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What do you reckon, shall we just run?

I'll do whatever you want to do, okay?

We can run, we can stay, we can call the police...

I'm not calling the police on my wedding day, Niall.

Jesus Christ.

Well, how about we form a small gang?

Try and get him out through force?

A gang? That's your answer? Form a gang?

Well, not an official gang, just a bunch of people who can help.

Oh, come on, Niall.

No one here knows a damn thing about physical violence.

I do. I box, remember?

- I'm a boxer. - Oh, please.

You haven't boxed since you were 20.

By that logic, I'm still a student.

I'm just saying, I'll do whatever you want, okay?

- I'll go and have it out with him now if I have to. - Don't.

Don't do that.

Let's just do it.

Okay? Let's just get through this.

I just hope he's not here for me.

He's not, okay?

He's not.

How can you be so sure?

Because I know.

I know.

How many is this cunt taking?

Well, more than one probably.

Sorry, guys, just finding the light.

Jesus Christ! This is Glasgow!

We lost the fucking light in May.

Just take the photo, will you?

Your printouts will be over on the desk

in around ten minutes.

Thank fuck for that.

What?

I don't get this bloody national obsession

with capturing the moment.

It's hard enough being seen in public as it is,

let alone being trapped in time as well.

Don’t give me that look, Niall.

You know I'm very proud.

Who's the chick?

Joanna.

- She likes you. - Yeah. And it's suffocating.

She's coming over.

Right, well, just play it cool, all right?

And don't make out we're more than we are.

You’re ridiculous.

You must be Niall's mum. Lori, right?

Yes, love.

You must be his girlfriend, Joanna?

What? No, I'm not!

Oh, sorry. My mistake.

You just seem like such an amazing couple.

Wow! Hear that, Niall?

Yeah. Certainly did.

Anyway, I'll see you at the pub later on

for the big celebration? It was nice meeting you, Lori.

Please, call me Mum.

Oh! Um... Okay. I will.

- Bye, Mum! See ya. - Bye!

Oh, sorry. You teed it up for me. I couldn’t resist.

Do you know, she doesn't have a mum,

so that’s just gonna make everything worse.

Excellent!

Look, I have to talk to you about something.

Can we take a seat?

Well, what do you have to talk to me about?

Um, let's just... I'll tell you when we sit down.

- No, just tell me just now, Mum. - Jesus Christ!

I have to ask.

Have you spoken to Ruben lately?

Nah, not so much.

We’re different people these days.

Do you believe that?

There's a lot of you in Ruben. Has to be said.

Probably why you hate him so much.

I don't hate him. I... I just...

I don't think he should have done what he did.

Well, he's making up for it now, Niall.

You know he's been volunteering?

I know that.

I just don't trust it, you know?

Well, that's fine, but either way,

you're gonna have to go and see him soon.

He's feeling a little blindsided by this court case,

and he could do with your support.

Do you have any idea why Alby waited so long to press charges?

Well, he couldn't while he was in a coma, could he?

I know that, Mum. Jesus.

I just...

He was in a coma for six months. It's been years since then.

Oh, come on.

You don't trot down the station the second you wake up.

He probably spent the first few years

figuring out which hole to shit out of.

I don't know. I just find it strange, is all.

Well, so does Ruben.

Which is why he needs to talk to you

about a change in tactic.

What change in tactic?

Look, Niall, I don't want to worry you,

but you're involved, apparently.

Something to do with you and Alby?

Anyway...

I'm off to burn those printouts.

Oi! Bambi!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

No, it's just, uh, Mum said you needed to tell me something?

- Cup of tea? - Yeah, sure. Thanks.

So, how was it?

The graduation?

Ah, you know, self-conscious hell.

Look, sorry I didn't invite you.

I didn't think it was your scene.

Nah. No biggy. We'll have our own celebration.

Just the two of us when I get off.

Here. Put your fucking weird energy into that.

Right. Well, uh, look, Mum said there was some...

some changes in the case, something involving me?

Yeah, it's to do with you and Alby.

Why? Why? What's he said about me?

Why do you always ask that?

Because I need to know! I need to know if he’s making up shit!

Okay. Sit back, you fucking dick.

I need you to say he groped me,

you know, just before I battered him.

I’m sorry, what?

I need you to say he groped me.

But he didn't grope you.

I know, but we need some sort of angle.

A reason as to why I went so "hard in."

Look, Niall.

I'm looking at up to ten years here,

and I spent my childhood biting the nose off of cunts.

I hate putting this all on you,

but you're the difference here, bro.

Joanna didn't see it.

Celeste has disappeared back to France to eat frogs,

and nobody’s heard from her.

That leaves three people in the room.

But... But won't it look dodgy

that I never said this to begin with?

What, more dodgy than a cunt waking up from a coma,

and vividly remembering it? Come on, son.

I don't know, Ruben.

Just consider it, yeah?

Hey, come down the community center.

See for yourself all the good that I'm doing.

Meet the kids.

All the poor wee faces that will be fucking devo

if I go down.

But why a grope? Ruben, I don’t understand.

Because he's gay, and it carries that believability factor.

You see,

according to my lawyer,

the only thing a jury hates more than a thug

is a fag.

- Maura's asleep! - I don't care!

Have you heard what Ruben's asking me to do?

Christ! Come here.

I have, yes.

Well, it's sick, and depraved, and illegal!

- I mean, what do I even do? - I think you should do it.

What? Are... Are you serious right now?

Yes, Niall.

It's about giving him the best fighting chance.

- He's trying so hard right now. - What, trying so hard.

That... That justifies bludgeoning someone half to death, does it?

Look, look, I'm only giving you my opinion...

Yeah, and I'm giving you the facts.

This could mess up my whole future.

I have my Oxford interview coming up in two days.

The guy's traveling up here to meet me.

I need to stay focused.

You don't want to go to a poncey place like that!

Yes! Yes, I do!

Plus, it's Creative Writing.

I... I'm following in Dad's footsteps.

How are you following in his footsteps?

He worked in a bar his entire life.

If anything, you're making him jealous.

All we are asking is that you take the time

to properly consider it.

Go down the center, hang out a bit,

get to know one another again because he's changed, Niall.

He really has, okay? Just promise me you can do that.

There he is! The man of the moment!

Honestly, everyone's delighted for you, Niall.

I've told them everything. I hope you don't mind.

All the postgrad offers you have coming in,

including your Oxford interview.

Honestly, it's amazing.

It really is...

- Where did that come from? - Uh...

- I have no idea. - Well, best not question it.

Much easier to do it again.

Let's get out of here.

Wait! What about the others?

We'll phase them out over the summer,

don't worry.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Last night was so romantic.

We got a kebab and went to sleep.

Yeah, but it was a great kebab.

I'm actually a bit annoyed at you, Niall Kennedy.

I've been chasing you for the best part of four years,

and now you decide to do something about it?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Yeah, and you'll be going to Oxford soon,

and once you're down there, you won't think about me at all.

Well... let's worry about that

after the interview tomorrow.

That's not the right answer!

I'm hinting, Niall.

I want to know where I stand with you.

Look, uh...

I like you, Joanna. I... I really do.

And I'm keen to explore this while I'm up here.

But, if I get in,

I might just want a completely fresh start down there.

You know, I'm hoping it might be the change

that I need to finally, you know, be myself.

I don't understand.

How am I stopping you from being yourself?

Uh...

It's hard to describe.

I just find it strange.

You've never been to England, and now you wanna go so bad.

I mean, what's it all about for you?

In a word.

Freedom.

All right, boys. Listen up!

We are in the presence of greatness.

This boy right here is the King of Glasgow.

Graduated top of his university year.

And what do we do, kids,

when someone graduates top of their university year?

We clap.

Yes! That's right, Simon. We clap!

That was a gamble.

He could have easily said "masturbate."

Here, I'll introduce you to everyone.

You've got a good thing going on here.

Yeah, man. Loving it.

They have this motto on the wall at the back of the building,

which reads,

"The key to salvation is helping others."

Oh, right. And do you believe that?

No chance.

The key to salvation is a Big Mac meal

and a pokey-bum wank.

But I can see what they're getting at.

So, what, are you doing all this

to look good in the eyes of the jury or something?

Get to fuck!

I worked here long before that plum decided

to press charges. You would know this,

if you ever bothered to visit me.

Yeah, no. Sorry, Ruben.

My last few years at uni were a bit intense.

I needed to get my head down a bit.

Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses.

Oh! Forgot!

There's this big treasure hunt thing on Sunday

out in Cashel Forest. You should join.

We're always looking for volunteers.

Ah, I don't know, Ruben.

No! Come on! It'll be great.

There's a northerly breeze that day too,

so, if we walk in the right direction,

we can keep the little bastards downwind.

- Yeah, sure. - Great.

I'll speak to Malky, get you government-checked.

Make sure you haven't fiddled anyone.

Wait a minute. How on Earth did you pass the bloody test?

My record got wiped when I was 16.

I'm clean as a whistle, baby!

Makes me wish I did more before the cut-off point, if I'm honest.

So, what about this latest stuff with Alby?

- Don't they mind about that? - Nah.

Innocent till proven guilty.

Plus, I explained the situation to them.

Told everyone the wee fucker groped me,

and quite frankly,

they're as outraged as I am.

It's impressive, I'll give you that.

I'm sorry?

I'm just saying, it's impressive that you've written all this

- whilst doing your undergrad. - Oh.

Where on earth did you find the time?

Oh. I know how to push myself, I suppose.

And this is all whilst sitting

as president of the Drama Society?

- That's correct. - Good God.

It's a lot, Mr. Kennedy, I must say.

What on earth are you running from?

You don't have to answer that.

No, I know, and I'm... I'm... I'm just...

I'm sorry.

Do you need someone?

No! No. No, I'm fine.

I'm happy to finish a little earlier...

No! No! Please!

I... I'm sorry.

Let's... Let's keep going to the end.

No, uh, I must insist.

I've seen all I need to see.

Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.

Knock, knock.

Oh, hey.

I let myself in. Hope you don't mind.

Joanna called.

She said you were in a bit of a tailspin.

Uh, how did she get your number?

My guess is that Oedipal monstrosity on the wall.

Didn't go well then?

Nah.

Shit.

I suppose this is the part where you blame

this Ruben business on why it went so badly.

Nah, it was me that messed it up.

But none of that helped.

It's just... It's so much. All... All of this.

- Everything that's going on. - I know, love,

but we wouldn't ask you if we didn't think

it was important.

But... But what's... what's more important than my future?

My happiness? My values?

No, seriously, Mum. Seriously, answer me!

Because if you're sitting on something here

that can help me get my head around this,

then you'd better say it now.

Because I can't just follow you in blind faith.

And it had better be good, too.

Like Ruben has a child on the way,

or Maura is dying, or something,

because I can't see any other reason

as to why you would put me in...

Oh my God.

She's dying, isn't she?

Yes, Niall.

Right, but, it's... What is it, like, cancer or something?

Yes, Niall.

Okay. But, like, are you worried it's serious?

Yes, Niall.

Je... Jesus, Mum. Why didn't you say?

I didn't want to distract you ahead of your interview.

Plus, we didn't want you to go and tell Ruben.

He doesn't know.

And it's important he keeps his focus right now

with everything going on.

So, that's... That's why you want me to do it so bad.

The truth is we're gonna need him around.

You're gonna be off somewhere writing books,

and putting that big brain of yours to work.

Do you really want to give that all up,

to sit at home every day helping me move her

from the bed to the shitter?

Because I won't put her in a home, Niall.

No way.

I'll do it just to spite you.

We need an answer, Niall.

It's not fair to leave this uncertainty

hanging over us.

Not when we're going through all this.

You're a good fucker for helping me.

Can you believe they're trusting us

to take all this shit for them on Sunday?

What?

I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna give a statement.

You fucking dancer, you!

Oh, man, man, man. You motherfucker!

You kept me waiting, you bastard!

You utter bastard!

Honestly, man, what took you so long?

You had us all up in arms, questioning it.

Who?

Me, Maura, your mum.

We just couldn't understand it,

why you were protecting him so much.

I mean, we all had our theories.

That he was...

funding your uni tuition.

Or Celeste had some dirt on you that he knew about.

I mean, Maura even joked

that you and him were getting cock-hungry together!

What?

That's fucking ridiculous!

I know, you twat.

Just got us all talking. I mean...

there was certainly something going on

between you that day you didn't want me to hear.

It's nice to finally meet you, Joanna!

It's nice to meet you!

Here, love, I'll show you where to hang your coat.

Look, I'm sorry to hear...

Oh, no. Don't worry.

We don't have to go into all that.

I'm just very grateful, Niall.

I've waited the best part of six years

to get you to do something for me,

and all I needed to do was get cancer.

Thank you.

He's just had another offer from Glasgow.

So, that's six universities now, begging for his genius.

Aren't you bored of Glasgow?

Mm. A little maybe. It's not my first choice anyway.

What's your first choice?

Well, it was Oxford, but...

doesn't look like that's happening now.

Ah, you don't want to go to Oxford anyway, Niall.

Christ Almighty,

they'll throw pennies at your feet.

Do you ever say anything helpful?

No, not really.

But when I do, it's gonna blow your mind.

I think you both have a sweet dynamic.

I think there's real love there.

You know, I feel the same way about the two of you.

So, what are your plans, Joanna, now uni is done?

Oh, I have no idea, actually.

Maybe move back home,

and fall pregnant at a frightfully young age

like everyone else does.

- What did you study again? - Primary teaching.

Why don't you get a job in that?

Oh, 'cause I'll end up teaching people like me.

And part of me needs to break that cycle.

You know, for the sake of humanity.

- She's good. - Mm-hmm.

You know, Maura, I... I didn't think we'd get on

after what Ruben did,

but I've long learned you need to separate

the parent from the child.

What do you mean?

If a child's a bad apple,

it doesn't mean the parent's the tree,

or whatever the phrase.

I don't follow.

She's just saying parents can be different

from their children.

Her dad really thinks about what he says

before he says it, for example.

Sorry, am I making this weird?

No. I just want you to explain what you meant.

Look, this is pointless.

Mum, wasn't that show on, we were gonna watch now anyway?

No, I don't think so.

My son's had issues,

and it's very easy to see the behavior

and not the illness.

What's the illness?

Anger. Blind rage.

What, love?

Mm. No, it's just...

I didn't see much blind rage when he called me an ugly whore

and spat in my face.

If anything, I recall he was smiling.

He's not well, Joanna.

Yeah, a lot of people aren't well,

but they don't mangle people at two in the afternoon

for no reason at all.

Well, actually, there was a reason, Joanna.

Alby groped him.

Are you... Are you serious?

He did. He groped him.

That... That's just utter bollocks.

I'm sorry.

It's the truth, Joanna. He acted in self-defense.

Christ, if that's self-defense, maybe I should go back to that chippy

that shortchanged me and burn the place to the ground.

Look, you weren't there, Joanna.

I don't need to be.

I know what your brother's capable of.

Also, why have you never mentioned this before?

It was a recent recollection.

Hold on.

You're not thinking about saying this in court, are you?

- Well, I... - Oh my God. Niall, you can't!

You can get into so much trouble lying on the stand!

It's not a lie, okay?

There... There was... There was a scuffle,

something happened,

and there was a grope, maybe. For sure.

Please tell me this is some kind of wind-up.

It's not, Joanna. So, just stay out of this.

Look, you decided to not get involved,

and that's on you.

That's because you said it would get in the way

of our relationship!

And would you look at that? It's getting in the way.

I can't believe you.

Sorry about that.

I like her!

I just don't get why you're doing it.

All you do is moan about him.

- No, I don't. - Yes, you do!

You said you wished he'd move abroad the other day

- so you could be free. - I'd been drinking.

Exactly. You've always said

the truth comes out when you're drunk.

I said that sober though,

so you really shouldn't trust it.

Wait! Come back!

Niall, don't storm away from me.

Niall, are you listening?

Niall, stop!

Please, I need to know.

Did Alby really grope Ruben?

Yes.

Not hesitating were you, Bambi?

Joanna.

Ruben.

I've been meaning to say, actually.

Thanks for doing me a solid and not giving a statement.

I haven't done you a solid.

I just didn't see it, and I don't wanna get involved.

I'm Switzerland.

I like Switzerland.

I went there once.

Okay, that's enough tension to last the week.

Shall we?

Absolutely, Bambers. Let's do it!

Hold on a minute.

Niall, wait!

Aren't you gonna say goodbye?

Yeah. Bye.

Is everything okay, Ruben?

No, I'm pissed off!

- With you. - Hesitating back at the house.

Really? I...

I was... I was just caught out by the question.

Yeah, well, if you crumble for that bimbo,

how do you think you're gonna fare with the jury staring in your face?

She's not a bimbo, Ruben.

Well, she's certainly not a barrister.

You need to be strong, Niall.

Fucking say it with conviction to anyone that asks.

Christ. I didn't realize all this came

with acting lessons as well.

Of course it does! Just saying it isn't enough.

You need certainty in your gut and steel in your eyes.

Well, I... I'm never gonna be able to do that, am I?

- Why not? - 'Cause you're... you're asking me

to believe something that I know to be a lie.

I mean, all the mind tricks in the world

couldn't patch over that.

Right. Fuck this!

What you doing, Ruben? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ruben, stop!

Jesus, Ruben, you just went over something!

- Wh... What you doing? - Get the fuck out.

What? What are you doing?

- Get the fuck out! - No! No! I'm...

Get the fuck up!

What you doing?

We're practicing.

You're joking me. Aren't you gonna be late?

Say it.

Say he groped me.

Oh, come on, Ruben. This is ridiculous.

No, it's not.

I wanna see it in your eyes, Niall.

I wanna see you believe it, so a jury will.

- Here, stand. Stand! - Whoa!

Fucking say it then!

He groped you.

Again.

He groped you!

Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate...

- What? - You!

"He groped you! He groped you!"

Never have an affair, Niall, whatever you do.

- Look, I'm trying here. - Not hard enough!

Come on, come on!

You did all those gay plays at university, didn't you?

This should be easy for you!

What's that got to do with anything?

'Cause if you can pretend to be the Prince of Denmark,

you can pretend the little faggot

touched my balls.

I mean, I... I don't know about that, Ruben.

I actually think this is harder to get my head around.

Are you serious?

The whole thing was in a foreign language, Niall.

At one stage, you were talking to a skull.

The cunt's dead! What you talking to him for?

Well, technically, he was holding the skull,

- and he was talking... - I don't give a fuck!

My point is, this should be easy for you.

I'm your fucking brother!

You knew this cunt for five minutes!

Yeah, I get that, Ruben. I suppose, I'm...

I'm just finding it hard to wrap my head around

certain parts of it.

Which parts?

I don't know.

The whole logic of the argument, maybe?

Explain.

Well, if someone grabs your cock,

I can see why you might punch them.

But to put them in a coma for six months?

It... It just doesn't make sense

why it would affect you in such a massive way.

You don't think it would have an effect on me?

No!

At least not to the extent where you'd almost kill him

to stop him doing it again.

Oh, come on, Ruben. I saw you get stabbed once

and eat Cheerios the next morning

- like nothing happened. - So, fuck!

You superglued it shut and poured vodka on it

whilst watching television.

- Means fuck all. - Yes, it does!

If almost getting murdered doesn't fill you with terror,

then how am I supposed to believe a touch to the testicles will?

Because it's fucking different!

Someone stabs you, they attack the body.

Someone gropes you, they attack your... your...

your fucking soul!

Who you are as a man! That's why it's different!

Fucking sort it out, Niall! Whatever you need to do,

to be anything other than yourself up there, do it!

Because if you flap about like this,

I'll be the one accusing you of groping my testicles next.

Would you like me to try again?

No, I don't want you to try again.

Get back in the van. I'm going for a piss.

Uh, Ruben?

I think we have a problem.

Do we really need to carry all this shit?

Yes, you twat!

Can't have the wee bastards turn up with nothing to do.

You're still annoyed at me, aren't you?

Yes! This is all your fault.

How?

Hesitating like a bitch.

Winding me up so I wasn't focused on the driving.

Are you serious right now?

Is it my fault you drove over those planks of wood too?

Of course it is!

And it's your fault I'm facing ten years inside.

Look, we can try again if you want?

I don't want you to try, Niall. Don't you get it?

I want you by my side, ready to march into battle.

You're not gonna cry, are you?

Fuck that. I cried once in my life.

Don't plan on doing it again.

What happened?

I was eight years old. My dad had a heart attack.

Jesus. That's as good a reason as any.

No, it wasn't that bit.

It was when he came back home.

Saw him walking up the path towards the house.

Fuck all this shit!

I'm scared, Niall.

Proper scared.

Pretty sure Maura's sick, you know.

What gives you that impression?

She's just been really nice to me recently.

Look, I don't think that means anything.

No, the other day, she called me to ask how I was doing.

That was it. Whole reason for the call.

Bet it's cancer.

- Well, I wouldn't worry. - Well, I do.

And either way, ten years is a long time.

I can't have her last memory of me

be through Perspex fucking glass.

Plus, it's prison.

I know the second I go in, I'm not coming back out.

Look, we should probably keep walking.

The kids will be waiting.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, fannies!

Ruben! Where did you go?

It's okay, fella. I'm here now.

Ruben?

What?

He groped you.

Again.

He groped you.

Jesus Christ, Joanna!

I thought you went back to Glasgow?

I did. I went to see Alby.

I haven't seen him since Freshers,

and he looks awful, Niall.

Like really awful.

What did he say?

He told me everything.

You know, I've always seen the pain that you were in,

and I could never understand why someone with your gifts,

your looks, your brains, could be so unhappy.

And now, I suppose I know.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

No.

But I think it might be good for you if you did.

That's not gonna happen.

Is he gonna bring it up in court?

No.

But only because it wouldn't work in his favor.

Something to do with juries having more problems

with homosexuals than criminals,

which makes me ill, if I'm honest.

Hey, hey. Come here.

- It's okay. - It's not. It's not!

- It's not okay! - It is!

Look at me. Look at me!

It's okay.

What you are is okay.

What you're doing to Alby is not.

I mean, don't you hate yourself enough

as it is already,

without spewing this hateful crap

- to a room full of people? - I know, I know!

But... But... But Maura's sick, Joanna.

- Like really sick... - Well, that's awful,

and I'm sorry,

but it still doesn't justify lying in this way.

Yeah, I know, but Ruben's really turned his life around.

That's crap!

Snakes can shed their skin, Niall,

but they'll always crawl on their bellies.

Are... Are we...

Finished?

Yes.

But that's not important.

What's important is what you're gonna say up there.

Think about it.

You have a chance here

to draw a line under...

all of this and start again in Oxford.

Why not do that with a clear conscience?

Well... Well, I don't know if I'm going yet.

Yes, you do.

Your mum opened it earlier.

You've got your freedom, Niall.

Now, all I ask is that you don't deprive Alby of his.

Just keep the change.

Say it.

Please, I need to hear it.

Who am I?

My brother from another lover.

Calling to the stand

Niall Kennedy.

Please raise your hand and repeat this oath.

"I swear by almighty God that the evidence I will give

will be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth."

Uh...

"I swear by almighty God that the evidence

that I will give will be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

Very well. The prosecution may now proceed.

What is your full name?

I'm sorry?

Your full name.

Uh... Uh...

Niall Brandon Kennedy.

You've been called as a witness to speak

to the events of the 10th of September, 1989,

where it is accepted that

Albert Safadi sustained serious injury.

You were present when it happened?

Uh... Yes. I... I was, yes.

And you also claim

in your latest statement to have seen

Albert Safadi sexually assault Mr. Pallister

prior to the attack. Is that correct?

Yes, that's correct.

I can't believe it!

That's a lie! That's a blatant lie!

That's enough!

Can I remind those present that this is a court?

Now, when you gave a statement

at the time of the incident,

you did not disclose this alleged assault

to the police. Can you explain why?

Uh...

I was... I was knocked out,

and unable to, you know, comprehend what I had seen.

But you did in this very statement

detail other information at the time

relevant to the attack.

Can you have before you Production B?

Can you please read out the highlighted section?

"I tried to pull him away,

but I couldn't.

He was in that place now and nothing would stop him.

I think I tried three or four times

before he pushed me away.

That's when I tumbled back and hit my head."

So, just to clarify for the court,

you remember pulling him away three or four times,

but you do not remember something as significant

as a sexual assault prior to this?

Uh, it appears so, yes.

No further questions.

Counsel for the defense. You may now proceed.

Let's start from the beginning.

You met Albert Safadi that week, on the 7th of September, 1989.

- Is that correct? - Yes, sir.

And did you notice

anything unusual about his private life?

Uh... Uh...

I... He was a... I suppose he was a...

He... Well... Well, he was a...

a homosexual.

How did you find this out?

Uh... He... He disclosed it to me.

In what way did he disclose his sexuality to you?

Well, he... Uh... He... He told me.

So, he was very forthcoming with this information?

You... I...

You could say that, yes.

Did you ever feel threatened by how forward

Mr. Safadi appeared to be with his sexuality?

Uh...

I'm... I'm not sure what you mean.

It appears Mr. Safadi went out of his way

to make his sexuality known to you.

Did you find this threatening?

Oh, no, not really.

I mean... I mean yes. Yes, maybe. I don't... I don't know.

S... Sorry, can you... can you rephrase

the question, please?

Would you say he was a sexual deviant,

Mr. Kennedy?

Uh...

I.. I... I can't.

I can't... I can't do this.

I've... I've made a mistake.

What mistake, Mr. Kennedy?

Mr. Kennedy?

He didn't grope Ruben. He didn't even touch him at all!

- You cunt! - I'll fucking kill you!

No, no, no, no, no! Ruben! Ruben, stop! Ruben, stop!

You fucking rat!

You've done it now! I'm gonna get you!

Do you hear me? We won't come back from this!

I'll make you fucking ugly, do you understand?

I'll make you fucking ugly!

Oh, God.

Well, praying ain't gonna save you now.

Devil's already arrived.

Yeah, we should probably start drinking.

Yeah, if there's anything left for the rest of us.

What is Ruben doing here?

I don't know, but...

I'm terrified.

Don't worry, this is your big day.

I won't let him get in the way of it.

I can promise you that.

- Move. - Yep.

Fuck's sake.

All right.

Shall we begin?

Hello.

For those that don't know me, I'm Ruben Pallister.

And I'm gonna tell you about Niall Kennedy.