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Carrick View is out of bounds. Angela Mackle is OOB.

It's all streets where the McIntyres live.

Why would they be off limits to us?

There's enough bad things in life that'll come looking for you, son.

You don't need to go looking for them.

Angela?

Lough Point? That must be nice up there.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Mrs McIntyre, do you feel up to answering a few questions?

See you brought the big crayon tonight.

Do you mind, Constable? I'm interviewing a victim here.

- You a victim here, Tina? - Mm-hm.

Somebody mentions something in a phone call, or...

Mentions they want to kill me?

Most of what you need to know is in there.

I'm not worried about myself. It's my mum.

Maybe it's time you left home.

James told me to give it to you.

It's your father's pension from the organisation.

- It's what we are entitled to. - Just take the money, Ma.

- You get it from the usual place? - The Dublin lads, yeah.

I keep records of the drop-offs and how much goes out.

Have you been dealing off base?

You are in big trouble, wee fella.

OK.

- Thank you. - Thanks. Cheers.

How's it going?

Yo.

We're on for tonight, out the back of yours.

What time?

Whenever we're there.

Sorry. Spilt a bit.

The kids are asleep.

They're in our room.

Good.

Here.

Get the whisky, would you?

Take it.

Oh, shit.

- You OK? - Er, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just tired.

Can't get used to these lates.

Yeah, it can't be easy at your age.

You what?

You cheeky bastard.

It is hard.

My son thinks I'm a ghost.

What age is he?

Er, he's 17. He's doing his A levels.

I mean...

...I don't think there's a worse time

I could be doing this.

You must have had him when you were young.

Yeah.

You got kids?

No, no kids.

- So, shall we...? - Shall we...? Yeah.

- You're tired too. - Yeah. - GRACE LAUGHS

What a shithole.

I've been waiting for you over two hours!

- Er, Mr Wallace? - Doctor.

Oh. Doctor Wallace.

- Can you tell us what happened? - I was asleep,

and I was woken by the sound of the engine.

I jumped out of bed,

then I saw my car being driven out of my driveway,

and not by me.

And I still have these.

- Er... - so it's a Range Rover 50?

Registration DR 007?

Don't suppose it has an ejector seat, does it?

I'm not sure I like your attitude, Constable...

...Cliff.

Well...

...Doctor...

...I'm a wee bit like Guinness in that way.

Acquired taste.

I'll just go and radio this in.

Come on, son.

Come on. Please.

Wait! Don't forget these.

You'll be OK. Look at me.

You'll be OK.

Come on, Junior.

Please, son.

Love you.

I have to stay here.

Just go with them,

and do as they say, all right?

I'm sorry, Da.

I know, son.

Fuck.

On the ground.

Face down.

You're OK, son.

No, no, please. I won't do it again!

Please! I'm sorry!

No, please, no.

No, please, please, don't do this. Please!

No, please, please, don't!

No, please, stop!

Junior! Junior!

Oh, son!

Siobhan! Siobhan!

My wee boy!

Breathe, JP! Breathe, son!

They're coming now.

Up here!

Please!

Trauma kit. Trauma kit.

- Help, please! - Stand back, please, sir.

- Stand back, please. - He's been shot!

It's burning, it's burning, please!

Grace.

Hey! Trauma kit.

Going to tourniquet him.

OK. What's your name?

- Don't let me die! - What is his name?

- Same as me. It's JP. - All right, OK. JP, JP, JP.

You are OK, you're going to be OK, all right?

JP, you're going to feel a burning in your leg,

but that's a good sign, OK? That's a good thing.

No!

Get on to the ambulance, please.

Get an ambulance update.

Uniform, Uniform, Bravo Lima 72.

Requesting ambulance ETA. Over.

We have an ambulance. Should be with you any minute now. Over.

Keep a bit of pressure on that, Grace, please.

JP?

No, JP, JP, open your eyes. You...

Don't close your eyes, OK? Look at me, JP.

- JP! - Siobhan!

- No! Siobhan, no! No! - I want to see him!

Get back. Stay back. Get back!

- I want to see him! - Get back in the house!

I want see him, my boy! What did they do to my boy?!

He's going to be OK. He's getting...

Get off me!

- It's my son! - Please!

Let's get in here. Come on.

- JP, can you hear me? - What have they done to him?

JP, you're doing good, kid.

What's your relation to him?

I'm his da. JP...

Keep talking to him. Try and keep him awake, please.

You're going to be OK. Stay awake, big man, come on.

Let go! I want to see him!

He's going to be all right. Just get inside, OK?

Right. Er... Look, can you tell me what happened?

What happened?! My son was shot!

No, I know, I understand... Look, I understand

how difficult this must be, but can you tell me...

...how it happened?

We heard the shots.

My husband ran outside

and I stayed here with the younger kids.

OK.

You see, er, we received calls from a few of the residents

reporting the shooting at 9:39pm,

and you called five minutes later.

Why such a delay?

Because my son had just been shot!

We were a wee bit busy, you know?

Was this done by appointment?

Did you know they were coming?

I've nothing more to say about it.

How are you, love?

- What are you doing here? - Ah, just...

...thought I'd call in and say hello.

You got the place looking well.

Gordy told me you didn't take your allowance this month,

that you'd given it back.

I just don't want to take it any more. OK?

Listen...

...I want to talk to you about all that roaring and shouting

you were doing in the street the other day. It's bad news, love.

I know things haven't been easy for you,

God knows we all know that,

but bringing the police around here like that...

...it's not on.

And then you take a lift home from a peeler.

That's just dangerous, love.

Now, I've been looking after you and the wee lad,

like I promised Rory I would,

but even I have my limits.

Now, any more of this rubbish from you

and I won't be looking after either of you any more.

In fact...

...I'll be doing the exact opposite.

Put that on. I don't want to get blood on the car.

Come on, you were a social worker, you've never

- dealt with stuff like this before? - Yeah, no, I have, but not like that.

Not up close.

Well, you'll get used to it.

Catch the shite, empty the bucket, repeat.

No.

No, Stevie, we can do better than that.

Come on.

Right?

- Story, bud? - Yeah, good.

All went OK.

Come here to me, you, yeah?

There's an extra 5% in that batch.

So we're good for last time, yeah?

Mm.

Something else I want to chat to you about.

Look, can I talk to him? Alone?

Well, when that happens,

I usually have to explain things to a senior officer.

OK. I'll go and get a coffee.

Do you mind if I sit?

How are you doing?

He'll be OK.

Look, what the doctors won't tell you

is that when JP wakes up, he will probably be happy.

He'll be relieved that it wasn't as bad as he thought.

And in a week or two...

...he might go quiet.

Your doctor.... might prescribe him antidepressants

to go with the painkillers,

but you really need to keep an eye on him.

OK?

It will be the physiotherapy that's the hardest, though, because...

...well, because...

...that's when he might realise that he...

...he might not walk properly again, or...

...or ride a scooter.

He might say he hates you for it.

Hates me?

For allowing it to happen.

- I didn't... - No, look, I'm not blaming you.

I'm not blaming you. I know...

I know how it works.

I think you're a man who's been given a terrible choice.

They either put a bullet in his head

or in his knee.

That was it, wasn't it?

Would you make a statement for us?

You're not in England any more, love.

You don't just run around touting to the peelers just because...

What, because somebody tried to shoot your child?

Look...

...I'm not from here, but I have lived here

- for 20 years. - 20 years, huh?

Well, you should know by now that if I give a statement,

they're coming back,

only this time they're not aiming for his knees.

Nor mine.

- Constable Ellis? - DS Canning.

You're off shift, so what are you doing here?

Well, I was first responder at the scene.

The mother, she was worried, and the father wasn't

- answering his phone, so... - Right.

I'll take it from here. Just send me through

the paperwork in the morning, will you?

Mr Whelan, I'm DS Murray Canning.

I'll be leading this investigation.

I'm very sorry to hear what's happened.

Would you mind coming in with me to the next room to talk this over?

Jesus, Annie!

I nearly shot you, Ma!

You told me you'd quit!

Well, I had. During the day.

What are you doing with that?

There's... There's something I need to tell you.

What was all that about with you and Sully?

Oh, we were talking about...

Mind your own fucking business!

Which car are we?

This is us.

- You're messing. - Ha!

You're driving. I am wrecked.

Fuck.

So Det South picked up the vehicle

crossing the border early this morning.

Overt and covert cameras, in combination

with our operator, surveilled it to this scrapyard in Moylough.

Vehicle was stripped and drugs removed to a second vehicle.

You had the whole trip under surveillance?

OK, um, what now?

The Ginleys are a major European crime syndicate.

This could be our way into that.

This has to stop somewhere. I mean...

...it can't go on for ever.

My people are starting to talk.

Let them talk.

Inspector, the work that we do

is what keeps your officers alive.

How many murder plots have we interrupted

in the last three years because of information from Farset?

We're not asking for thanks,

but we are asking to be left alone to do our job.

And it's your responsibility to ensure that that happens.

All right, Ma?

You two, in the kitchen.

Right, Tina?

Look like you want to count it.

You saying I don't trust you?

Go and make us a cup of tea.

- I'll have a cup too, Gordy. - Sit down.

I meant you.

Does Gordy want one?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Take a cup of tea.

Milk and two sugars.

Gordy didn't come home last night, and...

...I heard someone was kneecapped. I'm so worried.

Jesus fuckin' wept!

Gordy!

Get that woman away from my house.

- Gordy! MUTTERS: - For fuck's sake.

Gordy, what are you doing in this house?

- What do you want? - I told... - Go home. Seriously.

- What?! - What are you doing here?

- I told you not to come here. - Just go home!

- I'm just... - What did I say to you?!

I'm just... I'm just here to get Gordy. Gordy, please.

I'm not a wean any more. Just fucking go home, seriously.

You don't know what you're doing here.

Why are you doing this to him?

- Why are you doing this to him?! - Stop. - Why...?

- That's it! - Why are you doing this to him?!

- Get off of me! - Go on. - Get off of me!

Go. Go on!

Fuck!

Gordy! Gordy, come back with...

Go on.

Well, that's OK.

We'll just do what it says here, and...

...and it'll be fine.

Sure nobody about here wants to hurt you.

Ma...

Why would anybody want to hurt you?

Ma, it's like...

And all they give us is a bloody leaflet!

You don't have to do this job.

You know that?

Ma...

But if you go, what am I going to do without you?

I know.

Hey, missus.

- You OK? - Mm-hm.

Annie?

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey.

What's going on?

Hmm?

What's happened?

It's OK.

Hey, Cal, buy me these crisps.

- Go on. - Buy your own crisps. - Ugh, what are you like?

A wee party hat?

Suits you.

- £3.20. - Thank you.

Sorry.

Need to look into your bag.

- Who? - You.

- You what? - I need to look in your schoolbag.

- Look, I just paid, mate. - Leave him alone.

- He didn't steal anything. - You stay out of it.

I need to check your bag.

All right.

Away you go.

- Why'd you do that? - Just leave it, mate. - No, I want to know

- why he picked you. - Fucking leave it, OK? Come on.

Man, screw that guy. We'll go back in and rob him.

Hi.

Er, here are our statements

- and notebook entries for last night. - Thanks.

Um, for what it's worth, I think the dad might talk.

I mean, out of all of them, in terms of a statement.

The dad might talk?

Well, yeah. Yeah, I think it's possible.

I mean, I spoke with him at the hospital last night and I think

there's part of him that really wants to nail these bastards

for what they did.

You still here?

You think I'm some blow-in, don't you,

who doesn't know what she's up against?

Let me just think for a second.

Yeah.

Do you know I've lived in Belfast for 19 years?

And I was a social worker for ten of those.

So I know what I'm talking about.

OK. Well... do you know how many punishment shootings

there were here in the last calendar year?

43.

Do you know how many convictions we got?

Zero.

Do you know how many witness statements we managed to get,

including from the victims?

Zero.

So you're only in the door, and you think

you can get a collar on a punishment shooting,

which is what none of us have been able to do

in at least ten years. Is that about right?

Yeah. Yes, it is.

And they're no longer referred to as punishment shootings.

They are called paramilitary-style attacks,

because the term "punishment shooting"

implies that the victim deserves it, and I don't think

that a 15-year-old kid deserves that.

Do you?

Well, come on, then.

This I have to see.

74 from Uniform. Over.

Bravo Lima 74. Over.

We're getting calls about

a semi-naked man who's locked himself on a bus. Over.

Is this a wind-up?

I hope not, 74. Sounds like a good one. Over.

74 responding. Over! Jesus!

What a beautiful city, ladies and gentlemen!

What a gem!

I think you'll agree.

Look outside these buildings

and you will see the majestic beauty of the Belfast Hills

rolling down to the sea. And nestled in between them...

He waited until we all got off the bus, then he locked the doors

behind us. You have to get him down. I'll get the sack for this!

...full of the friendliest people...

- Prick! - ...in the whole world!

And here we have

our two local police officers,

who are also, I may say, the nicest...

Right, we'll need to get him down.

Yeah, no shit, Jen. Obviously, like.

...on God's Earth.

- Aren't you, girls? - Sir, you've had your fun.

Come on. I need you to get your clothes on

and get down here immediately, or you'll be arrested.

So, now, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you a wee bit more

- about Belfast. - What has he done?

He's locked it from the inside.

- Fuck's sake. - Did you know that this is

one of the few places on Earth where nothing bad has ever happened?

Sir? You've been warned. I need you to come down now, please.

I'm going to tell you the real truth

about our history.

No, we don't want to know.

- It's just everybody... - Sir?

...pissing over everybody else for hundreds of years.

Just one big flowing river of pish!

- Sorry about your bus here. - What do you mean you're sorry about my bus?!

You do not need to say anything, but I must caution you

that if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court,

it might harm your defence. Turn around.

- No. - Hands.

If you do say anything, it may be given in evidence.

Do you understand the caution?

I do, love, and thanks a million. Appreciate it.

You appreciate being arrested?

Are you for real?

Come on! Let's get down to the station, get me processed.

Come on! Let's do it.

Come on.

Yeah?

Hello.

I was wondering if I could speak with

Constable Grace Ellis, please.

Let me just check.

I'm sorry, she's not currently on duty.

Is there anyone else who can help you?

Do you know when she'll be back at work?

I'm sorry, but we can't divulge that information.

See that number plate up front? That's actually an old one.

1987. Not many of those around now.

Worth a few bob, that one.

Pull over.

- What? - Pull over.

Happy Kelly, I'm de-arresting you.

- You what? - You're what?!

There's no way I'm ruining my arrest record on this.

Your arrest record? Are you joking me?

They won't even put him in a cell. They'll send him straight home

and send us straight back on patrol again.

- It's pointless. - No, please.

It's fine. Please, arrest me.

What?!

I...

I just don't want to be on my own today.

That's all.

I get it.

I understand.

You just want to spend time with someone.

Anyone. Don't you?

But the only way we are absolutely

obligated to stay with you and look after you

is if you tell us you're feeling suicidal.

What?

- Jen... - Are you?

Suicidal?

Jen, what the fuck?

Well...

- ...I mean... - Cos...

...if you tell me that you are,

we'll have to take you to hospital

and stay with you until you receive

appropriate medical attention.

I can do that now I've de-arrested you,

instead of going to the police station.

And we'll have to stay with you at the hospital.

- That's the rules. - Jen, you can't deliberately...

Yeah. I am, actually.

I... think I'm going to kill myself.

That's what I thought.

I can't fucking believe this.

You heard what he said.

Hospital, please, Constable Conlon.

Those are the rules.

Don't worry. This'll take ages.

Class.

They must've jumped the wrong fella.

Anyways, it's no big deal.

Did they say something to you to make you think

that they thought you were someone else?

No.

How long have you worked for the McIntyres?

Excuse me?

Well, you know, you ride around Carrick View

on that new scooter of yours.

Are you a delivery boy? Hmm?

What, did you lose a package? Did you steal a package?

- Fuck you, peeler. - Hey! Watch your mouth!

What did you do that was so wrong

- that they did this to you? - You need to stop this now.

Constable Ellis.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, OK.

OK.

Yeah, but we have to be honest here

and ask, where does all of this get you,

this pretending?

Because you're pretending that you're OK,

and that you can deal with this, but let me tell you,

when that adrenaline wears off,

it is going to be really hard.

And you're having to pretend that you don't know

who did this or why. And, yes, maybe...

...maybe I'm naive and I'm pretending that I can

do something about it, but...

...who does all of this protect?

Because it's not you, JP.

And it's not your mum, and it's not those two little boys

that are coming up behind you.

The only people that this protects

are the bastards that did this to you.

Right. OK.

Ah! There she is.

Constable Robinson.

- You're a treasure. - There you go.

Well, might as well make ourselves comfortable

since we've got such a long wait, huh?

Oh, look! It's actually getting longer.

Hey!

Excuse me.

I know you think you know us,

the type of people we are, but you don't.

We didn't know he was dealing for the McIntyres.

Knew he was keeping with the wrong company, yes,

but not that. Then he thought he was smarter than them.

Thought he'd worked out a way to make an extra few bob.

Instead of selling the stuff they give him

around the estate, he took it

to South Belfast, charged double.

When that bad batch came through,

that's when they found out.

And the night he told us, he was crying his eyes out.

I...

I work in a garage on the Floralhall Road, you know?

You get all sorts in there.

Drugs, thieves.

I've even been held up by a lad with a knife once.

That's why the CCTV cameras in there are so good.

What was that about?

I think there's going to be something on the CCTV footage

at his work.

On the night of the shooting.

Hey.

I'm sorry again for staying late.

Did you get something to eat?

OK, come on. Spit it out.

What?

Well, what's wrong with you these days?

Nothing.

Listen, I am sorry that I've been so busy at work.

It's just I have

to get through this probation period, and then I can...

I know. I know, it's fine. You have to work, I get it.

Well, what is it, then, Cal?

Because if there's something bothering you, I need to know.

I'm thinking about... changing my first preference.

For the uni applications.

But...

...I thought you were going to stay here.

Go to Queen's. Isn't that what we talked about?

I'm thinking about England.

London... Manchester, maybe.

OK. Well, that...

- That sounds expensive. - I'd work to pay my living expenses.

- You wouldn't have to worry about it. - Oh, come on, Cal, that's not

- what I meant. - Well, what, then? What's wrong with me wanting

to spread my wings a bit? Or do I have to spend the rest of my life

- living here with you? - Cal!

Cal, come on, I didn't mean...

That is an entire shift spent sitting on our arses.

What an achievement.

Here to serve.

How the fuck do you get away with it?

Oh, sorry. Sorry, I almost forgot.

Your ma runs the place.

Well, not quite.

But... yeah, nearly.

Seriously, though.

Why be a police officer if you hate it so much?

And do you not care what people think of you, like?

Well, first of all, I'm not going to be

in response policing for very much longer.

Certainly not in this section.

And as for what people think of me,

why would I care about that?

Good to go.

- Make sure he gets home safe, yeah? - We will do. - Yeah. - Thank you, Doctor.

- Thanks. - All right, come on.

Home time.

What do you think?

Yeah, it's...

- ...it's amazing. - I thought you could move in here.

Spread your wings a wee bit.

Save me having to bring a tenant in.

What?

Me? In here?

You'd be paying rent, mind you.

But, yeah. Why not?

You can't live with your ma for ever, can you?

- Oh! - Can I help? - Sorry, I actually might be on the wrong street here.

Is this, er...? I'm actually just...

- I'm looking for... - Annie! - Hey! - Annie!

I am sorry.

Er, Cal, yeah, I was going to mention it earlier,

but you were, er... busy.

Annie is a colleague of mine.

She's going to stay for a few days until she finds

- a place of her own. - She didn't tell me you were this handsome.

Right, come on.

Oh, cheers, Grace.

- OK. - You're a life-saver. Maybe literally.

Yeah...

Right.

OK. Let's get some glasses.

Terrible drouth on me.

If you admit that you're brutally hungover...

...you can have this bacon bap...

...and this mug of coffee.

Yeah, all right. Yeah.

I admit it.

Sometimes you need good food.

Sometimes you need nasty food.

Oh, God, I need nasty food.

Oh, will you plug my phone in for me? It's almost dead.

- Your phone's not the only one. - Ha-ha.

What's that?

It's the CCTV footage we requisitioned last night.

It's from the petrol station where JP Senior works.

Who?

The dad. Of the lad that was shot in the knee.

Murray asked me to take a look at it.

Oh, Murray did, did he?

- What? - Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Oh, my God.

Three hours before the shooting.

It's not a slam dunk, but it's definitely something.

Is this the part where you get to say, "I told you so"?

We're on patrol in 15.

Everything all right?

Yeah, no, I'm fine. Yeah.

- Well, go on, then. - What?

Look under it.

I'll see you tonight, then.

Yep.

OK. Er... Cell 12, please. Thank you.

Come on, mate. Follow me.

All right, sexy?

Go on, get lost.

You have the right to remain sexy,

but I must caution you that...

I haven't seen one as green as that in a while.

They get more clueless every year.

He's got me thinking, though.

He was comparing the OOB calls

with serious crime reports.

There's a lot of overlaps.

- Like, too many. - Jesus, Gerry.

- I'm just saying. - Don't say it.

And don't think it.

Have you learned nothing in 27 years?

This is exactly the sort of thing that got you into trouble

in the first place.

Seriously, Gerry, leave it.

You just wait till I get you home.

Go on, piss off, you knobhead.

Listen, we're going to have to borrow her for an hour.

I've cleared it with Sergeant McNally.

Are you joking me?

She's the one who has the relationship with the witness.

So, what, I should just go and read the papers or something?

You can read?

Right, come on.

Let's go and get this over with.

I'll see you.

So if it's enough, use it to go after them.

Well, it might not be enough.

Look, it's strong circumstantial evidence,

and a jury will be swayed by it, but...

But with a statement from you,

JP, explaining that this was them setting up a time

for the shooting, then it would be legally compelling.

No.

No.

We've been through this.

No statements.

They'll have us fucking killed!

Look...

...if you indicate that you're even willing

to give a statement,

we can look into getting you some financial support,

to help you relocate somewhere safer?

Oh, aye?

Where?

I know where.

My sister Clodagh.

She lives down in County Mayo with her family.

They have a hotel there.

No.

Love...

No. No!

Shit, we don't even know if they'll have us!

They will. I've asked her.

You've asked her?!

Fuck!

Your son is lying up in that hospital, full of painkillers.

And why? Because we let it happen.

Us, JP.

We might as well have pulled the trigger.

And what's next, huh?

What about Lorcan and Ciaran? Are they next?

Give them what they want.

I'll start packing.

Siobhan...

Siobhan!

Did you forget something, Annie?

So, it looks like we might just be able

to prosecute a punishment...

...a paramilitary-style assault.

Miracles do happen.

Not today, they don't.

What happened?

Well, they aren't proceeding

in the case against Mo McIntyre and Gordy Mackle.

It's not in the public interest.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, but the family still have to move away, though.

They gave a statement. The security risk

is too high, and they have to move.

I've just made this family move away from everything they know,

take their kids, for what? Hmm? Hmm?

For nothing.

Oh, er, Jonty. Got a sec?

Gerry. What's happening?

Well, I was hoping you could tell me.

Go on.

It seems to me things are going

a bit crazy out there, you know. Crazier than usual.

I mean...

...there's more drugs, more ODs,

- more... shooters. - Mm.

And every time we want to go anywhere,

there's an OOB stopping us from getting there.

We arrested an Op Gulliver nominal the other week,

and he was sprung from the cell before he even got

a wee visit from C3.

That's highly unusual, wouldn't you say?

I just thought you could... maybe tell me what's going on.

Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

Is that right?

Yes, that is right... Constable Cliff.

Thanks for the chat, sir.

You know, I was standing on border checkpoints

while you were swotting for your eleven-plus.

Is that right?

Look where that got you.

Dick.

All right, Columbo.

All those OOB orders that you cross-referenced

with the exact times of emergency calls...

...do you still have them,

or did you delete them like I told you to?

Well, I...

Please tell me you still have them.

Last week, the week before, and the week before that.

It's like when a lot of serious crimes happen,

somebody doesn't want us anywhere near it.

I thought you said this was just looking for trouble.

I also told you that sometimes...

...trouble comes looking for you.

Go and get the kids.

I can't believe this.

Oh, you're joking me.

You going somewhere?

Oh, come on.

Oh, fuck.

What you did to my son is child abuse.

And some day, mark my words,

you'll get what's coming to you.

But you make sure you tell your daddy this.

If you ever come near my family again,

I will fucking kill you myself.

Get the...!

Siobhan...

Can't fight shadows, Grace.

You just can't.

Hiya.

Why didn't you pick up your phone?

- What? - Your friend from work

has been here for hours. I told her you were out,

but she insisted on waiting.

- Who? Annie? - No, not Annie.

The other one.