkness.

They did everything they could.

And they failed.

You said Jack is angry with you.

Did I?

He's suffering, too.

But it didn't happen to him.

I have my PTSD.

He doesn't get to call
it some fancy name.

Isn't something like this meant to
bind us, bring us together?

- But instead...
- You want his forgiveness?

I want him to look me in the eye.

I was trapped.

I was dying.

Alone in the dark.

I'm never getting out of there.

I'm dead.

I think that's a strong place
to start.

Yeah.

OK.

All right, bye.

All on your lonesome, Jack?

Yeah. Clarissa is out
to dinner with Max,

Thomas is playing
happy families,

and Nikki...

Well, actually, I have no idea
what Nikki does these days.

Hmm. Looks like we're
both at a loose end.

I know I could do with a drink.

- Beer?
- Thanks

Rough day?

Yep.
Pretty rough.

- That's my cousin.
- Yeah?

He was a talented amateur,
boxed for Hackney Swifts.

He could have gone pro,

if circumstances had been
different, but...

We used to spar together when
I was younger.

He'll tell you he was better than
me, but I was just letting him win.

Bet you were.

How about you?

Family? Brothers? Sisters?

I got a brother.

Oh. What does he do?

Another time.

OK.

Well, chin-chin!

Chin-chin!

West Africa's finest snack.

- All right.
- Wait, wait, wait.

You got to choose the most
attractive looking one.

You for real?

You're sure you don't mind?
It's really kind of you.

Of course.
That's no problem.

Right. I'll call you
as soon as I'm done.

- Keep your phone on.
- Sure.

- Bye, Bunny.
- Bye.

- Thanks again.
- See you later.

Shit!

You're in an obnoxiously
good mood this morning.

Why do you think that is?

Dinner went well?

Dessert went better.

Spare me the details...

I've got something for you.

What you got?

Karen Sawyers
was pretty diligent

about deleting e-mails,
texts, tweets...

But they're not permanently
deleted,

just moved to the flash memory.

And when I had a poke around...

was sent to Karen Sawyers
exactly one week ago.

- Legenda n�o traduzida -

It threatens to send her husband
a copy of the hospital's letter,

unless she coughs up 10 grand.

Two days later,
she gets a follow up text,

giving details of the drop location.

A derelict warehouse
in Waltham Cross.

- Did she respond to these messages?
- No.

Did she withdraw any large
sums around this time?

Not that we can see, no. She had the
money, she could have paid.

Maybe she thought the sender
was bluffing,

or maybe she just didn't want
to play ball.

Either way, a week later

the blackmailer carried
out their threat.

Sorry. Carry on.
Don't mind me.

Can we trace the phone the
texts were sent from?

They were sent from a pay-as-you-go
phone

that dropped off the grid three days
ago.

So we pulled the phone's call
and message logs,

but it looks like it was only used
to send these two messages.

However, geographical mapping shows
that both times the phone was used

within half a mile
of the drop location.

Great!
Let's check out the drop-site.

Presumably the blackmailer chose
the location specifically,

- knows the area well, perhaps.
- My thoughts exactly.

Where did the blackmailer
get the letter from?

Can you pull the letter
up on screen?

The hospital obviously
had a copy.

So did her GP.

Karen may have been sent
the letter too,

but that's not what we're
looking at here.

This document is a draft copy.

It isn't signed by the consultant
or the midwife.

So,
this must have been printed off

before the letters to Karen
and her GP were sent out.

Yeah.
By someone who had direct access

to Karen Sawyers' medical files.

OK. You guys check
out the drop site.

Will you come with me to Hamilton
Ashe hospital to speak to Mr. Laing?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Walburton Engineering
Eglood Road.

Empty oil drum.
By 7pm.

Court One, 15 minutes,
Mr. Farrell.

I don't dispute that my client
has been absent

from his children's lives,

but that was by necessity,
not by design.

His ex-wife frequently altered
arrangements without consulting him,

and when he was allowed
in the family home...

Well, the atmosphere was toxic.

So, for the good of the children,
my client took a step back.

That's bullshit!

It was never my client's
intention

to give up on his children.

And given the stable home
he can provide them with,

it is our belief that joint custody

is the very least my client
deserves.

To the best of your knowledge,

has anyone had
unauthorised access

to this hospital's
confidential medical files?

I've said I don't think it's
appropriate for me to comment

without a member of the Trust's
legal team present.

It's a criminal offence to obstruct
the police in the execution of their duties.

And if you withhold vital
evidence from us,

then you will be charged with
perverting the course of justice.

All right!

You've made your point.

Jane!

Can you cancel
the Departmental Heads meeting?

We'll have to re-schedule.
Somehow.

Of course.

Jane!
The door, please.

A few weeks ago, we had a fairly
sizeable data breach.

A cyber hacker calling himself
Splinter

managed to penetrate
our systems and

- and downloaded patient files.
- How?

He e-mailed our
Patient Liaison Service

with a bogus enquiry.

A member of the team
opened the e-mail

and the malware started to download.

Our digital defences should
have detected it,

but these things are changing
all the time.

How many patients are affected?

Hard to tell.

Up to 30,000.

People's notes,

the treatments they were taking,
the drugs they were on?

Yes.

You said he was called Splinter?

Yes.
Shortly after the breach,

he e-mailed me directly.

Alerted me to the theft, and
included samples of the stolen files

and demanded £100,000.
Said if we didn't comply,

he'd put all the files
in the public domain.

What did you do?

I refused to pay, of course.

- Have you still got the e-mail?
- No.

We deleted it and our IT people
removed it from the server.

And he hasn't been
in touch since?

No, not a thing.

And you never considered
reporting it?

I thought it was an empty threat.

I didn't want to alarm
people unnecess...

You have a duty of candour
to your patients,

to your staff...

I had the reputation of the hospital
to consider, the Trust.

What you did was both stupid
and illegal.

And has cost three people
their lives.

I'm going to need that
computer from Patient Liaison.

And your full co-operation.

So, how long have you been working
with DI Silva?

About six months or so.

What do you make of her?

I'd say her bark
is as bad as her bite.

Not that I'd say that to her face,
of course.

Your secret's safe with me.

Broken.

Handy.

- After you.
- Thank you.

Walters!

Camera.

So, we checked the tapes
from the night Karen Sawyers

was supposed to pay the ransom.

She never turned up,

but just before 8:00pm,
this guy does.

He takes care to stay in the shadows
for as long as possible,

then heads towards the warehouse.

OK?
Ten minutes later...

..he's back.

Walking away from the scene
empty handed.

And presumably
pretty pissed off.

What do we know about this
Splinter?

He's been linked to
a number of cyber scams,

but has never been
definitively identified.

He began with sextortion,

then hacked an infidelity
website,

before moving on to phone companies,
broadcasters and banks.

He's a 21st century highwayman.

Data theft and extortion are his
stock in trade.

Stealing secrets.

I suppose we've
all got something to hide.

I'll get our data
forensic boys onto it.

Though they're pretty
overrun at the moment.

I've got a better idea.

Didn't think you'd be able

to stay away after last night.

Fancy another nibble, do you?

Max, you're on speakerphone,
and I'm with the police.

Of course.
Sorry.

What can I do for you?

Have you seen my bag, Shelley?

- Sorry?
- My gym bag.

I had it yesterday.

What about the trial?

They settled.

Even still,
shouldn't you be in chambers?

Jason!
What's going on?

You come home in the middle
of the night.

You're gone again before we even
get the chance to talk.

You're scaring me.

You know you can talk to me
about anything, don't you?

Anything at all.

It's fine.
Trust me.

Everything's going to be just fine.

What exactly are you suggesting,
Ms. Glennister?

Let's go public about the breach,
issue an apology

and then try and rectify
the situation.

What would that achieve?
Panic.

- Groundless panic.
- It's hardly groundless.

We should let the police
investigation run its course

before making a decision.

If the perpetrator is our cyber
hacker,

and if he's caught,
and the hacked files recovered,

then we may not need to go public

and damage the reputation
of this hospital.

Is it damage to the hospital
you're worried about, Simon?

Or damage to your career?

Because if it's the latter,
let me be straight with you.

Tomorrow there will be
an extraordinary meeting

of the Trust board, at which your
suspension will be discussed.

- I just...
- I need to report the matter

to the Information
Commissioner's Office,

and we also need to
liaise with the police

about possible criminal charges.

I mean, for God's sake, Simon,

why didn't you bring
this to me sooner?!

All good hackers use
obfuscation techniques

to conceal their IP addresses.

Meaning...?

They ping their activity
around numerous

international servers,

usually routing via countries
which are hard to police,

like Russia and Serbia.

Throw in the fact
that they also use

sophisticated
encryption programmes,

and you are going to be
pissing in the wind trying

to track them via
traffic analysis.

Any good news?

The good news is that we have the
computer from Hamilton Ashe

that let the malware
into the hospital system.

Each malware programme has its own
unique digital make up.

This one goes by the name Imprimo.

If you can work out which UK users

have purchased this specific
Malware programme via the Dark Web

- or other covert spaces...
- That must be hundreds of people

- thousands, even.
- So,

you cross reference your findings
with your other big clue...

his online alias.

So, what happens when you
type in Splinter, then?

I didn't say it was going
to be easy.

It's not hypnosis,
there is no trance.

Some studies suggest

this replicates eye movements
during REM sleep...

..when the brain is most able to
reprocess events.

I just follow the light?

You were trapped, Nikki.

You open your eyes...

..and it's dark.

"I'm dead."

I can't move.

I push.

I shout.

But there's nothing.

And you feel...?

Enraged.

Embarrassed.

Stupid.

You're in the dark.

Jack is trying to help you,

he's talking to you
on the phone.

I said I could help them.

Now everyone has to help me.

And nobody can.

Are you helpless, Nikki?

A helpless girl?

What does that bring up?

Everyone is trying to talk to me.

They keep saying
they want to help me.

But it's not me that needs help.

She's dead.

She's in the box.

Who?
You, Nikki?

No, not me.

Mum.

My mother.

You were 14
when she died.

I don't want to talk about this,
I don't need to.

Your mother's death came up.

Trauma attaches to other trauma.

That's why it's so potent,
it knows you very well.

This is pointless, I want to stop.

This isn't what you hoped for?

It's not the fix you wanted.

My patients come
in to me on a slab

and I have to figure them out.

You have a live one in front of you
and this is really all you've got?

I don't want to leave this here,
Nikki.

Right now you're very vulnerable.

Please, Nikki, sit down.

Do you know there's been a data
breach in the hospital?

I only heard about it yesterday.

So, I'm vulnerable in all
sorts of ways, aren't I?

You're worried about
people knowing?

Aren't you?
Shouldn't you be?

All our secrets!

I'm not a child any more.
And I'm not trapped any more.

So, how is this helping?

I think we're here
at cross-purposes, Nikki.

You seem to be here to want
to prove I can't help you.

And I'm here to see if I can.

You're saying that
I can't go back to

how things were
before it happened.

You're saying that it's been there
for a long time.

So, what,

my condition is defeat?

I can't make connections,
or can't keep them?

Nikki...

- How was that? Good day?
- Sure.

Mum's feeling a bit better,
why don't we drop
in there now?

I've got some flowers,
a card you can write.

If you don't like the card,
we can get another.

I just thought it might save
a bit of time, that's all.

- Got somewhere to be?
- No. I didn't mean it like that.

Anyway, I'm sure she's
keen to see you, so jump in.

- I can walk.
- What?

I said I can walk.
It's only five minutes away.

I've got the car right here.
Come on, Ro, it's getting late.

I can't have you
walking the streets, can I?

I walk to school by myself
every day, Dad.

I know you do. But even so,
I'm responsible for you,

so I would like you to get
in the car and...

Fine!

I'm going to see Mum by myself,
though.

Come out!

Come out, you bastard!

Come on!

Hi, this is Jason Farrell.

Sorry I can't take your call.
Please leave a message.

Where are you?
Baby, look, I'm freaking out here.

Please, Jason, just call me.
I'm still at the house.

I'm not angry, OK? Just call me.
Please.

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