All language subtitles for Silent Witness S13E07 Shadows (2010) [HDTV.XviD-BiA] UK-English

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I was 19 once.

So was I. It was awful. Draft 27.

If you met your
19-year-old self now,

do you think they'd shake
you politely by the hand

or punch you unexpectedly in the face?

In my case, probably both.

Come on. We've got
six hours and counting.

Does it matter?

Does it matter if we get this paper
into the New England Journal of Medicine?

It matters to me.

What's wrong with you?

Oh, nothing really.

I found an old photo the other
day. It fell out of a book.

Young people on a beach,
drinking, having fun.

It took me a minute to
realise one of them was me.

- What were you wearing?
- Nothing!

Come on. Let's go and
get a proper coffee.

I'm sorry.

It's gone. You've got to leave it.

You can't do this. It's crazy...

Please...

- There goes nothing.
- It was good,

- very good. Well worth it.
- Breakfast?

- Definitely.
- Which one of you two

- is least knackered?
- Bollocks.

Don't worry, you don't have to go far.

It's just on the other side
of the Percival building.

I've had seven cups of coffee, so you
are my designated thermometer holder.

Oh, no!

You are. Come on, this
is someone on campus.

He missed the radial and ulnar arteries.

Got the brachial though.

He knew what he was doing.

He was a scientist.

Second year bio-chemistry.

Andy Saich. Detective.

God, are you really?

Look, I can get my boss
if you'd like, but he...

But once he realised it was suicide he

quickly lost interest, I'm sure.

So what was the name of
this unhappy biochemist?

Jason Renfrew. 19.

It is a suicide then?

There are no obvious defence injuries.

Looks like he tried to cut his wrist.

When that didn't work, he went
straight for the artery in his arm.

He probably bled to death in...

- five minutes.
- Well, he came prepared.

Anything else we know?

He had a sweet tooth.

His pockets were full of them.

Diabetes?

That does double the risk
of depression, apparently.

Does it?

Yeah, particularly in young men.

If he was, it'll be in his records.

So, just the suicide then.

- Yeah.
- Dean says there's two a year.

This is the first.

There is obvious exsanguination,

apparently as a result of injuries
to the inner arm and wrist.

However, the cuts to the wrist
appear to be superficial...

they haven't severed the
ulnar or radial arteries and...

there is some evidence
of hesitation wounds.

So the majority of the blood loss appears
to have come from the brachial artery,

which has been severed with
a single cut from a sharp,

thin blade consistent with the craft
knife that was found at the scene.

What's that?

It's sugar. He had sugar
sachets in his pockets.

Makes sense, I suppose.

Why? He wasn't diabetic,
was he? We checked.

No, but it's free.

Students like free shit.

What's that? Magnifying
glass, please, Charlie.

Are those track marks?

It's a rash.

Either viral or an allergic reaction.

Probably just anthrax.

- Anthrax?
- Well,

Well, he was a biochemist,
wasn't he? Swab, please.

- First time?
- No, I've seen a few.

Iraq? Afghanistan?

Amersham. My dad's an undertaker.

Look, your colleague said
Jason knew what he was doing?

Not many people would
know the brachial artery

bleeds faster than the wrists.

He knew that, but couldn't
find his radial artery?

Perhaps he couldn't see for the tears.

Anything in his room? A note?

No.

But he was depressed all right.
We found these in his wash bag.

Fluvoxamine...

"Yeah, just take three
capsules a day, Jason.

"You'll be right as rain."

I thought you had the morning off?

Janet fed up with you watching
Jeremy Kyle on her sofa?

- Hi, Nikki.
- Hi.

I asked Leo to come in this morning.

It's about Jason, the boy
who killed himself last night.

The Dean wanted to know
whether we'd found anything.

Jason had made allegations
against some other students.

He was being bullied.

He felt it was racially motivated,
some white and Asian students.

Professor Dalton is a senior
member of university staff.

I want everyone to know we
took this very seriously.

Did we?

There's some damage to the liver.

Could be the same stuff
that gave him the rash.

Charlie, get this off to the lab...

histology, full toxicology.
Same with the blood work.

- What are we looking for?
- Toxic substances.

Household solvents. Anything
a student might sniff.

- That's free?
- Yeah, that's free!

My dad said you shouldn't
be too solemn around them.

Suicides. He said it's
where they wanted to be.

So what was it?

You didn't like the smell of
formaldehyde in the morning?

Yeah, my old man's still sulking.

I tried to explain
- I just didn't want to be around death all the time.

I know. He told me it's
a very honourable job.

Not to mention recession proof.

So I picked another one.

Which?

Honourable, or recession-proof?

I'll let you know.

It's weird.

It smells like home.

What's this?

It's not a Pot Noodle.

It's a data thing.

Yeah, it's a Micro SD card.

From a phone.

He swallowed it?

What was on it?

It's gone off to forensics.

They'll let us have the
data as soon as they can.

If its survived the stomach acids.

Where do they live?

Hemel Hempstead.

I can be there and back
in a couple of hours.

Make sure the filth don't freak
out the entire campus, will you?

Red Jen!

Part of you is still out there
on the barricades, isn't it?

Leo...

How many times have you done this?

What do you say to them?

You don't have to say very much.

Some stranger at the door,

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Renfrew, but..."

- They catch on pretty quick.
- Christ!

You don't have to do this, you know.

The Family Liaison
Officers can deal with it.

His mother came in to talk
to me about the bullying.

I promised her I'd look out for him.

Sorry.

Hi.

Hey, stranger. Is that
what you call a lie-in?

You'd gone before I
could open both eyes!

Yeah.

The dean wanted... to
see me. University stuff.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

You're freaked, aren't you?

Was that the idea?

The idea was to talk to
you about it this morning.

How do you feel? Are you happy?

Unhappy?

I don't know.

I didn't look at it.

What?!

You put it in the bin.

Dear God, Leo. You really
didn't look, did you?

Do you want to know?

What's going on?

Apparently some kid offed himself.

- Which Tombliboo went night-night?
- Don't know. Does it matter?

Mate, choose life.

Why die a saddo. Get what I mean?

Think she fancies you, big boy!

You can tell all that from the
way she checked out your junk?

So this was on a memory
card from his phone?

Yeah.

Some of these image
files have been corrupted.

Anyone know who she is?

No.

All taken on campus though.

It doesn't look like they
were taken with a phone.

No, you're right. They've
just been stored on here.

What are those numbers? Just file names?

Could be.

Who are they?

That's Matthew Frisk.

He's a second-year.

Isn't he one of the
students Jason accused?

All taken from the same place.

Well, they were definitely
taken from up here.

How many people have
access to this roof?

Nobody's allowed up here.

Looks like a couple of
people didn't get that e-mail.

Were you born a policeman, Mr. Saich?

I need to make an announcement
to arrange counselling.

Students will need to be told.

Now, the top 5%, I'm
sure they'll work it out.

God, you need a degree in geography
just to find your way around this place.

Don't know what you're talking
about. Perfectly straightforward.

We're in the main lobby, moving
from B Wing into Annexe E,

the West Wing is to the east, so
the building on your right would be?

- The East Wing?
- The Spencer Library.

Right...

Right.

Grey 35.

What is it?

Physics has no morality.

There is no moral component
to the physical world.

We agree,

yes?

And yet...

"I am become death,
destroyer of worlds."

Oppenheimer saw a clear
moral dimension to his work.

How could he not?

"The physicists have known sin, and
this a knowledge they cannot lose,"

he said.

Evil does exist.

Ask any Nagasaki grandmother.

That, too, is scientific fact.

You can all piss off to Starbucks now.

I see you've dropped
the story about you and

Oppenheimer having brunch at Los Alamos?

It could have happened.

At least science was sexy back then.
Look at them now. Geeks and freaks.

I thought I should let you know,
Stanley, as head of faculty...

Not good news then?

No, the student they found at
Grier House was one of yours.

Jason Renfrew.

- Renfrew?
- Second year biochemist.

Yes. A geek, not a freak.

It's a shame.

Not a star student, but he'd
started to show some spark this year.

Well, I thought you should know.
The Dean's been to see his parents.

Harry. Sorry to interrupt.

Jason Renfrew's from Hemel
Hempstead, not Peckham.

It's probably a replica, a toy.

With a box of live
ammunition, Dr. Mears?

No, it's definitely a nine-millimetre.

He was probably just trying
to impress his friends.

The students in the pictures?

We know Jason Renfrew wasn't
the most popular kid on campus.

So you're saying that one
of our second year undergrads

was planning to shoot dead
several of his classmates?

- Wouldn't be the first time.
- This isn't America.

17 shot dead in a primary
school in Dunblane?

Michael Ryan killed 16 at Hungerford.

In our borough, there's a firearms
incident every eight hours.

So where do we take it from here?

Above my pay grade, I'm afraid.

I've put a call in to my
DI. He's getting back to me

but he's in Operations, in Southall.

Tell you one thing,

be a hassle when they do get here.

They'll want to look under every
bean bag and bong pipe you've got.

Jesus!

Still could have been worse.

At least he changed his mind before
the body bags started piling up.

Have you spoken to the students
that Jason took pictures of?

Not yet.

Events seem to have overtaken me.

Any ideas, Professor? There
is some kind of a pattern.

There are two strings of numbers
with a pair of letters in between.

Three of the letter pairs recur.

ST. GR. LX.

And

one, two, three, four

of the second string
of numbers are the same.

201.

This lad,

Matthew Frisk,

he lives in the same
building as Jason Renfrew.

Grier House. Room 405.

405.

- "GR".
- Grier.

Lennox... "LX". Stevens House.

"ST". So it's room number
and residence building.

What about the last number?

201.

1017.

This one looks different. SR4C.

Seminar Room 4C.

That's where Jason
was meant to be today.

In class.

They're all class and
lecture room numbers.

All these students would have
been in these classrooms today.

At the same time.

- When?
- 1pm.

15 minutes ago.

Can you imagine?

He was planning some sort of revenge?

I don't know what they think. But...

But, well, he obviously had a grudge.

He took those pictures,

and at least one of them was of
somebody he had a problem with.

I wonder what changed his mind.

The homicidal mind and the
suicidal mind are not so dissimilar.

He was on Fluvoxamine.

Wasn't one of the Columbine
killers taking that for depression?

They obviously omitted to mention
homicidal episodes as a side-effect.

Well, you knew him, Dr.
Jacobs. What was he like?

- He was gentle, quiet.
- You see?

Or passive and repressed, depending on which
end of the telescope you're looking through.

The anti-depressants prescribed don't
always work, but they're hardly the problem.

- Is it true, about Jason?
- Is what true?

- I heard he died.
- Was he a friend of yours?

Not exactly, "Miss".
Was he a friend of yours?

Matthew Frisk, isn't it?

I think the police might
want to talk to you.

Jason killed himself, didn't he?

He was very thin-skinned.

He took a joke the wrong
way. It wasn't personal.

I'm sure that'll be a
great comfort to his family.

What are you getting so outraged
about? You didn't know him.

We did.

He was one of the students
that Jason took pictures of.

Nasty little wart.

He'll probably make Home Secretary.

God, it's so complicated.

How do you know which gang
you're meant to belong to?

At one level, it's quite simple...

the ethno-racial links, the
cultural reference points,

the shared low-level addiction
to hydroponic herbals.

As for the rest, I think
it's largely pheromonal.

They just sniff each other's armpits.

OK. Hang on, Charlie...

Nikki, Jason had a rash
on his body, his inner arm,

redness in his cornea. Tox don't
know what they're looking for.

Could it be something from his lab work?

This was sort of halfway up his forearm.

Could be above the glove line?

Jason wrote a paper this term

on the effects of commonly occurring
pollutants on natural fibres.

He got the idea from a
dry-cleaners he temped at.

Right, dry-cleaners,
dry-cleaners use, um...

Hydrocarbons. Perc.

- Buccal nitrate...
- Buccal nitrate.

That would explain the
reddening of the cornea

and it would be
consistent with the rash.

Did you get that,
Charlie? Buccal nitrate.

And remember... fresh
swabs, bloods, yes.

Thank you.

Sniffing that stuff clearly
sent him over the edge.

Better sue the dry-cleaners,
better sue everybody.

Would it help if I get the
name of the place he worked at?

Harry?

Harry, what is it?

Hey!

- Harry, what are you doing?
- Get back in.

Harry?

What's going on?

- Are you locking me in?
- Shut up!

All of you!

It's a car...

- That's not a car.
- Jesus Christ.

- Let us out!
- Keep away from the door!

Come on. Come on.

- Is that...
- Don't be stupid. It's nothing.

- Let us out of here.
- That's gunfire.

- Bollocks.
- What's going on?

There was a gun was found on the
campus this morning. Now shut up!

Let me in! Please, let me in! Let me in!

Are you OK?

Harry...

You have to be quiet.

What's up?

Er, I'm trying to call my section.

But there's something
up with the network.

I'm sure it's their end.

I'm going to round up these students,

so that when my lot get
here we can interview them.

Er, Seminar Room 4C. Where's that?

West wing of the Percival Building.
Take corridor F to staircase 3,

and you're in the science block.

From there, it's further
down in corridor G.

Ignore her. You know where we came out?

- Exit six?
- Yeah.

- Go straight through, turn right at the canteen.
- Cheers.

What? You were confusing him.

No wonder you and I
never worked out, Leo.

What are they doing?

What the hell?

Dean's Office.

Hello?

Open the door.

Quiet! Quiet! We have to be quiet.

- Please.
- Listen to him.

How, how high is the drop off that roof?

- It's about 20 foot.
- Shit. OK, you by the window,

get away from it and don't
try to open it, all right?

No! No! I'm not staying here!

Yes, you stay here!

You will be safer here.

We are safer... here.

OK.

We are going to get in
that corner and that corner.

You won't be seen. The lights are off.

The door is locked, they will
think that no-one is here.

- They?
- How many?

I... I... I don't know.

- OK, never mind, just go.
- I didn't see.

Very quietly.

My phone's got no signal.

Give me a phone that works
quick, quick, come on.

This is Dr. Nicola
Alexander, I'm at LSSE.

- Yes. I'm in room... What is it?
- Seminar room 4C.

..seminar room 4C...

- Percival Building.
- ... the Percival Building.

(We have a major incident
here, we've heard gunfire,

and we think that at least
one person has been shot,

believed critical.

- There are one, two, three...
- There's 12.

12, 12 students, one member of
staff and my colleague with me.

- Nikki...
- No, no injuries.

I can't talk any more.

Stay calm, caller. Don't hang up.

Are you able to leave this line open?

Shut up.

DC Saich.

Yeah.

What happened?

Please pick up. Dr. Alexander?

- Do you think he's coming back?
- I don't know.

Do you think he knows we're here?

I don't know. But he's seen the key.

He knows now!

Stanley, help me get the
desk against the door.

Nikki, open the window,
get everybody out.

- What?!
- It doesn't matter,

he knows we're here. We've
got to get out. Come on.

Shit! Get down!

Nikki, get down!

Harry.

Harry!

Is anybody hurt?

I think he's gone. Nikki,
can you open the window?

Everybody... get out... onto the roof.

He's gone, just calmly.

If you can just be calm. It's OK.

- Go.
- Stanley, come on.

- Come on, Stanley.
- Go.

Stanley!

Stanley, come on!

Shit! Stanley?

Stanley?

Harry!

Harry!

Oh, God...

My dad was an undertaker, too, Jason.

He hated suicides,
especially the youngsters.

It was with my uncle Derek...

See, he couldn't stand waste, me dad.

Electricity, money...

... food, life.

Haven't you got nice hands.

Have the alarms gone faulty again?

Probably.

Got to clear out all the same.

Just got to put something
back in the fridge.

Probably only be a couple of minutes.

Can't it wait?

Suppose it can.

This is what Jason was planning?

Not alone.

Dr. Alexander, Dr. Alexander?

Yes, this is Dr. Alexander.

Listen, we have two
fatalities that I am aware of,

but I think that there must be more.

We have evacuated 12 students onto
the roof outside the Percival block.

We need paramedic assistance
immediately... as many crew as you can get.

Can you get safely from where you are?

We need to secure the building.

What about the paramedics?

They're on their way.

You have to get out now.

They won't allow any paramedics in

until they are sure there's no danger.

What?

Dr. Alexander? Do you understand?

- Hang on. What?
- We're the only medics in the building.

We should go out there. Should we?

They won't let anyone else in for hours.

Oh, God.

'This is the Police
Information Room at Lambeth.

Dr. Mears, you're in control of the
University Emergency Response plan.

Is your location at a safe
distance from the incident?

This block is separate
from the Percival Building.

We've seen at least three
casualties, in corridors A, D and F.

None are moving.

Campus Security, are
you seeing this too?

Camera six.

It's a young adult male.
Approximately 5ft 10.

He appears to be carrying a handgun.

He's wearing a backpack,
a hood and travelling...

... west along...

... corridor H.

A CO19 unit is expected in zero five.

'Inform DC Saich, who is on site,

that the tactical
commander is on her way.

She will liaise with him

and all police and university
response teams on arrival.

This is Campus Security,

we need to get them out of there.
The main doors are still locked.

Exit six.

It's unlocked,

it seems to be safe, the
students are leaving that way.

We need to get people to exit six,

I have the tannoy control.

No won't that. Repeat no. No
alarms and no tannoy announcements.

We could be sending them
into the area of danger.

So they're on their own?

Repeat previous. No alarms.

No announcements. Is that clear?

Clear.

- Clear.
- Another casualty in...

... Corridor G.

Oh, God.

Dr. Mears?

I believe the casualty
in corridor G is...

police officer DC Saich.

Stand by, Dr. Mears.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

What are you two doing in there?

Get out!

I'm sorry. There is no network...

The bullet's gone straight through.

It's missed the thorax.

He's losing blood fast.

Get me something.

I...I was...

There'll be a med-pack in the kitchen.

- Are you OK here?
- He was on Jason's list.

Nikki? OK?

I didn't know... I didn't
know... I didn't know...

get my mum, get my mum, please.

Campus security will issue maps.

Set up an investigation next
to the evacuation point, Graham.

Right.

Where are the boys with toys?

Here in zero five, Ma'am.

That's what you said zero five ago.

Dr. Mears? University control?

Yes. This is Professor Dalton.

He's assisting me with
the university response.

I'm Karen Somerville,
Tactical Commander.

The Internal Emergency Plan
seems to be working well.

- Are your full response teams in place?
- Not yet.

To be honest, we were
caught a bit on the hop...

Do you know how many are inside?

We've got lists in the office of staff and
students who are supposed to be in the building.

But we've no idea how
many are actually here,

- especially the students.
- No, no, that's normal.

It's 1.55pm. Most of them
are probably still in bed.

We're all set up for you, Ma'am.

It's OK to panic, Dr. Mears. Just as
long as you do so according to procedure.

He was here, he was here. I don't
know where he is. Is he here?

It's OK, Michelle, you're doing great.
You just need to stay where you are.

Chief Superintendent, two of my
colleagues are still in the main building.

Harry Cunningham and Nikki Alexander.

We've lost contact with
Dr. Alexander, Ma'am.

We've tried getting it back
but the network can't cope.

- Sorry.
-Yeah, I know, Chief Inspector.

I've three ARVs on scene. Specialist
Firearms Officers arriving in...

Zero five?

I think we're contained
within the Percival Building.

The main door appears to have been locked and
chained from the inside prior to the incident.

But exit six remains open.

Yeah, we're on that.
Any further description?

Dark clothing, hoodie, holdall.

We can see the handgun.

But I don't think that's a
George Foreman grill in his bag.

You know what I'm asking.

SO15 don't think it's terrorist related.

An officer found a handgun in the locker

of a student who committed
suicide last night.

He had no known political
affiliations. No religious ties.

Does he look like he's wired?

No obvious vest, but
I don't like that bag.

I think I've got between
five and ten fatalities.

So at least the same
again in casualties.

Judging by the calls and aerial thermal
shots, I'm estimating 40 total inside.

SFOs are on scene, Karen.

Get them out of their Oakleys,
and into their romper suits.

I want to know as soon
as they're deployed.

Yes, boss.

Michelle?

Michelle?

Did you hear that, did you
hear that? Where is he?'

Let's make sure your boys
keep their heads down and

trigger fingers up their
arses till I say otherwise.

Ambulance command standing by.

OK, guys, we've got people
bleeding to death in there.

I want the subject's position identified, I
want him isolated and the building made safe.

No paramedics are going
in there until it is.

So let's not hang about. OK?

You can go back to your
office, I'll send a liaison.

Let me know when the full University
Response Team is operational.

You're not going to have time to worry, Dr.
Mears. You're going to be very, very busy.

Wait!

I've got a knife.

I'll cut you,

- I'll cut you!
- It's OK

I'm not him,

I just want to help you.
Let me in, all right?

Stay away! Stay away, stay away!

I haven't got a gun.
I'm as scared as you are.

I'm a doctor and I want that.

I just want that green
box, that's all I want.

OK, that's all I want.

And I'm going to get it now.

It's OK.

That's all I want.

OK.

OK. You come with me now.

No.

- Come on.
- No.

- You're not safe here.
- No.

We need to follow up
everyone on this list.

If you can't reach
them, try and find out

if they logged onto the system
from inside this building today.

Leo.

Commander Somerville.

Corridor L, camera 17. It's
my colleague, Harry Cunningham.

We see him, Professor Dalton. Thank you.

Karen...

Where's that?

Where's he going?

He's heading east.
Direction of corridor J.

Nothing clear for us.

It seems he's heading
towards the toilet block.

Any CCTV?

None in there.

I'm looking for Professor Forbes.

- Are you OK?
- It's half term.

My dad's not in his office.

- It's OK, it's me.
- I just saw him go past.

- Where?
- Out there.

- Hi, I'm Harry.
- Are you hurt like him?

No. We're all OK, we're OK.

- Come over here.
- He's not. He's going to die.

- Shouldn't we...
- I don't know. I don't know.

My officer is reporting
some movement from up here.

Has he exited the toilet block?

Something's happening, but

we don't think he's exited the block.

Corridor J is the only
access to the toilet block.

We can go. It's your call.

- Boss?
- Easy, Shep.

What was that?

You said he'd stopped.

No, it's OK.

There are doors at the
top of that corridor.

If I can bolt them from this side,
he won't be able to get out of there.

Would you lock this
door after I've gone, OK?

Don't worry. I'll be quick.

Get down, armed police! Don't move!

Subject down.

- No remote.
- Checking for wires.

- Clear.
- Clear.

- Clear!
- Come with me.

He's alive! He's alive! He's alive!

Sector Four is clear. Two fatalities.

I need paramedic assistance, corridor D.

Negative. Sector is not
yet clear. Just do the job.

Why is that sector not yet cleared?

Six minutes and counting. Sort it
out, Kant. This is my building now.

Report sector two.

Sector two is clear.
Repeat. Sector two is clear.

Got that, Karen.

Charlie.

Seven fatalities confirmed so far.

Have you got everything set up there?

Access to the sports hall is clear.

We're ready for you.

Professor Dalton. Camera two.

It's Dr. Alexander.

- Dr. Alexander?
- Yes.

Come with me, please.

- I'm going in the ambulance with...
- It's all taken care of.

The medical teams are on site.

You need to stay with us.
We need to speak to you.

Harry Cunningham, is he OK?

Doctor, please? Come with me.

We'll find out.

He's still haemorrhaging.

Pulse 120, BP is 80-systolic.

- Doctor can you give me a hand, please?
- Yeah.

- Have you got an ID on him?
- Does it matter?

Not to me, no. There are
real casualties out there.

I don't know. We were
inside when it started.

I, I don't know where it started.

I, I saw him, but that was later...

Him?

I suppose so. He was wearing a hoodie.

- Yeah, but he was alone?
- I don't know.

You think there could
be more of them in there?

Nikki. Are you all right?

- Where's Harry?
- I don't know.

- I shouldn't have let him leave.
- Are you sure you're not hurt?

Dr. Alexander...

- Leave me alone, please!
- Just piss off...

With subject, paramedics
are attending to him.

Can he be moved?

I'll check.

We've got a KAD in attendance.

What's a KAD? -

Know-it-all Doctor.

Sorry.

At least we know that Harry's all right.

From what we understand,

the incident occurred
around lunchtime here.

Initial reports are suggesting

there are several casualties,
and possibly some fatalities.

My son's in there, I
think. I can't reach him.

We don't have any
information at the moment.

We need to keep this route
clear for emergency crews.

Well, please, can you just
ask someone, is he safe?

Sorry.

Come on.

Come on.

Keep moving towards the exits.

Don't stop.

You OK, Dr. Alexander?

How many have you got in here?

Only two.

We have to leave the others
until forensics have come in.

There's at least seven more.

This one made it as
far as the ambulance.

I just don't understand why.

Who would want this?

Did you know him, Nikki?

I met him twice today.

The first time, he was a wanker.

The second time, he
asked for his mother.

Should I find someone to be with you?

I should be helping...

Leo said that you're a witness.

You shouldn't really be in here.

I think the Lyell Centre's
open, it's within the perimeter.

If you want to go back there, I mean.

Right.

Hello.

Is that Dr. Mears?

Who is this?

I'm trying to find my son. Scott Weston,

he's a second year.

He invited us down to lunch today.

I'm sorry. I really need
to keep this line clear.

I really need to know where my son is.

You gave us your number. Said
if there was ever anything...

I don't know your son,
Mrs. Weston. I'm sorry.

I stood there at the Matriculation Day,

I told them they could always call me.

In loco parentis, right?

This is Kant. We've
got one subject down.

This sector clear.

Received.

Is he going to make it?

Single bullet wound to the
face. He's lost a lot of blood.

Bastard coward.

Missed the important shot.

Nikki. How are you doing?

I don't think I'm doing too well.

I, er, I think I need to be busy.

You know can't stay there.

Nikki... You've given
a statement, go home now.

Is there anyone I can call?

I could call Janet.
She'll come and get you.

What's the matter, only
the boys allowed to help?

The second I can get
Harry out of there, I will.

- Look, we're all trying to...
- I know, I know. I'm sorry.

Er, I, er, I think I'm going to
have a shower and then I'll go home.

Call me as soon as
you hear from the KAD.

Tell him if he wants to come over
I'll make him his favourite Cup a Soup.

And get some rest, yeah?

Yeah, OK.

All remaining sectors
cleared for immediate threat.

Mr. Kant, I want all CO19 officers
to remain on site as we proceed,

'belt and braces. It's going
to be a long night, people.

Received.

Can you hear me?

I'm Dr. Cunningham. Can you hear me?

You've got to stay awake.

You've got to stay awake.

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