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Rachel!

Look, you don't understand.

Look at Craig -

ordered to shoot, hesitates cos
he thinks he's seen a kid in the car.

Bang! Blinded for life.
What about Jason?

No fucking legs!

Half a gut, can't even wipe
his own fuckin arse!

It's split-second decisions.

- You saw that film!
- It's fuckin us or them!

What about that little boy?

He had a mobile, he didn't have a gun.

Oh, come on! What d'you think
they use to set off the IEDs?

- I don't even know what an IED is!
- Improvised explosive device.

It's been fucking killing our lads
for the last three years.

Come on, Rachel.
Fucking wake up.

Why wasn't there an incident report?
At least four people were killed.

To avoid a scandal. They don't
want to get a reputation as cowboys.

That could jeopardise
millions' worth of contracts.

And what about
those poor people in the taxi?

Come on, there's over
a million people dead.

You think they'd give a flying fuck
about a taxi driver and a nosy kid?

Frankie did. He cared.

It's a text message from Tommy.

The names of the Colombians
that were on duty with Frankie,

the day they shot up the taxi.

Show me.

It's the same names.

The same three boys that were killed
on the 17th, with Frankie.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

Haynes sent them to me.

Fuck. That makes Nelson
the only survivor.

- Was it him who shot up the taxi?
- Yeah.

I was in the Paras with him,
he's a fuckin arsehole.

I'm going to the police.

Wait! What are the police
gonna do in Baghdad?

These bastards will run rings round them.

I don't give a shit. I'll go
to the police, the MP, the papers...

Just stop. Wait a minute.

Remember the Iraqi that was
picked up by the soldiers in Basra?

Eh?

93 injuries, beaten to death -
they still got off with it!

They closed ranks -
they always have, they always will.

- What can we do?
- Give me more time.

Just give me some more time.

Fergus.

At the funeral, Walker asked me
about an Iraqi mobile.

He said Frankie had borrowed
an Iraqi mobile phone,

and he'd forgotten to return it.

Fuckin bastard knew all along.

- Think he's going to turn up?
- I know he will. Don't ask why.

Put that one on silent.

Is it working?

Yeah, you're ringing me now.

I'll hide that in his car.

Put mine on mute.

Sometimes the simplest things
work better.

What's that?

It's a tracking device.

Nothing fancy,
you just buy it over the counter.

There he is.

I mean, this taxi
just got way too close.

Our wagon carried out manoeuvres
right down to the letter.

They went from the outside lane
down to the inside lane.

Taxi's still coming.

They tried to pull away from the taxi.

Taxi was still on his tail.

One of the Colombian boys
started screaming at Nelson

to take a warning shot.

Nelson fired a mini-flare.
Taxi kept coming.

Nelson fired a shot.
Taxi didn't pull back.

Nelson had no option -
he took the taxi out.

What about Frankie?

Well, Frankie forced the driver
to stop the vehicle.

Run back to the taxi.

He put his own life at risk,
and the entire team's.

Nelson wanted him sacked.

What did you do?

I'm risking my career here.

I should've went
through the channels...

but Frankie was beside himself.

Especially about the kids.

He suggested compensation.

We all agreed. We all chipped in,
and we told no one outside of Iraq.

- Did he phone you that night?
- Yeah, he did.

I phoned my wife, too.

I went with Hakim,

found the taxi driver's family,
paid 'em in cash.

Found the other people's family...
Hakim organised it all.

Maybe you should talk to him first.

Hello, it's Walker.
I'm in the UK with Fergus.

Fergus Molloy.
He's got a few questions for you.

Hakim?

Have you got a photo
of Frankie's vehicle?

I do.

We had it towed back to base.

It's true.
They paid the families.

Frankie was too good for Iraq, Rachel.

I've just left them.

I think it was OK.
She believed me, that's for sure.

No, he wasn't drinking.
Mineral water, the whole time.

Well, he spoke to Hakim.
That was a good fuckin idea.

I don't think they've got the mobile,
or they would've asked more questions.

It's best if he gets done and they send
him to prison for a couple of years.

Have they given
the green light for the takeover yet?

That's excellent, Andy.

It's all about you and your contracts.
You know that, don't you?

Listen, we'll open a couple
of bottles when we meet, yeah?

Take care.

- They're bastards, Fergus.
- Too fuckin right, they are.

- Peggy.
- Who's Peggy?

She's got a bar
in the Green Zone in Baghdad.

She's got some information.

Nelson was smashed.
He was absolutely out of his face.

Started calling Frankie names.

Things like "Goody-two-shoes" this.
"Florence Nightingale" that.

"Why don't you shag a rag-head
if you love them that much?"

Nelson started going on
about a mobile phone.

What did he say about the mobile?

He were going, "Where's
the fucking mobile, Florence?

"I seen you pick it up."

Frankie never said anything.
He still ignored him.

Then Nelson grabbed Frankie
by the collar.

"Where's the fucking mobile?"

Then Frankie punched him.
He went flying across the tables.

Christ knows how he got up again.

- Then Walker and a few of the lads came in.
- What did Walker do?

Walker and the lads dragged him
out of there, screaming blue murder.

But here's the thing. That night,
I was cleaning out the toilets,

and I seen it wrote on the wall.

"Florence, you're a dead girl."

I feel close to Frankie out here.

We used to skip school,
and get a bottle of Buckfast.

Go on the upper deck.

Nobody to hassle us.

Crossed this ferry every day, Rach.
Back and forth, back and forth.

Just trying to catch on to how
it was before, do you know what I mean?

Have you opened his e-mails?

Yeah.

Read them.

They weren't meant for me to read.

Lots from Marisol.
I can see why you liked her.

Not the way he was with me.
He was never like that with me.

That's how we are.

You'd be amazed at what we can do.

Look, Rachel,
I'm a different person with you

than I am with anyone else.

When we get off this boat,
I won't be the same as I am now.

You too, Rachel.

He was missing me.
He wanted to come home.

He was fed up, hated it.

They sent him to the airport
three times in his last week,

and there was no one there.

Like a fuckin shooting gallery.

There was more stuff, Fergus.
Not just that.

Mostly, it was about the stuff
with Nelson, the argument.

Nelson had said something
at breakfast one morning,

and Frankie just couldn't
let go of it. He'd said that...

"He was going to go
and get himself a rag-head."

Kill an Iraqi.
That's what he meant.

He wants to kill an Iraqi.

Nelson's mate had been shot
in Basra, the night before, and that's when...

Frankie had
a massive argument with that Walker.

Nearly came to blows.
It was about Nelson, it was about the taxi.

It was all related.
You don't think that they...

You think that they killed Frankie.

What you doin here, Fergus?

"Florence, you're a dead girl."

That ring any fuckin bells, Walker?

I didn't lie to you, Fergus.

I just didn't want to tell you.

I was worried about what you might do.

I fired Nelson, but Nelson
threatened to go public -

expose all the details
of what happened in the taxi.

All your precious contracts, up in smoke.

Yeah, basically.

I had to eat my words,
and take him back.

Why didn't you just pay him off?

Don't you think I tried that?
He just laughed at me.

He loves it out there.
All the gear, the adrenalin.

You think it was him that slotted Frankie?

Well, Nelson had
a temper on him, for sure.

And he hated Frankie.

But I can't honestly see
how he done it.

I just think that Frankie was in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

It was Route Irish.

Hey! What the fuck's going on?

Come on, then!

Whoa, whoa, stop!
Wait!

Shh, it's all right. It's all right.

You're just having a bad dream.

It's all right, mate.
Go back to sleep.

Fuckin Nelson...

I don't know who told him,
but he knew I'd been asking questions.

He come round at night,

kicked my door in,
dragged me out of bed,

proceeded to boot
the utter fuckin shite out o' me.

I wouldn't be so bothered,
but he's broke two of my ribs,

and it's a fuckin nightmare
when you're trying to do the toilet.

Sorry, I'm laughing, but...

you look like shit, Tommy.

- I got fired.
- Ah, fuck, Tommy, no!

Nelson told them I'd been
rooting about in the records.

They fired me.

I had to tell Nelson,

that it was for you
that I was looking.

Listen to me -
he's on the fuckin warpath.

He knows about you,
and what I've heard is...

he's heading back.

Did you get his address?

Yeah, I got his fuckin address.

I'm going to text it to you, OK?

Listen, he's a fuckin prick.

Listen, I've come back early.
I've got a serious job on.

I need two of your top blokes -
and I mean top blokes.

They've got to keep their gobs shut.
It's got to run water-tight, mate.

Yeah, excellent. Right, listen -
I'm at the airport now.

Soon as I get meself sorted,
I'll give you a bell back.

Fergus.
Glad you could make it.

Pleasure.

I was having a coffee.
Want something?

Even after the merger,
I'll still be at the heart of things. Thank you.

Which means I can hire who I want.

We've got major plans, Fergus.

We can go for the meaty stuff,
and leave the dross behind.

Our new contacts will give us
access to blue-chip clients,

national governments...

In time, we can move from
mine clearance and UXOs

to delivering entire
country reconstruction packages.

That is the big picture.

If I had a battalion-size team
of first-class guys -

you know who I mean -

we could sort out
somewhere like Darfur.

That's how big we're thinking.

Iraq is dust. It's time
to move on to pastures new.

And I need men like you, Fergus.

Or, if I can be frank - like you were.

- Like I was.
- Yeah, one of the best.

Why don't you come back in?

If it helps, I...

I've got a good guy I see myself,
from time to time.

Not a shrink - an executive counsellor.

What do you say?

- What about Nelson?
- Forget it.

He's small fry.

Do you think he slotted Frankie?

Nelson said he wanted to
"shoot a rag-head" that day.

I believe that. He was an arsehole.

After what happened,
Frankie was convinced it was murder.

The Colombian boys who were with him
said it was a fair call.

What can I say?

Nelson said that Frankie had
got hold of a mobile from a witness.

Now, that seems
a bit far-fetched to me.

If there was a mobile,

and Nelson couldn't get it off him,
then maybe he went for Frankie.

I've asked around, Fergus,
believe me.

Nelson was tight
with that dodgy driver, with a limp.

The one they called Mad Max,
cos of the way he drove.

- Remember him?
- Yeah.

Ex-police. Corrupt as...

Well, it seems that...
two days before Frankie died,

he and Nelson...
spent the day together.

- Where?
- Green Zone.

And they left together.

Now, we owed that guy
a month's wages - plus bonuses -

and we never saw him again.

Why was that?

Did he do Frankie,

at Nelson's say-so,
and get out of town?

Maybe he was kidnapped.
Got caught up in a car-bomb.

Maybe he joined
his family and children.

In Baghdad, who can say?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe Frankie was just in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh, my God.

Oh!

Got it, I've got it.

- Check the bedrooms.
- Where d'you want me?

Empty in here, mate.

Empty.

Could've hidden it anywhere.

It's fuckin empty!

- You sure this cunt lives in here?
- Just keep checking, mate.

Dave, there's messages.

Put it on loudspeaker, mate.

Fergus, it's me again.

You need to phone me back, please.
Straightaway.

Someone's got into the flat,
and it's a complete mess.

Frankie's ashes are everywhere.

Fuckin hell -
so that's what they were, eh?

Where the fuck are you? Bye.

'Ello, lad. Only me.
Sick of this fuckin voicemail.

Oh yeah, by the way, Jamie phoned
and said he needed to see you.

Who the fuck's Jamie?

Give us a bell back when you can.
Catch you later.

Hello, hi. This is Harim,
calling for Fergus.

I have finished the translations,
including text messages. Call me at...

The fuckin dirty-rag bastard -
he's got the mobile!

...913218.
Maybe you could call around to my flat.

Replay that, give us the number.

I'll send a text,
as if I'm Fergus.

All right, get up!

Get down, get down! Get in! Get in!

Keep fucking moving, over there.

Which one of you bastards is Harim?

Is it you?

Oi! Is it you?

Fucking tell me!

Which bastard's Harim?

Fucking look at me.

You'll fucking do.

- Get him out!
- Get him on his fucking knees.

It's me, it's me. I am him.

Fucking get down.

Fucking bastard! Fucking get in.

Fucking get in there. Fuck off!

Get down! Get on the rug if you wanna pray.

- So he is a bit drowsy.
- Can we talk to him?

Yeah, but keep it brief.

- How is he?
- Really messed up.

They've broken his arm, he's concussed,
he's got to go to theatre later.

She said that we can have
five minutes with him.

He has had medication for pain,
so he will be drowsy.

So definitely no more
than five minutes.

- Did he recognise them?
- No, they were wearing masks and gloves.

Nelson just got back.

Thanks.

Nelson?

I'm really sorry.

I'm really, really sorry
this has happened to you.

I tried, but I had
to tell them where it was.

They threatened to hurt Av�n.

I had a copy on the computer.

They smashed that, too.

On a disk. They got it all.

I should have
put the footage on the net.

I am ashamed of myself.

I needed the money.

I have money.
I can give you money.

They always, always get off with it.

That's what makes me mad.

I had a chance to show
what they are like.

I still have
the mother's name and number.

- Where?
- In my head.

You promise to phone her?

I give you my word. I promise you.

I know who did this to you.

And I know who killed those boys.

Hello, Florence.

Get this fucking car
on the motorway, now!

- Get on the fucking motorway!
- Fergus...

Come on, fucking move it,
you fucking shit-house!

- What the fuck you doing?
- What the fuck am I doing?

I'm trying to figure out why all you
fucking wankers like fucking golf!

Now get this fucking car started, now!

Fergus, what the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Ah, fuck.

No blood, no foul.

It's up to you.

Simple question. Look at me.

- Where's the mobile?
- I don't know what you're on about.

You don't know
who smashed up Rachel's flat?

What the fuck you on about?
I've just come back from Afghanistan.

Just let me go. I promise
you'll never hear from me again.

Fergus, I'll just disappear, mate.
Fergus, no!

Ferg...!

Fuck!

- Right, I'll tell you everything.
- So, it does work!

I'll tell you everything.
I got the mobile from the Iraqi.

I smashed it to pieces, mate.
I threw it in the river.

Fergus, just a fucking big mistake, this.

Big mistake?

"Get meself a rag-head" -
big mistake?

For fuck's sake, mate. Danny had
just been slaughtered in Basra...

Me head were in bits. I just
come out with some stupid remark.

That taxi, mate - it were too close.

I were firing warning shots,
every fucker's in me ear,

shouting, "Take him out, take him out!"

Fergus, it was too fucking near, mate.

- Ask Walker.
- What about the boys?

Fuckin hell, one of them was
running around, waving a mobile.

Looked like he was going
to set off a bomb.

- You'd have done the same!
- So you left 'em to rot.

I didn't leave 'em to rot.
Frankie was off his head.

All Frankie was interested in
was having a fucking investigation.

Fuck me, in Baghdad, against me -
I'd have been fucked!

You've been there,
you'd have done the same.

You've seen it all -
it's another day in Baghdad!

Fuck...

So you and Walker
made his life a fucking misery.

Walker tried reasoning with him,
to try and make him see sense.

But Frankie wouldn't have it.
He weren't for listening.

Then Haynes turned up,
he got involved.

Offered Frankie a load of dough
to shut up, but he wouldn't have it.

Just kept making threats to send
the mobile to this Yankee journalist...

So you took him out?

I was over in Afghanistan, mate.
Doing a recce for Haynes.

- You're a fucking liar.
- I'm not.

You're a fucking liar!

I'm not!

You're a fucking liar!

Fuck!

No!

Fucking get your head down!

It's all right, come on.

Haynes sent me to Afghanistan
to get me out of the way,

so he'd have time with...

Come on.

He sent me over to Afghanistan
to get me out the way.

So he'd have time with Frankie.

Haynes was panicking and flapping.

Cos he didn't want the fucker
blabbing off about the taxi.

In case it fucked up
his precious fucking contracts.

So Walker started sending him out on...

out on crap jobs and stuff.

Hoping he'd crack up,
and just fuck off.

I fucking swear to you, I wasn't there...

- You're a fucking lying bastard!
- I'm not, mate.

You fucking threatened
to fucking kill him!

- It's bullshit...
- "Florence, you're a dead girl!"

Peggy's bar, written on the fucking wall.

Just graffiti...

Fuck...

I was fucking joking, it was just graffiti!

- Fuck, haven't you done it?
- Didn't you mean it?

- No, I didn't!
- You fucking did mean it!

Just like you meant
to fucking beat up Tommy.

You fucking broke the Iraqi's arm!

You fucking emptied Frankie's ashes
on the fucking floor!

Didn't do it, mate. Wasn't me.

It wasn't me, Fergus...

Fucking stop it!

It's all right.

I didn't do it, mate.
I was in Afghanistan, I swear.

Fucking ask Haynes. Ask Haynes.

Tell me the fucking truth.

Fergus, just ask Haynes,
I was in Afghanistan, I swear.

It was the Iraqi driver, wasn't it?
Mad Max?

Mate, that's bollocks.
It's fucking bollocks!

- Check with Haynes.
- Haynes fucking told me!

You were with Max two days
before Frankie fucking died!

I wasn't. That's bullshit.

How much did you pay him?

Haynes sent me to Afghanistan
to get me out of the way.

No, Fergus, don't...

Fuck off!

I'll say whatever you want me to say.
Is that what you want?

- Yeah, I did it.
- How? How did you do it?

How'd you fuckin do it? Come on.

I paid Mad Max 10,000.

- Is that enough?
- No. I want the fuckin truth.

- I want the truth, come on.
- I tipped him off.

I let him know they were
leaving the Green Zone -

sitting ducks on Route Irish.

Fergus, please,
that's enough, mate.

Just let me go.

- I promise...
- You think that's enough?

You think that's fucking enough?

- It will fucking never be enough!
- Please, please...

- It'll fucking never be fuckin enough!
- Please!

Fergus...

This one's for you, Frankie!

Fucking dies!

He'll never fucking hurt anyone.

This fucking animal will never
hurt anyone ever again!

You fucking hear me, Frankie?
He's a fucking goner!

Fucking die!

Tell her...

"Your sons were shot dead

"by a British contractor,
on the first of September."

I don't know if it was murder...

"Are you sure about this?"
She says.

...or just standard policy
from a foreign contractor

who thought his life was in danger.

They died instantly, and were left
by the side of the road.

The first of September
was a bloody day in Baghdad.

They must have been lost in the chaos.

"What happened to the man
who killed my sons?" she's asking.

He's dead.

Get her personal details.
I want to help her family,

I want to pay compensation for her sons.

"What compensation?
There is nothing...

"that can compensate my sons.

"I don't want your compensation."

It's me.

Open the door.

Fergus, I know you're in there.
I saw your car outside.

The neighbour let me in.

I just want to know you're all right.
I've been worried sick.

You haven't answered any of our calls.

Look, I know you're in there.

You don't even have to speak.
Just let me know that you're OK.

Knock the door.

Fergus?

That's it, Fergus.
I just want to know you're OK.

Now open the door, please.

Please, just... open the door.

I, erm...

I saw Harim this morning.

Yeah, he told me about you
phoning the mother up,

and I know that must have
taken loads of courage,

and I'm really proud of you.

Jamie's back from Afghanistan,
and he wants to get hold of you.

He's staying at Craig's.

So they really want to see you
like I want to see you.

I love you, Fergus.

OK.

OK.

The fuckin look in someone's eyes,

when they've been
in the same place too long.

Frankie had become so stubborn,

he wasn't going to let them
drive him out.

He was saying shit like,
"I'll go under my own steam,

"If I'm going to do it,
do it proper", shit like that.

Sounds like Frankie, doesn't it?

I thought he was exaggerating.

He'd been sent 14 times to the same
place in the same fuckin month,

with those fuckin...
telephone engineers.

And if that's true,
that's seriously fucking dangerous.

Up and down Route Irish,
like a fuckin yo-yo.

And fuckin Nelson, man -

Nelson was pickin on him,
every fuckin meal-time.

I swear, if that cunt had a hard-on,
it would've been up Frankie's arse.

I said to him, "Frankie, look, man.
Just go home."

But he was like, "No. I've got
one last thing to sort out."

That's when he gave me the phone
and asked me to hide it.

It's mad, isn't it?

What fuckin car did he die in?
I hope it wasn't one of mine.

No, it was the...

one of them armoured Nissan Patrols.
You got the photographs, show him.

That one, back at the base.

Yeah, it's a Nissan Patrol.

These two are... Route Irish.

Just after it happened.
You can hardly see it cos of the smoke.

No fuckin way, man.
That's the dodgy old Hyundai.

Look, I can see there.
I welded on those plates.

I'd recognise that
in my fuckin sleep, man.

I must have fixed that engine,
what, a dozen times?

I fuckin said to them, man -

the plates were too fuckin heavy
for those old engines.

I was that paranoid that
I'd get into trouble about it,

I fuckin sent Walker an e-mail
and I cc-ed it to Haynes,

saying, "Not to be used under
any circumstances whatsoever."

It wasn't fuckin safe.

Please fuckin tell me that Frankie
did not fuckin die in that, Fergus.

Don't fuckin tell me that.

- Nelson took him out.
- Nah, fuckin rubbish.

- I know.
- No, no.

- Nelson wasn't even in the country.
- Nelson...

Nelson was on a job to Afghanistan.

No, Nelson took him out.
I know he did.

Fergus, no. He fuckin didn't.

He was on a plane to Afghanistan.

I know, because
my mate was on the plane with him.

Nelson took him out!
I fuckin know he did.

Tipped off his driver - ex-cop.

Ex-fucking cop. Took him out.

Frankie was leaving the Green Zone.

Paid him ten grand to have him done.

- Fucking Nelson did it.
- What, fucking Mad Max?

- With a fuckin limp?
- Yeah, Mad Max!

Who fuckin told you that?

Fucking Haynes told me.
Haynes fuckin told me.

Fuck off, man. Mad Max was fuckin killed
coming out of the Green Zone.

He got a fuckin Baghdad haircut.

Mad Max was fuckin caught
coming out of the Green Zone,

they fuckin cut his throat,
it was on the fuckin net.

And that was a week
before Frankie fuckin died.

- No, no! Wait!
- I'm telling you...

Fucking Haynes told me!

- He fucking told me!
- That's not it, man.

- Fucking Nelson!
- Oi! Sit down, stop shouting.

- Lads...
- Fergus, please, man.

- Fuckin settle down.
- You don't fucking get it.

I'm telling you now -
Mad Max had his fuckin throat cut,

a week before Frankie died.
It was posted on the internet,

him screaming for his fucking life.

- It wasn't fucking Nelson.
- Wait, wait!

Put two and two together, Fergus.

I don't know where you're
fucking getting this from.

That's not the fucking case.

Nelson fuckin told me himself,
that he paid Max ten fucking grand,

to have Frankie fucking slotted.
He told me himself!

- Nelson told you...
- Yes!

Nelson was in fuckin Afghanistan.

- Please. Sit down.
- None of yous are makin any sense.

Fergus, man.
Please, just sit down.

- Fuck.
- Lad, come on. Sit down.

It was on the internet, right?

- Fergus, man!
- What are you doing?

Fergus? Fergus!

Fergus, for fuck's sake!
Where you going?

Fergus!

Fergus, man. Fuck's sake,
get out the fuckin car.

- Fuck off.
- Fuckin hell, Fergus!

Don't do anything stupid, Fergus.

Fergus, get out the car! Fergus! Fuck's sake!

Fucking hell.

Inhale, and then exhale.

Lovely.
Touch the ceiling.

And pull it back.

If you imagine that
you're against a wall,

and if you're against the wall,
keeping flat...

Raise your glasses...

...and the future.

- I'll look forward to it.
- Thank you very much. That was great today.

Thank you.
Bye-bye, have a safe journey.

All right, gents.
Good to meet you both, at last.

See you when I get back.

Look forward to it.

Hayley, would you like a lift?
We're going your way.

That's very nice. Andrew?

I'd better not,
I've got lots of work to do. Thanks.

Andrew...

Open it.

- What is it, Alex?
- I'm not sure.

"Wrong place, wrong time."

It's me, Fergus.

Listen, I...

I saw you at the studio.

I really... wish...

I wanted to speak to you
one more time,

But I just... I couldn't.

Just couldn't... bear it.
Couldn't face it.

Look, it's, er...

It's hard for a civvy
to understand this, but I just...

just wanted a piece of me old self back.

The way I was.

Wish you'd known me then.

There's things I need you to do.

I've spoken to a solicitor.

He knows what I want,
but I need your help.

You've got to go and see Harim.

Make sure that the Iraqi mother
and her family are taken care of.

Frankie wanted that.

Criminal sons of bitches on the make,
that's what we've been.

Look, I never told you this...

but, er...

I once saw this...

...this child pulled from the rubble
by her grandfather.

She wore a lilac top.

Her left leg dangled from a sinew.

Her feet, shredded.

She points at me when I try to sleep.

Heading off, now.

With Frankie.

Down by the river.

Best put a mad dog down
before it savages someone else.

Look after Craig for me.

I think he'll make it.

He just might need help with it.

Love you, Rachel.

I love you, Rachel.