Original subtitles

[tense music]

♪ ♪

POLLY: So he takes her on holiday‐‐

ANGELA: And they haven't slept together?

POLLY: Not even a kiss. ANGELA: And?

POLLY: He comes to see her in her room‐‐nicely dressed‐‐

admires the view,

and then asks her to marry him, before anything!

‐ What'd she say?

‐ Well, she turned him down, of course.

"Must be something wrong," she thought.

‐ And was there? POLLY: Well, who's to know?

Next day he scarpered, romantic tail between his legs.

She had a week to herself. Best holiday she's ever had.

You're done.

Any problems with the color,

turn the oven to 60, pop your head inside.

Three minutes, you'll be fine.

‐ Someday, someone'll take you up on that.

Then you'll be sorry.

Tara. ‐ Tara.

[birds chirping]

[door opens]

Shh.

[door closes softly]

Out the window, don't you think?

‐ Mam, honestly?

‐ You want your dad to find him?

Oh.

Good morning to you, too.

She's 15, by the way,

so what you just did is illegal.

Now, get up and get out the window.

‐ I didn't know.

POLLY: Thought she was 24, did you?

And how old are you? Because you look 45.

GETHIN: [sighs]

[sighs]

There's nothing to climb down. ‐ Jump.

It's only two stories. ‐ I'm not jumping.

‐ I'll happily push, love.

[shoes clatter]

‐ Right.

POLLY: [chuckles]

‐ [grunts]

[grunts, hollers] LEONA: Shit, shit.

‐ [groaning]

‐ I liked him.

‐ Clean this up and then get in the shower.

Jesus, Leona.

[door opens]

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

‐ [grunts]

Jesus, woman. DEBBIE: [laughs]

‐ [sighs]

You were talking in your sleep again last night, cariad.

‐ You were grinding your teeth in yours.

And farting.

You okay?

Maybe...

you should take today off.

It's Saint David's Day.

He commands you to take a break.

I'm going to win today for you.

‐ Too much to do.

Sorry.

Concrete's due.

I gotta be on site.

[sighs] What are you doing now, woman?

DEBBIE: Taking your mind off things.

IWAN: Morning. Shall I do eggs?

POLLY: This is the third time they've played this song

before 8:00 this week.

Think someone's having a laugh.

Or they're ill.

They could be ill.

[screams]

[both laughing]

‐ Mm, well, there you go, then.

Sleeves are too long. ‐ [laughs]

Do bananas have long sleeves?

‐ Definitely looks like a banana, then?

[soft rock playing on radio]

‐ What are you worried it looks like?

‐ Leader of the council comes to the fun run

dressed as a yellow appendage.

‐ Well, now you say it.

IWAN: Did I hear someone in?

‐ It's Angela.

She wanted to look her best for today.

She pays like the rest of them.

‐ Not to have it done at 6:00 a. m.

How much did she pay?

POLLY: 3 quid.

‐ Shit, what's that?

You look ridiculous. ‐ Come on, love.

Bit of pride. ‐ Sorry.

It suits you, Dad. You look like a proper prick.

♪ ♪

[door opens, slams]

‐ Ignore her.

[man speaking indistinctly over radio]

‐ Oh, don't worry.

I've got good at that.

[chuckles]

RADIO DJ: Today in the valleys.

‐ Mm.

Today should be fun.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[line trills]

RECEPTIONIST: Thank you for calling.

We are out of the office for Saint David's Day.

Please leave a message. [phone beeps]

ALAN: This is Alan Kethin. Call me back.

‐ Well, how's your ankle?

[indistinct chatter]

I didn't lie about my age, y‐‐

you met me in school uniform, you prick.

[distant clang]

[dog barking]

DEBBIE: Ready? Hi!

GRETA: Jesus, Debbie, you're running already?

It's not even started yet and it's a "fun walk."

It's a fun walk.

DEBBIE: I'm running.

GRETA: Silly cow. [chuckles]

POLLY: Stop it.

Stop it. ‐ [snorts, laughs]

[birds chirping]

MIA: Hey‐ya, butt.

LEONA: What the fuck is that?

MIA: Egg and Haribo sandwich.

‐ How is that working out for you?

‐ Haribo's a bit too chewy, to be honest.

‐ Give us a bite.

Mm.

Did you cook the Haribo with the egg?

‐ 'Course I did. I'm not a savage.

Where we meeting Seren?

‐ Up there.

Few others are coming too.

‐ What's the plan?

LEONA: We're gonna have a lush time

while our mams are on that stupid run.

[indistinct chatter]

IWAN: Good morning, everybody!

Great to see so many of you here today.

I'm here as head banana around here...

[crowd groans, laughs]

To tell you three things:

one is...

that this is our town.

[cheers and applause]

It's a great town!

[cheers and applause]

A town with the proud tradition.

CROWD: The best!

‐ And like many of you,

I was born here.

I love it here and always have done,

through bad times and good.

Really bad times.

Bad weather.

But now we're starting to take Glyngolau back to what it was!

‐ We all know. GUEST: Yes, that's‐‐

IWAN: What it should be. BOTH: Yes.

This is more than about money in our pockets.

It's about smiles on our faces...

And 1,000 new jobs?

That's 1,000 new smiles.

[distant cheering]

[suspenseful music]

MIA: This'll really piss your dad off.

[laughs]

SEREN: Yeah, banana dickhead.

MIA: Fuck.

Are we actually gonna do this?

SEREN: Go on. You gonna drop down?

♪ ♪

‐ [groans] ALL: Hey!

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter] ‐ Aww, sorry.

You ready?

[all snickering]

[grunts]

Shut up.

♪ ♪

IWAN: We all want the same thing for this town:

for it to be strong in the right way.

[applause]

The third thing is:

you all look amazing!

[cheers and applause]

Especially Rhys...

‐ Oy!

‐ Who hasn't worn a tracksuit since 1979.

‐ [cheers and applause] ‐ Hey!

Looking good in it, mind you!

Here we go, then.

Three, two...

one.

♪ ♪

LEONA: What are you doing? Come on.

♪ ♪

ALAN: That's‐‐but that's the reason why I'm calling.

I know‐‐I know all this.

Yeah, I know all this, okay?

I know all of what you're saying.

I can hear. Yeah, yeah.

You have to see where I'm coming from as well, okay?

[stammers] Because I was promised the delivery last week.

I‐‐I don't care what fucking day it is, boyo.

I got deadlines... [voice fades]

[metal clangs]

LEONA: [grunts]

Mia, come on.

[lighter clicks]

[shuffling footsteps, metal clinking]

SEREN: I'm soaking, all wet.

‐ Let's go. [both screaming]

SEREN: Hey hold on!

[overlapping screaming]

[uplifting music]

[all screaming, chattering]

♪ ♪

[all chattering, laughing]

Seren!

Griff!

[paint can rattling]

♪ ♪

Over there.

Mia, come on!

Keep running!

[overlapping chatter]

ANGELA: Trying to eat Haribo out of a frying pan.

Ruined my frying pan.

Wouldn't even scour off.

‐ [indistinct speech] ‐ Go on, there, Debbie!

‐ Two laps, is it? ‐ That's right.

Two laps of the town route.

‐ We'll only do the one.

RUNNER: Oh, wait for me, dear.

Wait for me.

[mischievous, curious music]

♪ ♪

‐ Oh, what are those?

Creepy.

[laughter] [cans rattling]

GRIFF: Seren left her dildos here!

Look! SEREN: Fuck you, Griff!

‐ Come on!

[overlapping chatter]

‐ Griff's drawing a big penis.

Look. Aww, that's sweet.

You copy that from a book? [laughter]

‐ Who's got a fag?

‐ Mia, come on. SEREN: I'm writing "fuck you."

GRIFF: Don't use my name!

[can spraying]

LEONA: You ready?

This is where we'll do it.

♪ ♪

‐ Are you sure about this?

‐ Why wouldn't I be sure?

‐ We're being funny, but you're not enjoying it,

if you hadn't realized.

♪ ♪

RHYS: [growls] ANGELA: Oh, come on, it's‐‐

RHYS: [laughs] ANGELA: Come on, Rhys.

You can't be going as fast as that.

‐ [growls] ‐ No, serious, Rhys.

Rhys, serious. RHYS: Whoo, yeah!

ANGELA: Rhys, come on. You're a very big man.

[all laughing]

ANGELA: Come on, I insist on it.

both: Yay!

[explosion booms]

[fire roaring, glass shattering]

‐ [breathing heavily]

[wind gusts]

‐ What was that?

GUY: Please, stay back.

Stay back.

I can't let you through.

Please.

Car coming through. Car coming through.

Move, move. Please step back.

I can't you all in. Please, step back.

POLLY: All right, Guy?

Anyone been hurt?

GUY: We don't know anything yet, do we?

POLLY: What do you know?

‐ I know the more of my guys I have to use controlling you,

the less I have on the site.

Please, step back.

[panicked chatter]

ONLOOKER: What's happening?

[approaching sirens wailing]

‐ Please step back.

[fire crackling]

[tense music]

‐ [gasps hoarsely]

MARTIN: It's okay.

You're okay.

Do you know‐‐ ‐ [gasps hoarsely]

MARTIN: You're gonna be okay. [coughing]

[debris clattering, Martin coughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[sirens wailing]

‐ She's not answering.

‐ Well, she doesn't answer her phone at the best of times.

‐ Leona, I need you to call me.

Do you understand?

‐ She'll be in someone's house smoking terrible substances

or holed up with some 40‐year‐old bloke.

You watch. ‐ Oh, you're probably right.

♪ ♪

‐ Right, I'll see if I can find anything out.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

GUY: Stop! Stop her!

DEBBIE: My husband is the site manager!

Alan!

No!

Alan!

FIREMAN: I'm taking you back.

♪ ♪

MARTIN: We're doing fine, okay?

LEONA: Mia‐‐ ‐ We'll be out of here soon.

You just‐‐you just stay nice and still for me.

There's more kids down there.

ALAN: How the hell did they get there?

‐ [coughing] LEONA: Mia!

‐ Leona! ‐ It's okay, it's okay.

‐ Leona! LEONA: I hear you.

I can hear you. [loud rumbling]

[all screaming] ALAN: Oh, shit!

[Mia wails]

[suspenseful music]

[car horn honks]

TIM: Fuck.

Fuck. Excuse me, sorry.

♪ ♪

[phone line ringing]

Have you seen it?

‐ No one's answering their phones.

♪ ♪

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

I really need to go down there.

TIM: Harriet‐‐ HARRIET: God.

[engines rumbling]

‐ Heath Thompson, fire service area manager.

Are you in command? GUY: Yes, sir.

Sergeant Guy Hughes, sir.

‐ Do you have any sense of how many are trapped?

‐ No, sir, but there are some, sir.

We've heard screaming, sir, but we can't get to them.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[no audible dialogue]

♪ ♪

BOTH: Mia. ‐ Mia‐‐it's Mia.

‐ It's Mia.

She's answered.

♪ ♪

Oh, talk to me, love.

♪ ♪

Mia?

♪ ♪

They're in there.

‐ [breathing shakily] [mutters inaudibly]

♪ ♪

‐ It was a gas explosion?

TIM: Seems likely.

‐ But we hadn't connected our gas supply.

TIM: All possibilities are being investigated,

but here's the thing:

they believe there were people inside.

‐ What?

TIM: Kids, even.

‐ "Kids"?

‐ And, look, Frank says to come home

until we know what's happening.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[no audible dialogue]

‐ I keep trying her.

[dog barking]

♪ ♪

LEONA: [breathing shallowly]

♪ ♪

[saw whining]

♪ ♪

[debris clattering]

[whimpers]

♪ ♪

[metal rattles]

♪ ♪

[respirator hissing]

♪ ♪

[radio feedback squeals]

♪ ♪

[gasps hoarsely]

[debris clattering]

[metal popping, groaning]

♪ ♪

[overlapping chatter]

♪ ♪

[metal groans]

FIREMAN: Everyone move back!

[all grunting, breathing heavily]

‐ [whimpers]

‐ Debris! [all scream]

[dramatic music]

[glass shattering] [metal groaning]

♪ ♪

‐ [screams]

♪ ♪

[high‐pitched ringing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[respirators hissing]

HEATH: Blue team, are you receiving me?

Over.

Are you receiving me?

Get another team in there.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[debris clattering]

♪ ♪

[radio chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

REPORTER: As yet, no one has been brought from the site.

‐ It's not clear‐‐ REPORTER: There is, as yet‐‐

POLLY: Jesus.

REPORTER: Number of people involved, but reports‐‐

‐ Fuck.

[overlapping chatter]

REPORTER: Kallbridge have yet to make a statement.

‐ What are you gonna do about this?

‐ I'm here to offer support‐‐ ‐ This is your site!

You did this!

‐ I'm going to make a statement saying what we as a company know.

POLLY: And what do you know?

That this was done cheap as chips: Is that what you know?

‐ Polly, I hardly think that's fair or usef‐‐ POLLY: I know you.

‐ I know you!

[crowd shrieking]

♪ ♪

[gasping, moaning]

♪ ♪

[no audible dialogue]

♪ ♪

[dog whines, radio chatter]

[low thrumming]

[distant door slams, wheels clattering]

[sounds echoing distantly]

♪ ♪

[doors opening, closing]

♪ ♪

[phone line rings]

[voicemail beeps]

‐ Iwan, where are you?

Our little girl...

we're still waiting on details.

Where are you?

Call me.

[phone beeps]

♪ ♪

‐ Greta Collinson?

♪ ♪

Can you come with me?

‐ Is it all right if‐‐ ‐ Yeah.

♪ ♪

‐ Uh, Rhys Griffiths? ‐ Yeah.

‐ And Angela Griffiths.

‐ [sniffles]

I'm sorry.

[sniffs]

♪ ♪

‐ Should we talk over here?

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

‐ Excuse me.

I'm looking for Alan Kethin.

Have you seen Alan Kethin?

‐ You need to ask at reception.

‐ They don't know where he is.

♪ ♪

WHITTAKER: Mrs. Bevan?

♪ ♪

POLLY: Yes, it's just me.

Polly Bevan.

He's not answering his phone.

He either must be‐‐I don't know; there must be something.

I don't know.

‐ Okay, do you want to come with me, please?

♪ ♪

There's not many discreet places.

I'm sorry.

‐ No, I can't‐‐I can't.

Please, sir, I can't.

I really can't. WHITTAKER: I have good news.

Polly, Polly, look at me.

I have good news.

She had a serious head injury and a fractured skull.

She's still in theater, but she's a‐‐

she's doing well.

So you can't see her for a few hours, okay?

‐ 'Cause I saw body bags, and I thought, um...

[sighs]

I thought you were gonna tell me she's dead.

WHITTAKER: She's got some other injuries we're dealing with.

A serious abdominal injury,

fractures to the pelvis and spine.

Um, we don't know the full extent

of anything right now, but we're optimistic.

‐ The other kids?

WHITTAKER: [sighs softly] They've been less fortunate.

There was a man first on the scene.

He was able to go inside the building.

He got her closer to the entrance.

‐ What man? WHITTAKER: I shouldn't.

Martin, eh, Harris, I think.

He's alive. He's been brought in too.

‐ She the only one?

Well, we had them all together. [sniffles]

We had them all together.

They've all grown up together.

‐ I have to get back to theater.

‐ It's sorted. You two stay here.

[sniffles]

She's dead.

[bleak music]

♪ ♪

Oh...

no.

[sobbing softly]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

‐ I'd like to see a man called Martin.

‐ Uh, are you family or a friend?

You can't just go in there.

POLLY: Which one of you is Martin?

Martin?

MARTIN: I'm Martin.

[air pump hissing quietly]

‐ Hello.

Well, apparently you saved my daughter's life.

‐ She's alive? POLLY: Yes.

‐ [sighs heavily]

‐ How were you even there?

‐ Just walking past.

I was on a trip. I've been walking.

‐ Well, thank God for your walk, then.

I don't know what to do here.

‐ Well, here's a good idea.

POLLY: Uh‐huh.

Well, if there's anything I can do...

‐ Is that‐‐business card?

‐ Oh, don't get excited. It's hairdressing.

Free haircuts for life, though, if you want it.

‐ Ah. [chuckles]

I wouldn't force you into that.

This hair's got a life of its own.

‐ I can do something with it.

Well, um...

whatever I can do‐‐ whatever I can ever do.

Look after this one.

Look after him.

‐ [breathing shakily]

[somber music]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

HARRIET: I'm going to make a statement saying what we as a company‐‐

[audio stops]

Make a statement saying what we as a company know.

POLLY: Oh, what do you know?

That this was done cheap as chips: Is that what you know?

HARRIET: I hardly think that's fair or usef‐‐

POLLY: I know you!

[audio stops]

Know you!

I know you! [crowd screaming]

♪ ♪

‐ And did she give you any indication

of what she was planning to do today?

I'm‐‐I'm so sorry to do this so early on.

I'm gonna ask my questions as quickly as possible.

All I'm trying to do is...

get a sense of what happened.

Would she have reason to enter the property?

‐ It's her dad's pride and joy.

‐ I‐‐I don't understand.

‐ Iwan's leader of the council.

He got the investment going.

‐ No, he was, um...

managing the site

from the council's side.

‐ So you think this may have been

some kind of...

rebellion gone wrong?

[tense music]

An explosion has to be triggered by something.

Could be a mechanical fault,

could be a deliberate act.

‐ Well, you think she might have done this on purpose?

‐ Right now, I‐‐ I don't think anything.

‐ I need to go.

♪ ♪

TIM: I just wish I was there with you.

‐ Did you see it?

Is it running on all the channels?

‐ It's all over Twitter. Who is she?

HARRIET: Polly Bevan, the councillor's wife.

I never liked her.

Busybody. Hairdresser.

Her husband's afraid of her, you know.

‐ [scoffs]

‐ But still, her child is...

‐ You said the right thing. You did nothing wrong.

‐ You think it's a mistake being here?

TIM: I didn't want you to go.

You need to be careful.

I could get the first train‐‐ ‐ No.

No, I'll need you where you are:

across our other projects.

‐ Harriet, you can't do this on your own.

HARRIET: I'll need more useful people.

I don't know who, but...

‐ Okay. [laughs softly]

♪ ♪

‐ I can't work out if we're responsible for this.

♪ ♪

‐ I love you.

♪ ♪

HARRIET: Put me through to the others.

I need to work out what statement I'm going to give.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

[clock ticking]

[approaching footsteps]

‐ I'm not stopping.

He's promised me time with her at 9:30, so...

Says she'll be ready for visitors then,

so I'm out of here in ten.

What's that doing out?

‐ [sighs]

I will come to the hospital.

I just...

wasn't sure what to, um...

I wasn't sure what to, uh...

Well, I wasn't sure if she'd have wanted me there.

[cups clinking]

‐ Why wouldn't she have wanted you there?

‐ We raised good money with the buckets.

Jim‐‐bless him‐‐counted it.

I said, "Why'd you count it, Jim?"

And he said, "Carry on."

That's what they say.

War baby, you see.

‐ Don't make me tea.

I'm going back to the hospital.

Will you come?

‐ She'll want to see just you first.

She won't want to see me.

POLLY: Iwan‐‐ ‐ I'm right, and you know it.

‐ She was there because it was yours.

Fucking boasting‐‐

"Look at this thing I built.

The big 'I am.'"

She was there because it was yours,

and so was everyone else.

I don't know what she was trying to do there,

but she was there because it was yours

and you can't even come and see her.

Some father.

Some daughter. Your fucking buckets.

Your fucking buckets!

[sobs]

[water bubbling]

You're a coward.

[kettle clicks, bubbling fades]

You're a...

[grunts, breathing heavily]

‐ Making a show of yourself. ‐ Not the face.

‐ Making a show of yourself on the television, hmm?

‐ [hollers, gasps] ‐ Eh?

‐ [grunting]

[screams]

[groaning]

[gasping]

[both breathing heavily, groaning]

IWAN: [sniffles, groans] ‐ [groaning]

[whimpers]

‐ [sniffles]

[both sniffling, breathing heavily]

‐ Shh.

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

‐ [sobbing] ‐ [groaning softly]

[sniffling]

[door clicks shut]

[fox barks distantly]

‐ I was coming to find you.

There's talk of going to the site together.

[sniffles] As a town.

Those who've got something they want to say.

‐ Say that again?

‐ The town are going to go to the site together.

Tonight.

‐ A vigil?

‐ If you like.

[distant engine rumbles]

‐ He tried to save your daughter.

‐ I know.

HARRIET: Kallbridge Developments

has never encountered a tragedy like this before.

What we were doing here was undertaking

vital regenerative work for the area.

We need to get to the bottom of what happened here,

and we need to find who or what was responsible

for these terrible events.

We will be doing so... WHITTAKER: Polly?

HARRIET: With great speed... ‐ Oh.

HARRIET: And during that time‐‐

the reason why I'm here‐‐

we will providing all of the support we can...

WHITTAKER: Um, it looks likely

there's a paralysis of some sort.

We still don't know what state her brain is in, I'm afraid,

but, uh, she's opened her eyes,

and that's a very good sign.

[TV chattering indistinctly]

‐ Oh, sorry, I‐‐

where's your bathroom?

[stammering] I‐‐I can't see my daughter

looking like this.

[items clatter]

[door creaks, shuts]

‐ If there's anything you need‐‐

‐ No, there's nothing.

‐ I understand your daughter's in recovery.

There will be things you need.

I understand everything you said

and why you said it.

You were wrong, but I understand.

‐ You say the word "understand" a lot.

You know that?

I'm here for you.

[tense music]

And for Iwan, of course.

I'm here for every...one.

♪ ♪

‐ Just this way, okay?

♪ ♪

‐ Oh, God.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

[monitor beeping softly]

♪ ♪

Oh, it's my fault.

My fault.

I suddenly had the thought I should sing.

I never been with you when you've been this quiet.

[whispers] Don't worry, I won't sing.

[knocking on door]

[door latch clicks]

Come in.

[door closes]

Come in.

She's pretty banged up, but she's doing okay.

They say she won't be able to speak for a bit.

She can't take things in

or she can't get things out or something.

Brain is disordered, I think they said, so...

I've been talking slowly

and writing things down for her, but...

I just hope she's not asking for something

and I can't help her.

‐ Difficult.

POLLY: Yeah.

DEBBIE: Look at me.

Leona, look at me.

I'm going to read out the alphabet.

When we reach the letter you want to stop on, blink.

I'll then ask you to repeat it.

We need to get you talking, okay?

A, B, C, D,

E, F, G, H, I...

[high‐pitched ringing]

M, N, O.

Was that "O" you wanted?

Blink again if it was "O."

Okay.

A, B, C, D,

E, F, G,

H, I, J...

R, S, T.

♪ ♪

"T"? Did you mean "T"?

‐ That's... DEBBIE: Good girl.

‐ "Ot." What does "ot" mean?

DEBBIE: A, B, C, D...

G, H.

♪ ♪

"H." Is it "H"?

♪ ♪

‐ [groans]

DEBBIE: C, D, E.

Did you mean the "E"?

LEONA: [croaking]

DEBBIE: "Other."

♪ ♪

"Others."

Are you trying to say "others"?

♪ ♪

‐ What others?

Oh.

Oh.

[ringing fades]

You were very lucky.

You were lucky.

LEONA: [croaks]

‐ And we were, because I need you.

And the others were...

‐ [broken whimpering]

POLLY: Well, they were less lucky.

I know. LEONA: [cracked weeping]

POLLY: Don't worry.

We'll find out who did this.

‐ [weeping]

[somber, tense music]

BILL: ♪ Abide with me ♪

ALL: ♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪

‐ No singing.

No singing, please.

‐ No problem, Ange.

Sorry, Ange.

[scattering singing]

‐ No singing!

♪ ♪

‐ [weeping softly]

♪ ♪

[soft weeping]

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

POLLY: This is your daughter. IWAN: Yeah.

‐ Whatever you know, you say. You understand?

‐ I didn't do anything wrong.

TIM: This company are setting to throw you to the wolves.

We need to change the narrative.

‐ Shush.

REPORTER: Debbie!

Debbie, what do you make of this allegation?

REPORTER: Did your husband do this?

REPORTER: Did Alan kill those kids?

ANGELA: You and that husband of yours.

He has blood on his hands!

HENDRICKS: I just need some help here, Leona.

What were you doing?

POLLY: She looks at me, and there's hell in her eyes.

All I can do is wipe her dribble away from her chin.

I like you, but I can't give him penance.

[door slams]

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