Original subtitles

This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting

from the start, deals with Suicide, and contains some strong language

Do you know what a spy cop is?

Gary Jackson reckoned there was an undercover cop in the village.

Came under a false name and stayed.

Did he mention a name? Is that why you think he was killed?

You have a great pretender in your midst.

And I'll warrant that mad bastard in the woods knows who it might be.

It's Jenny Ryan. Jenny Ryan?

If there were anything amiss

or anything new about that night, I need to know.

The person that signed for Sarah's missed package the day before

was Andy Fisher.

HORN BLARES

Dad!

DAD!

Oh, come on!

Shit! At least you've had

plenty of practice digging yourself out of holes!

You know you used that joke last time, right?

Yeah, well, stop getting yourself in the bunker, then, week on week.

Uh, Amy?

Etiquette - I'm first to putt.

Etiquette can do one when I'm this far ahead.

And I haven't even had my espresso.

INHALES

What's that? What the...?

Where's that come from?

GASPS

Amy? Amy!

AMY GASPS

Amy!

CRIES OUT

Amy! Don't move, yeah? Stay low!

Jacob, I'm scared! Keep still!

AMY WAILS

Somebody help us!

Amy... Amy!

Amy. Give me your leg, yeah?

I'll pull you in. We have to get you off the green, yeah?

No, it hurts!

No. No! SCREAMS

SCREAMS CONTINUE

GRUNTS

WHIMPERS

Don't kill him

when you find him, whatever you do.

Please. I hate him

but don't kill him. We're not gonna kill him.

No, but he's running, isn't he?

So please don't...

He's not dangerous.

He's not.

This, um...

This other man we're looking for in the woods,

Scott Rowley...

..he fired an arrow into your father's train.

I mean, why might he have done that?

Maybe that's what freaked my dad out.

Maybe that's why something, like, snapped in him.

I don't know. The PTSD or whatever...

Yeah. I suppose what I'm asking is,

it's possible Scott knows or suspects

who this ex-undercover officer is.

Now, do you think it's possible

that your dad could have, once upon a time...

My dad?

He's uncomfortable enough in his own skin,

let alone someone else's.

He's...

He's just a normal man.

He likes trains.

He has early nights.

He...

I just wanna look him in his eyes again.

I wanna know why.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

PANTS

So...

..two men on the run now.

A search area that's too big.

It's time to push that button, Ian.

The ACC have authorised

the deployment of hundreds of officers

from other forces to come here. A national response.

What other forces?

Oh, no.

Ian... No, not the fucking Met.

They have the resources, they have...

I'm not having those bastards back here!

What are our other options? The Army?

I'm sorry, Chief, but you weren't here.

SHOUTING

This place remembers -

I remember - how they behaved last time.

Oh, I don't believe this.

All I know is, as my Senior Investigating Officer,

I'm gonna need you to bury whatever personal feelings

or private doubts you have.

I need you to stand next to me

and tell everyone that everything's gonna be OK.

The fucking Met?

And they're gonna be descending on the village?

No, not descending. Assisting.

And I will remain as SIO. And this time, they're here to help.

We came to help the last time.

Scott, we assume,

is prepared for a long stay surviving outside.

He's armed with a range of weapons

and prepared to use them.

Andy, on the other hand, is improvising.

He's not prepared to stay out.

We have no idea what his intentions are

or his mental state,

so, yes, I'm sorry, we need the assistance of the Met.

And they're arriving today. Several hundred of them.

It's a size and scale

that'll make this one of the country's

largest ever manhunts, and we need to be ready for them.

These are a new generation of Met officers,

nothing to do with anything that may have happened

in the past.

Let us be professional, cooperative

but focused.

They'll come here, help us apprehend these two

and then they will leave.

Right, let's go.

Yeah.

Yeah, thank you. Ten minutes.

I've got to reassure people.

They find out the Met are coming up,

they're not gonna be too pleased,

so I've organised a mini town hall at the primary school,

talk to parents as they're dropping off their kids.

I need you to do it. Look, it's your force,

so you need to represent them.

Tell them not to worry.

Tell them that it will be different this time.

GROANS

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

DOG BARKS

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

SIGHS

Mrs Harris?

SIGHS

Look, I know... Thank you.

I know, I know, I know, but, look,

they needed somebody to address...

You couldn't have politely just stood aside

and let another detective come? I didn't ask to come here.

Because, frankly, we're all feeling the pressure here at the moment,

and being cornered

in my own school? Oh, come on, Jenny!

I would never corner you.

They wanted it to be a Met officer,

and right now I'm the sole representative.

Morning, morning. Mrs Sparrow.

DI Salisbury, these are some of our school governors.

I thought it was best to invite as many as...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We've met before, actually.

He, um...

He arrested my son and husband.

Wrongly.

Nice to meet you.

SIGHS

My force is joining with your force

to help catch these men. That's it.

That's all.

And I'm obviously aware

that one of the victim's family is here,

and I thank you for that.

And we owe it to them

to bring those responsible to justice.

Yeah?

What's this about you London lot

hiding police in our town back then to spy on us?

Is this true? I'm afraid I can't comment on that.

It's true! You can read all about it online.

You can read about anything online!

Shut up, you!

And Gary Jackson knew.

That spy was passing on false evidence against him.

Excuse me for language in a school, genuinely, Mrs Harris,

but you are spouting absolute, genuine NUM bullshit!

ARGUMENT ERUPTS

All right, ladies and gents...

Two people are dead, for Christ's sake!

Have some feelings for her!

Someone's been shot.

What?

At the golf course.

Someone's just posted about it. They think it's him.

ARGUMENT CONTINUES

All right, ladies and gents...

DOG BARKS

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

Two males, one female.

Around 7.45 this morning. One arrow hit the cart,

the other hit the woman.

Amy Whitstable, 38, from Chesterfield.

Businesswoman. Runs a chain of hotels.

She's on her way to King's Mill now, critical condition.

One male also treated for severe shock.

Second male's over there.

Jesus.

Jay.

How are you doing?

Hey, hey. It's all right.

I'll call Jenny for you.

Get her to meet you at the hospital.

We just became

the police capital of the entire country.

Can you bloody believe it?

What's new? Owt or nowt?

They're still at it.

Fired an arrow at some golfers, mad bastard.

Oh, my God.

They'll say we trained him.

Surely?

People will know he used to come here.

He trained himself. We're an archery range.

We can't take responsibility

for every crackpot nutjob that comes up here.

To be fair, he did do us summat of a favour, didn't he?

I mean, I weren't gonna bloody kill Gary,

obviously, but he had torched our gear.

Scott just got in there first.

All right, Rory.

I got to know him a bit, didn't I?

When he used to come up here, like.

He was into computers and stuff.

Here we go. All this again.

I just taught him some hacks and shit, that's all.

Sourced him some hardware and viruses and that.

Can they trace it back to us, what you gave him?

You stupid arsehole! All right, Mickey.

So they're gonna come knocking on our door again, are they?

That's magnificent work, that is!

You were on his list.

What, your dad?

Whose list?

Gary Jackson's.

Remember what that miner chap said the other night?

About someone spying for the police?

Someone who came here from elsewhere back in the '80s.

That could be you.

Oh, aye. Ex-copper!

Ha! Of course that's me.

I came here cos my old man dragged me,

the whole family,

place to place, pit to pit,

and I vowed then

you'd never find me in a black hole beneath the earth.

A different, better life for my sons.

And that is what I'm trying to protect.

Yeah, that's what I'm trying to protect, Dad.

My way, we'd be protected from these unpredictable...

Fucking...

Oh, no.

"My way"?

Who are you, Frank Sinatra?

"My way"!

There is only our way.

The tide comes in, the tide goes out.

We rise together,

we fall together.

You just don't get it!

Come wi' me.

We'll be back around teatime.

MICKEY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY

DOOR OPENS

Just try and do as your dad asks, all right?

DOOR CLOSES

Oi!

What is it?

What's up?

Nothing. I'm just... It's not nothing.

You're upset.

Is it school?

Is it what's going on here, this...this man, these murders?

No.

Is it a girl?

VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY

Who is she?

You'll get cross.

So what? Stand up for yourself.

Cinderella Jackson.

Well, well.

I think she's scared of what everyone might say.

You know, about me.

Where I'm from.

Where you're from?

I know what goes on here, Mum.

I'm not stupid.

I'm not blind.

Do you ever think about how that affects me?

And my... Hang on. Are you...

Are you...are you... Are you trying to tell me...

Just look at me!

Are you trying to tell me...

..that you're ashamed?

No...

Oh, God.

Wait fucking here.

Mum!

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

Got to get him today.

Get this lot out of here.

I think they've managed to find everyone who's camping

or using the forest, bar one pair of backpackers.

It's wrong -

kicking people out of here.

It's supposed to be a public space.

Look, we need to follow up with those people

that were attacked on the golf course this morning. Now...

..Jacob Harris is a friend of mine, so I can't interview him.

I thought you could do it.

I know that's awkward, given your, um...

You all right with that?

Yeah, course it's all right.

Thanks.

Spread out!

Make more space.

SIREN WAILS

You should have called us in the minute you saw it.

We are on the same side.

Yeah. So explain it to me again,

like I'm someone who doesn't understand kids' video games.

Well, he typed... If it was him.

He typed this into my grandson's thing -

"Robbie Platt".

And I remembered that name from this.

Here.

There's this photo. It was in with Gary's stuff.

Oh, God.

What?

I was there.

That night, I remember...

Well, we all remember that night, don't we?

Yeah.

Right, well, thanks for handing this in. I'll...

Yeah. I'll get onto it.

Well, I know you're really busy,

but I've just made a pot of tea.

Do you fancy a cup? No. No.

Are you sure? You look a bit ragged.

All right.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Good.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

TEA POURS

SIGHS

DOG BARKS

HELICOPTER APPROACHES

Oh...

There you go.

Thanks.

Um, I'm looking for work at the moment,

but it's looking best to go for, like, a graduate role...

Oh, I like this one.

You have to, um, come up with an answer

that nobody else would come up with.

It's like the opposite of Family Fortunes,

where you have to get the top answer.

So I'm going to go for...

I don't suppose you get much time for TV at home.

No, not really. Mmm.

It's right, James. You've done it!

So, yeah, say the question is, um,

name a David Bowie song,

the point is to not say a really obvious one, like,

um...

Oh, God, I dunno. My mind's gone blank.

So that was a pointless example.

Not as in Pointless example.

Five Years. What?

That's a David Bowie song.

Oh! I didn't know that,

so that's a pointless answer. Oh. All right, I'm sorry. No, no!

No, as in that's a good thing.

The point is... to be pointless.

I mean, that's the whole...

That's the point. Right.

Do you get it?

Yes, I get it.

Good.

It's right, James.

Oh, you've done it! Down it goes to 21...

I should go. Um... Oh, OK.

Thanks for the tea. Fine.

Right, I'll see you, Julie.

Yeah.

And, um...

Look after yourself.

Yeah.

DOOR CLOSES

SIREN WAILS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Harris.

Mrs Harris.

Hello again.

"Again"?

This morning at school.

DI Salisbury came in to have a word.

I actually already gave a statement to one of your officers.

Ian. He's an old pal.

Well, actually, they're not my officers.

My name is DI Salisbury.

I'm a detective from the Metropolitan Police.

How is she?

Well, they've stemmed the bleeding. It was, um,

a flesh wound in the abdomen. Serious,

but they think any internal damage will be limited.

These arrows...

Is it possible to recall if he was aiming

at any one of you in particular?

No.

The one that hit Amy deflected off the golf cart.

So then it's possible that he was aiming at you?

Do you always play golf together at this time every week?

Pretty much, yeah.

Might Scott Rowley know that?

How would he have known that?

Might he have followed you to the course?

Driving from home?

I didn't drive from home.

Jake was in Sheffield last night for work.

What, you didn't drive in together? You and Amy?

No. Why would we?

Well, it's just that, um,

Amy didn't have a vehicle in the car park.

No, um... CLEARS HIS THROAT

OK, sorry.

My mind's a bit, um...

Yeah. I did... I did, um, pick her up from her house

on the way from my hotel.

So you arrived at the golf course,

as you said,

um, about...7am,

which means that you would have had to have left her house

in Chesterfield quite early.

We...we did leave hers...

..quite early. Um...

Maybe 6.15.

Which means that you would have had to have checked out

of your hotel in Sheffield at, what, 5.30am?

That's committed.

Erm...

JACOB SIGHS

We should, um...

Can we...?

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Can I come in?

Where are your kids?

Grandkids.

Cindy's at the rec with her little brother.

Mmm. Nice place.

Thank you.

My son and your granddaughter are having a thing.

They're seeing each other.

No. She tells me everything.

She doesn't.

Only our Ronan doesn't think he can see her

because of what he thinks we'll think of him.

And your girl doesn't think she can see him

because of what you'll think of her

because of what you think of us.

I don't think anything of you.

Up until this business a few days ago,

I were perfectly content for our families

to be out of each other's orbits.

It wasn't always the case.

We used to rub alongside each other quite a bit

back in the day -

me, you, your sister Cathy,

as wide-eyed young things.

Yeah. Well, that were then.

Haven't your family always been painted different too?

The angry strikers in a town full of scabs.

Don't use that word. He did.

Your husband. Yeah. He did.

But I don't.

Well, she has my permission.

Cinderella. To come round, see Ronan once in a while.

Unless you really do wanna stand in their way.

Ball's in your court.

DOOR CLOSES

All right.

All right, I'll get back to you.

Look...

Look, I'll get back to you.

Hey!

That were Jacob Harris.

What were you doing, asking about where he slept

and who he were with?

I was establishing what routine

he kept in order to... I can't believe this!

Is this about her?

Hey?

You couldn't resist, could you? I knew it.

I'm taking a moment to stay calm...

..which is quite difficult...

..because it sounded like you were accusing me

of gross unprofessionalism then.

Oh, well, given your track record.

I understand it's tricky that I accidentally

and without meaning to exposed your friend's affair,

for which I apologise.

But it's not my responsibility.

It's his.

And it's not my business either.

It's theirs.

And this has what, exactly, to do with this investigation?

I was trying to establish

whether Scott was firing at one of them in particular.

Lest we forget...

If this is what Scott's up to,

searching for this spy, for whatever reason,

then we need to get ahead of him.

We need to find out who it is.

We need to start talking to people who know more about this

than we do.

GASPS

Ohh... WHIMPERS

You...

You go...

You go back, yeah?

Yeah? Nah, nah, nah, nah.

BIRD SQUAWKS

You go back, yeah? No. No...

Fucking hell, Andy.

So, uh...

So, so wrong.

SNIFFS

Run! Run!

Run.

Where? Where?

Fucking where, Andy?!

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh...

Yeah.

Yeah, it was an accident.

Yeah, it's an accident.

Explain.

Explain... Oh, son...

Fucking...

Ah!

Just, uh...

Just, uh...

Ha-Hand yourself to the police,

that policeman.

Yeah. OK. SNIFFS

Yeah. OK.

BIRDS QUACK

Hello. Hi.

Jennifer Hale. The NUM.

Well, I was looking forward to getting away,

but this is nicer than I'd hoped.

Yeah. Thanks for agreeing to talk to us

at such short notice.

Newstead Abbey,

it's Lord Byron's country pile.

Byron? Really?

"Adversity is the first path to truth."

Sorry, I think we were expecting...

From the National Union of Mineworkers, what?

Shaved head, stubble face, mucky hands?

Yeah.

Listen, did Byron have a kettle?

Cos I'm absolutely gasping.

I'm a retired - well, meant to be retired - solicitor.

Though I'm sure the Home Office would call me an activist

and all-round pain in the arse.

Thanks.

I work pro bono on everything

from the Orgreave Truth and Justice campaign

to this new inquiry into undercover policing,

of which the NUM are core participants.

So the NUM, it really thinks that the government of the day

and the police put undercover officers

into mining communities?

It really does. Yes.

I do.

The SDS were an elite and top-top-secret unit

operating inside Scotland Yard

from 1968 all the way to 2008.

There are 40 million pages of intelligence gathered

that we're still trawling through.

Yeah, but all police forces use undercover officers,

not just the Met.

I mean, your lot do.

Against organised crime, yes.

These operatives penetrated political groups

the Government didn't like.

This is something different.

This is political policing

against non-violent,

law-abiding members of the public. You and me.

Your neighbours. Friends.

They entered our workplaces,

had a drink at the pub,

popped into your child's birthday party,

all the while documenting your lives.

Of course, this whole thing was only uncovered

after the controversy over sexual misconduct.

Spy cops formed relationships with their targets,

in some cases fathering children.

Those women don't mince their words

about what they went through.

It was rape by the state.

If there is a spy cop still in the village

lying to friends and family,

then I need to know who they are.

We think this killer is after them,

so if I can identify them,

then I can possibly save their life.

Look, I'm with you,

but the odds of you getting any names out of the Met

are somewhere between unlikely and fat chance, mate.

The inquiry granted anonymity to nearly all ex-spy cops

if they cooperated.

And I'll be honest with you...

..we want those testimonies. We need their cooperation

if we're to get to the truth of it all.

So that we can get angry about it

and then grieve

and then heal.

THUNDER RUMBLES

God, we're an old country.

Look at this place.

So much past.

Which means, unfortunately, quite a lot of mistakes.

But it's not the getting things wrong that's the problem.

It's this sweeping under the carpet of it all

and refusing to just bloody look at it

and learn from it.

When the Thatcher government's Cabinet papers

were released under the 30-year rule,

even I, a mad cynic, needed a stiff drink.

It's all there in black and white.

The Ridley Report.

By a future Tory Secretary of State.

They wanted that strike.

They wanted to change the political landscape

of this country away from collectivism

towards deregulated market forces.

And reasonable people can agree or disagree with that shift.

The point is, in order to achieve it, they needed a war.

They needed to -

and I quote -

provoke a strike in nationalised industries.

And they picked coal.

And they won.

And this country changed.

THUNDER RUMBLES For ever.

And Christ...

..if they used spies to stir up trouble,

tear people apart...

..well, you never stood a chance.

Hillsborough. The miners' strike.

Phone hacking.

Stephen Lawrence.

Some of the most unsavoury aspects of British policing

over the last half a century

that we are managing to drag out of the darkness

and into the light.

It all demands justice.

And you know what?

You do too.

Keep going.

THUNDER RUMBLES

From what she told us,

this spy could be anyone who joined the community

before or during the strike,

immersed themselves in order to spy on potential militants

or agitators.

Yeah, well, we know the people that Scott was tracking online,

remember? Following Gary's trail.

Um...

Obvious candidate - Fred Rowley.

It says that he was relocated from Silverdale

to Bentinck pit in '83,

but maybe that's his cover story.

Maybe.

There's also Andy Fisher.

Scott fired at his train.

And now he's a murderer himself,

maybe to cover something up. Yeah.

He was a lifelong resident of the village, though.

Look, I know you think my judgment's clouded on this,

but...Jacob Harris is a resident

who relocated here around that time, isn't he?

Yeah, but he wasn't undercover, was he?

He was in uniform. I trained with him.

We're looking for a spy.

Well, anyone else you remember from that period

seemingly turning up out of the blue?

There were lots of families relocated here at that time.

Nottinghamshire - it was modern pits, it was a rich coalfield.

It was a good thing, you know, families arriving.

That's how I met my wife, actually.

IAN CHUCKLES

What, Helen's from mining stock?

Worse - management.

Her mum worked for the coal board.

So, do you want me to put her name down as well?

No, no, no.

Although everyone's a suspect.

RAPS DESK

VEHICLE DRIVES PAST

DOOR CLOSES

Julie...

Your son...

He came into my house.

What did he want?

I don't know.

Mess with our heads.

I don't know what he's doing, what he wants. Do you?

Oh, Julie, I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I'm here, really.

Just thought it's a bit odd that we're all, you know,

going through something and we're going through it alone,

so...

Just...

Well, is one of you going to offer me a fucking drink,

or what?

Yeah.

Anyway, sit down.

SNORES GENTLY

SIGHS

SIGHS

Why's that, then, Helen?

FAINT CLINKING

SIGHS

CLATTERING

FAINT CHATTER

Exhausted...

Yeah, I made some breakfast...

Oh, great. I'll just have one...

Good?

Oh, yeah.

PANTS

Have you got everything...?

Yeah, I've got maps, tea, snacks...

Down there? Yeah.

BOW CLICKS

BIRD SQUAWKS

PHONE RINGS

WHIMPERS SOFTLY

RINGING STOPS

FAINT CHATTER

YELLS WILDLY

GASPS

Hey, stop! Hey!

Hey, come back!

Ohh!

GASPS

PANTS

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

Hello. It's...

It's...Andy.

Andy Fisher. I know I'm calling my own phone

and leaving a message on my own answering machine, but...

SIGHS

This is a message...for Neel.

I know you...

..won't forgive me for the thing that I...

..I really didn't mean to do.

I didn't mean to...to run.

I just...

I didn't know what else to do.

But I want to come back.

I want to come in.

I want to be found.

And then I'll accept whatever's coming.

And...I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ohh...

So, anyway, I've got a phone.

You can track my phone and...

..maybe I'll get to a road, or something,

and flag someone down, but, um...

SNIFFS

..I'm ready.

I'm ready for the consequences.

OK, so we don't necessarily have our name

but what do we have? Thanks.

Gary circled this person here.

His name - Robbie Platt.

The same name that Scott typed into a little lad's video game.

That's two mentions of the name Robbie Platt.

Yeah, but there is no Robbie Platt locally.

I've searched.

Yeah, but if he is an example of a Met spy

posted into the coalfields in '84,

then maybe someone from my lot remembers who they are.

Either way...

..I think it's time I looked my force in the eye

and asked 'em.

Well, go for it.

At platform 2

will be the 12.25 service to London St Pancras.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

You don't consider this

to have moved beyond the parameters

of what you were sent up there to achieve?

If this person was working as an undercover officer

during that time,

then presumably all he was doing

was the task assigned to him, Kevin,

and he shouldn't, decades later,

be dragged into an active investigation.

Yeah, I know, but I just need

to speak to some senior officers,

most of them probably retired.

Anyone from that period who might recognise...

..this fella.

Off the record.

That looks like Raggett.

Bill Raggett. We were in Special Operations together

in the '90s. He retired 10 or 15 years ago.

Where is he?

DOOR CLOSES

Bill? Yeah?

RAIN POURING DOWN OUTSIDE

Sorry to bother you so late.

Late? Huh!

Not late enough.

Another couple of weeks, I reckon.

Then it would have been much too late for you.

Ask your questions, Inspector.

Do you recognise this person?

Ohh.

Just barely.

So...

..you were Robbie Platt.

Robbie Platt...

..is a dead child from Peterborough, I think.

That's how it worked.

We'd squat in the identities of dead kids.

Who's "we"?

"We", in our case,

in 1984,

were five of us.

Wordsworth.

Coleridge.

Byron.

Keats.

Blake.

Romantic poets.

My idea, as it happens.

You haven't been asked to testify to the inquiry?

Why would I?

I ain't done nothing wrong.

I did the job that was asked of me,

behaved myself,

came home.

Culture and standards change.

And I'm glad that they do.

But I will not be publicly dragged onto the altar

of hand-wringing virtue signallers.

I did my job.

I think one of your team might have done something wrong.

How's that?

Did one of you stay?

Stay? What do you mean?

Did one of you five stay up at the coalfields?

With a false identity?

How would that even work?

Why didn't your unit extract them, pull 'em back in?

Everyone came back.

We all did.

No.

I should have seen it.

They were trouble from the start.

Who?

Keats.

SCOFFS

"Love seeketh not itself to please...

"Nor for itself hath any care...

"But for another gives its ease...

"And builds a Heaven...

"..in Hell's despair."

I might need you to come in.

Come in? Where?

I've got weeks to fucking live, and I would...

..I would actually quite like that

to be my legacy.

For my family.

Not this.

We need your help.

And I've said no.

And I'm not asking.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Hello? DI Salisbury?

It's Helen St Clair.

Oh, uh...

Uh... Hi.

You're...looking for me.

GENTLE MUSIC

SIGHS

There are people who, when certain questions are asked,

certain enquiries made...

..they have to contact me for my safety.

You know my name is not my name.

Yeah, well, I haven't actually got that far yet. Your, um...

THUNDER RUMBLES

Your files are restricted.

Have you spoken to my husband yet?

THUNDER RUMBLES

I think we should talk.

MUSIC STILL PLAYS

GUNSHOT