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Before I met you, I
was a civilised woman.

Civilised.

Now, I don't even know what that means.

Food, shelter, sex,

once those needs are covered,
we can pretend we're in control.

That the lives we build keep us human.

But, really, we're all just animals.

You know how I know that?

Fear.

[SCREECHING, SHE GASPS]

Fear for your life.

Once you've felt that,

everything else,

all this so-called civilisation...

...it's a dream.

You've taught me that, my love.

Would the defendant please stand?

'Fear makes animals of us all.'

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
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[BELL CHIMES]

In terms of our research,
we're pushing at frontiers

and there are bound to be anxieties
around that. I do understand.

But, to be frank, most of those
anxieties are completely unfounded.

MAN: So everything we're
hearing about Frankenfoods...?

They're still foods and how
they're processed and regulated,

that's crucial, obviously.

But that's a question for
Government or business, not science.

Listen, the more we learn about DNA,

the more avenues there
are for gene therapy,

which could lead to the eradication

of genetically-based illness

and that has to be a
tremendous positive.

But you can reassure us, professor,

no ten-foot mice on the cards,

or triangular cows?

The work we're doing is never
going to result in corn with udders.

[LAUGHTER]

Hi, it's me. Just to say they're
done with me, so you don't need

to be home in time for
the Tesco delivery...

Um, that's it.

Oh, and I'll cook, by the way. See ya.

We won't be seeing you
this afternoon, then,

Professor Carmichael?

No. David moved up the
technology questions

- so that I'd be finished by lunchtime.
- Oh.

Efficiency in the civil service,

there's a novelty. [SHE LAUGHS]

- Hi.
- Anything else?

Uh, no, that's it, thank you.

You were very articulate
in there, professor.

Thanks.

The first time I've ever
understood what a genome is.

Oh, good! Um, well, I do...
I do a lot of lecturing,

but it's not professor, actually.

Ah.

- That's more American, is it?
- Exactly, yes.

I get that because of
the mad scientist thing.

You know, Nutty Professor.

Right, well, I can see,
obviously, you're deranged.

[SHE LAUGHS]

So have you appeared in front

of the Select Committee before?

A couple of times, actually, yes.

Governments get really
het up about genetics,

whichever lot are in, you
know, modification, cloning.

Do you get nervous, speaking in
front of a group of people like that?

I only say that because
you didn't seem it at all.

- Didn't I?
- No, not at all.

- Um...
- Thanks, Nick.

No, I suppose I don't, really.

Well, not in front of MPs anyway.

[THEY LAUGH]

I think I know more
about it than they do.

Right. Yeah, well,

you know, that's a relief
cos I'd be worried to think

that MPs set themselves
up as experts on anything.

Are you allowed to say that in here?

Oh, off the record you are, yeah. Yeah.

Well, all right.

- That's me.
- Oh...

...have you seen the Chapel in the Crypt?

No.

Wait one second.

[PHONE ALERT CHIMES]

Sorted.

Just remind me to give those
back to Martha afterwards

cos my life will not be worth
living, even if you are a VIP.

So are you OK for time?

- Uh, yeah, sure.
- Sure?

This way.

It's strictly by-appointment
and Members can use it.

They have christenings. You
can even get married here.

[HEAVY DOOR OPENS]

Wow.

It's a Royal Peculiar.

It means it's under the monarch's
control via the Lord Chamberlain

and that's Great Lord
Chamberlain to you.

[SHE LAUGHS]

Apparently, Oliver Cromwell
stabled his horses here.

I don't know if that's true.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's obviously not top
of the cleaning rota.

Oh, thank you.

This isn't the best bit.

Come here. Come on.

You've come this far.

You're going to have to go first
because it's a bit tight in there.

It used to be a broom cupboard.

What am I looking for?

It's on the back of the
door. Can you see it?

[LOCK CLICKS]

The suffragette, you know?

Yeah. Um, I know who she is. Derby Day.

Yeah. She slipped in here on the night

of the census of 1911, I think it was.

It was before she, you know,
jumped in front of the horse,

obviously caused a lot of trouble.

"In this broom cupboard
Emily Wilding Davison

"hid herself illegally

"during the night of the 1911 census.

"In this way she was
able to record her address

"on the night of the census as being...

"the House of Commons."

I knew you'd be interested.

OK?

[SHE MOANS]

[BELT BUCKLE RATTLES]

[SHE BREATHES HEAVILY]

[BUCKLE RATTLES]

[HE BREATHES HEAVILY]

[SHE MOANS]

[RATTLING]

[THEY PANT]

[THEY PANT AND MOAN]

[BUCKET CONTINUES TO RATTLE]

[HE MOANS]

[HE MOANS LOUDLY]

[THEY PANT]

I've never done anything
like that before.

Then lucky me.

[BELL CHIMES IN DISTANCE]

[SHE EXHALES]

[GLASS CLINKS]

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

MAN: Hey.

Hi.

[HE SIGHS]

- Oh, sorry, I forgot to get back...
- It's OK, it's OK.

The girl at the counter
said the own-brand stuff

is exactly the same, unsurprisingly.

- You still suffering?
- [HE GROANS]

The chilli might help.

Yeah, if I can taste it.

[HE SUPS]

Mm, not bad.

- Did you get a chance to talk to Rosa?
- How did it go?

- The Standing Committee?
- Oh.

Select Committee. Um, fine, yeah.

Rosa wasn't in today.

Shall I set the table?

I've done it.

So, according to Martin,

it's a thing now, so no going back.

- Every birthday?
- Mm.

As if secret sodding Santa
wasn't bad enough.

It's good, love. Tasty.

[HE SNORES]

[SNORING CONTINUES]

[HE GRUMBLES]

_

_

'...but the only person I
can talk to about you is you.

'What we did today is without doubt...

_

'I know nothing about you.

_

'Sex with you is like
being eaten by a wolf.

'Will you even give me a second thought,

or is this just something you do?'

[CROSSING SIGNAL BEEPS]

FYI, all the candidates
and the specs we put up.

Saves you printing out the e-mails.

You're a star. Thank you.

Um, Liz, about Kat's maternity cover...

I'm really sorry, I just can't face it.

The thought of doing that commute
again every day makes me

want to bang my head against a wall.

Even for six months?

- It's really why I went part-time.
- It's OK.

Kat practically told us at
the moment of conception.

We'll find someone.

Um, it's black silk

with a red and orange pattern in it.

And when was it you were in, madam?

Tuesday.

Tuesday. One moment, please.

Sorry, madam. No scarves at all.

Oh, well, it was worth a try.

- Indeed.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

[HE LAUGHS]

So...

are you sure that you
weren't just hanging out here

on the off-chance that
we'd bump into each other?

Naturally.

No, I... I work at
the Beaufort Institute.

- Oh, classy.
- You've heard of it?

Well, yeah, of course.

It crops up in the news
all the time, doesn't it?

Whenever there's something
about genes or genomes or DNA,

which, thanks to you, I now
know aren't all the same thing.

[PHONE ALERT BEEPS]

Sorry.

What is it you do exactly?

Well, you know, it's civil service.

All very boring.

You don't look like a civil servant.

You don't look like a scientist.

You're married.

So am I.

Shall we just skip all that?

I assume neither of us is
looking for a parachute.

No.

Absolutely not.

Great.

I would love it if my daughter
wanted to be a scientist,

it's just that, at the moment, that
would depend on lab coats coming

in totally artificial fibre, being
really shiny, and preferably pink.

[SHE LAUGHS]

Carrie, my daughter, was
always completely set on it.

Tunnel vision like me, I suppose.

[SHE GIGGLES]

My niece is doing triple science

at A level. Maybe you
could give her a pep talk?

Um...

isn't this all a bit...

back to front, maybe, don't you think?

Shoot first, ask questions later.

[SHE LAUGHS]

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES FAINTLY]

Yvonne!

Come on, drink.

So how's Gary?

Me first. How are things
with you and Chris?

Oh...

"Oh"?

It's nothing to worry about.

It's... just... you know,

he's stopped making
as much of an effort,

we're not tearing each
other's clothes off anymore.

That's not sounding good, Suze.

It's fine.

It's very... civilised.

Anyway, I thought you'd be pleased...

Captain Sensible.

Oh, God, is that what I am?

Always.

[SHE SIGHS]

Is everything OK?

How is Gary?

Yeah, he's fine. Um...

sends his love.

- You know, it's not that girl, is it?
- Rosa?

I told him to talk to the dean
to make sure it was official.

I know it's all in her head,

but you need backup these days.

You're sure it was, then?

No, it's just Gary's
still an attractive man.

I know you two are rock solid...

Hey, always his greatest fan.

No, I think we're out
of the woods on that one.

20 years ago, maybe.

The students were queueing up,
he used to get so embarrassed.

"Still attractive".

Do you think that's
what they say about us?

What is going on with you?

You're very twitchy.

Must be my age.

Why was that...? Why's that funny?

It's like, what age are you, 100?

Let's change the subject
now. I'm getting you drunk.

Oh... go for it.

Hi, erm,

I think...

Let's not.

I mean, it was really, really...

...what it was, but too
many people can get hurt.

Oh, God, the cliches, but it's true.

So...

that's it.

Yeah.

Take care.

[DISTURBANCE OUTSIDE]

- [GLASS BREAKING]
- No!

Ah, fuck!

Shit!

Bloody hell!

Has she cut herself?

It's Rosa.

What?!

- Sorry.
- Come on, Rosa.

What the hell are you doing?

Careful, careful!

No! Leave the bloody bottles!

Oh, God.

Sorry, I'm... I'm a bit... bit pissed.

- Clearly.
- I just...

My friend, Mel, she
lives just down the road.

She was having a crisis, a
thing, and I just thought...

You know, it's the...

it's your road.

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.
- Sorry.

Oh, Jeez! What have
you done to yourself?

Keep it up, keep it up. Come on.

There we are.

Straight through.

I think she needs stitches.

Thank you.

I'll get it looked at.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

Mind your head.

[CAR DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS]

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

Hello, come in!

Mum!

All right?

- How are you doing?
- I'm good. How are you?

These are lovely, Carrie, thank you.

Poor Dad! Does he ever
have to work on a Saturday?

He won't be much longer.

I think it was just some papers
that he forgot to bring back.

Can I borrow these?

Yeah, sure.

Yes, please. Thanks.

Carrie, love, do you want some?

Or there's white in the
fridge if you'd prefer?

Oh, no thanks.

Have you spoken to Adam at all?

Mm-mm.

Not recently, though Dad's been
in touch on Facebook though.

Hey!

Here he is!

Bloody hell, A&E!

I'm not doing that again in a hurry.

- A&E? What's wrong?
- Hey!

Didn't Mum say?

Hi, Sathnam.

This research assistant turned up
on our doorstep in the middle of

the night and managed to cut
herself on a broken bottle.

Mum said you were at the office.

Well, what was she doing pitching
up here in the middle of the night?

God knows! She was pissed, I think.

Did she need stitches?

A couple. All fine.

Nobody died!

Look at this! Smashing.

Smells good as well, love.

Let's get some of it through
to the table, shall we?

- So, news.
- Hmm?

Is it the Aberystwyth job?

I'm pregnant.

Oh, my God... pregnant. Pregnant!

I know, it's mad!

I should have told you when I came in.

That's wonderful, well done.

Oh, Mum!

I'm five years older than
you were when you had me.

Yeah, and I've never
pretended that that was ideal.

Yes, you did! You said it was great.

"Got it all out of the way and
was back on the career ladder

before the rest of them were even
thinking of popping out a sprog."

I'm just saying that your
work is going so well.

And it'll go just as well when
I'm back from maternity leave.

Honestly, Mum, the
department's fine about it.

What if you don't want to go back?

Of course I'll want to. You did.

You know, it took me eight
years to finish my PhD.

And your dad did it in three.

And your Nana practically
sang the Hallelujah Chorus

every time he changed a nappy.

She still calls women
who work "career girls".

Yeah. Don't forget "lady doctors".

Well, Nana...

...the world's moved on a bit, hasn't it?

Yeah. Thank God.

Go to the cinema, do all the
things you won't be able to do

in nine months.

- Oh, don't tell him that!
- Love you.

Or ever again! I love you, too.

Thanks for everything.

Keep them as long as you like.

Love you, guys. Thanks for lunch.

Drive safely.

Bloody hell.

Granny and Grandad.

If you're sleeping with her,
you can tell me, you know.

I mean, she seems very vulnerable...

I'm not.

Von.

OK.

There was a possibility of that...

...but I shut it down.

I think that's why she's so upset.

"Possibility".

That day when we got the
grant, back in the summer...

...we were all celebrating...

- ...pissed...
- You said it was all in her head.

Well... largely.

So, what? You snogged her
or was it more than that...?

I'm not going to give you chapter
and verse. We're not bloody teenagers!

Nothing happened.

That's all you need to know.

Shit.

Thank you.

How's the wonderful world
of protein sequencing?

You got it right.

Of course I did.

So, what... what made you
change your mind, then?

About seeing me again?

I suppose you're irresistible.

[HE LAUGHS]

Clearly.

There's something else going
on with you though, isn't there?

[KNOCKING THEN OPENING OF DOOR]

'Tell me something about your work.'

Something surprising
that everybody gets wrong.

Umm...

That we know what we're doing?

Seriously.

There's this image of
science, the clinical thing,

that we're efficient and we
know everything, but, actually,

all we can ever do is hazily
grasp but a fraction of what it is

we're trying to pin down...

like the genome.

Your typical haploid human genome...

Sorry, haploid, what's that again?

Your basic genome.

It has three billion DNA base pairs...

...of which less than
2% code for proteins.

So, the rest of the DNA, 98%,

we don't really know
what it's there for.

Could be useful or could
be just biochemical rubbish.

And what I do? I'm just
scrabbling about in the dirt,

trying to look for the good stuff.

"We'll never conquer space."

It's an Arthur C Clarke thing.

Well, basically, when everyone
was getting all excited over the

moon landings, he said, "Don't
worry, whatever we discover,

"the universe is far too big and too
random for us ever to know it properly."

"We'll never conquer space."

'Life's mysterious,

which is a good thing.'

Isn't it?

What are we doing?

You're beautiful.

Oh, no. You, you were
carrying that, actually.

Well, no, I mean, if
someone happened to see us

coming downstairs together,
they might wonder why

you're dressed differently coming out.

'Am I in over my head with you?'

Remind me what it is you do again?

I told you, didn't I?

Crown Estate.

Oiling the wheels.

'Who are you?

'I couldn't say.

'Although I have noticed

secrets are the air you breathe.'

'I've got you a present.'

You didn't go for the cheapest option.

Well, why would you have
a cheap phone in your bag?

'It just sort of shouts
"affair", doesn't it?'

'It's a pay-as-you-go.

'Obviously, you don't link
it to your e-mail account.

'Oh, and don't top it up at
the same place twice, right,

cos it's important not
to establish a pattern,

which is kind of the exact
opposite of what you do.

If we're going to do this,

then at least we can make
sure no-one gets hurt.'

You look well.

- Do I?
- Mmm.

Thanks.

Here you go.

Oh, I'm fine, George, thanks.

Thought you'd both be latte girls.

Am I right?

Well, that was the button I pressed.

It probably all tastes the same.

Sorry, Yvonne. I know
you like posh coffee.

Oh, as long as it's caffeine.

I like to pretend I'm
classy, but I'm really easy.

[HE LAUGHS]

So, I'm here to talk to you about
why genome editing should have

- transformed the way we treat cancer.
- [LOUD BEEP]

What is genome editing?

I don't think I need to explain
that to this room, but if you'll

- _
- bear with me for one moment.

DNA.

Inserted, replaced, deleted.

Anyway Liz slices it, these
things are always a slog.

You getting the Tube?

Er, no, I've got things to do.

Oh, I'll see you tomorrow then...

When fates are decided.

- Yeah. Bye, George.
- See ya.

I've been stalking you.

RMU,

the PhD with merchant
supervising, the Beaufort...

It's my dream career.

Well, we enjoyed hearing
your presentation.

Hang on. Dr Carmichael,

whatever the outcome, and
I do totally respect that.

I'd... I'd really appreciate
the opportunity

to talk with you about your research.

I'm very discreet.

Were you tempted?

Would I be telling you if I was?

Tin.

Recycling.

He made my skin crawl, actually.

Confident little creep.

Lots of, you know,
primate crotch display.

Well, you're the one
with all the power, love,

that's probably what it was about.

You can screw him over, so he
thought he'd do the same with you.

You know, redress the balance.

Well, he's not getting the job.

His presentation was
extremely pedestrian.

Oh, you see? You won.

Adam came by today.

- Adam?
- Yeah, around lunchtime.

I was lucky not to miss him.

Well, why didn't you say?

It was a flying visit.

He's down for a friend's gig, he
said. Picked up a piece of kit.

A loop pedal or...

I've probably got that wrong.

- Well, how was he?
- Fine.

Did he look well?

Ish.

He's looked worse. Love, he was fine.

You know what he's like.

He stayed for a cup of tea and
the contents of the biscuit tin.

Did he say how long he
was going to be around?

Just for the gig, I think, then
he's back off up to Manchester.

He sends his love.

Said to give you a big kiss.

'Has anyone seen you using the phone?'

Well, no-one I know, obviously.

'What will you tell your
husband, if he finds it,

if he goes through your bag?'

He won't.

We're not like that.
He's not the jealous type.

It's important to imagine
the worst-case scenario.

'Well, I'll say that it
belongs to Liz from work'

and that she left it at a meeting
and I've been carrying it around,

intending to give it back.

- Ooh, you're good.
- 'I know.'

It's worrying, isn't it?

'It is a bit.'

But he won't ask or notice.

Tell me something that
winds you up about him.

What?

'Your husband. Something that
really gets on your nerves.'

No.

'Go on.'

No! I'm not doing that.

No parachutes, do you remember?

I'm going.

[DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS]

[TEXT ALERT]

_

Hey.

Oh, hi.

'I can't plead biology.

Sex may be an animal pleasure,

but adultery, I'm
discovering, is a human one.'

"Is life a boon?

If so, it must befall that death,

whene'er he call,

must call too soon."

'It's not exactly win-win, is it?'

Life is a boon and then you die.

Or life isn't a boon,

it's just shit, and then you die.

'What do you reckon?'

'Me?

I reckon life's a boon.'

It's all right, it's all
right. Risk assessment.

Camera...

Facing the wrong way.

Excuse me, have you got a light?

I didn't know you smoked.

I don't.

It's handy sometimes.

[WOMEN LAUGH]

Er, I'm sorry. I miscalculated.

Bit near rush hour.

It's really a thing with
you, isn't it, public places?

Well, you know me well
enough by now. It's...

I can't help it. It
turns me on, it just does.

It's probably...

It's probably genetic.

Christ, do you really
think that means something?

That that absolves you of all
responsibility, just hard-wiring?

But...

Well...

OK, probably that was a
bad choice of words, but...

I'm sorry, this is ridiculous.

At our age. What kind of stupid
game are we playing, anyway?

Hey! What?

Wait, wait, wait.

I thought... I thought...
I thought you did, too.

No.

It's you, actually.

You turn me on.

It's all right. I know the deal.

I might be stupid, but I'm
not blind. Those girls earlier,

I'm sure you'd rather be screwing
them, preferably outside,

but you've got to settle for
what's on offer.

Oh, my God!

- Well, look at me!
- What? What?

You're gorgeous!

I'm middle-aged and my body looks...

I look like a bloody jelly baby!

Yvonne!

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Hello?

[CALLER HANGS UP]

- Adam?
- No. It's no-one.

'Gary's friend, Michael, he
started base jumping in his forties,

flinging himself off cliffs.

At least you don't do that.

You just ask other people to.'

Von, I'm taking the
charger from the kitchen.

That's mine.

You look nice.

Yeah, it's Jonathon's leaving do.

I'll be making your apologies.

Oh, course. That's tonight, is it?

They'll have a charger at the hotel.

Och, I told them not to
bother with the hotel,

I'm... I'm kipping at Andy's.

Uh, right, OK.

Well, have a nice
night. Love to Jonathon.

See you Friday.

I...

Thank you very much.

Cheers.

Thanks.

I-I was just...

I was just imagining
something shorter, that's all.

Well, the rules are tits or legs,

but you can't have both.

Take your knickers off.

Who says I'm wearing any?

[SHE LAUGHS]

Oh, God, I love men.

Of course I am. A dress like this?

So... take...

Take them off now, then.

Come on. I mean, there's got
to be something in it for me,

you're going to this party.

We could have had a night in a hotel.

Gary's away.

I know, you can't.

I love hotels.

Gary hates them.

I'm sorry.

Don't.

So?

[HE GRUNTS]

I'll take mine... I'll take
mine off, too, if you like.

All right. But you have to put
them back on over your trousers.

Jesus Christ.

[SHE SIGHS]

Don't talk to any strange men.

Well, it's a science faculty,

so it's going to be
wall-to-wall strange men...

...and there'll be masses of drink.

OK.

So text me later.

Even if you're pissed. [HE LAUGHS]

Especially if you're pissed.

Risk assessment.

[THEY SNIGGER]

[THEY LAUGH]

- Hey...
- It's fine.

How do you know?

Intuition.

By which I mean, of course,
a combination of observation...

...knowledge and experience...

...otherwise known as...

gambler's edge.

Oh, good God.

- [HE MOANS]
- I can't.

- Oh, yeah, you can.
- I-I really can't.

No, you can. You really can.

[SHE PANTS]

[BELT BUCKLE RATTLES]

[THEY PANT]

[HE MOANS]

_

Hey.

Where's the apple tree?

Long gone.

What time is it?

- It's ten past nine. Shit.
- Go. Go, go on.

Text me, OK? Send me a picture.

- Hey!
- What?

It's a dummy camera.

How do you know?

It's not hooked up to anything.

They just put them up as a
deterrent, that's all. Seriously.

It's easy to tell the difference
if you know what to look for.

Have fun.

Oh, my God.

I'm fucking a spook.

[BOMBASTIC MUSIC PLAYS]

- Great. Thank you.
- God, you look gorgeous.

- Thank you.
- Hiya.

George, how are you?

- Good. Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Proper champagne.
- Mm.

Is Jonathon really paying
for all this himself?

Well, maybe he got one of the patrons

to put their hand in their
pocket. Peller or someone.

- Doesn't that count as a bribe?
- Well, not if he's retiring.

- Jonathon.
- Hey, George, hello!

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you, too.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you so much.

Nice to see you. How are you?

It's exactly like Gary to miss a party.

Well, anyway, he's in Sunderland.

Isn't Sunderland where
they have that...?

Yep. Amazing mouse lab.
Gary raves about it.

Do send him my love, won't you?

- Haven't seen him for yonks.
- Mm.

You're fucking a spook.

[DOOR OPENS]

[WOMEN GIGGLE]

[PHONE ALERT BEEPS]

_

_

Signs are...

they're about to run out.

Better make hay while the sun shines.

Absolutely.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

[PHONE ALERT BEEPS]

_

[BOTTLE HITS GROUND]

[THEY CHATTER AND LAUGH]

I've got it.

Oh, dear

I'll look after it.

_

Oh, I'm for my bed.

Total lightweight these days.

Yeah, me, too.

- Sleep well, babe.
- You, too.

- See you on Monday.
- Monday!

[PHONE ALERT CHIMES]

_

Do you fancy splitting a cab?

Oh, that's a great idea.

You live west, don't you?

I do, I do, I do.

I just left my stuff in my
office. Won't take me a sec.

- C'mon, c'mon.
- OK.

OK.

Do you know what really
winds me up about Gary?

His haircut. I hate his haircut.

He's had the same haircut for 30 years

and I hated it 30 years ago.

Oh, dearie me.

Oh, God, did I say that
out loud? I'm really sorry.

It is definitely,
definitely time for bed.

Oh, come on, George, don't be silly.

No, no... No, no, no...

Does your husband know
you're fucking someone else?

What?

Does he?

- No, get off.
- Shush, shush, shush.

Get off me!

[HE ROARS]

Come on!

RASPS: Listen to me.

Now, you move,

even a tiny bit,

and I'll hit you again.

Do you understand me? Do you?

Yeah?

Good girl. Fucking good girl.

[HE BELLOWS]

[HE GRUNTS]

[SHE WHIMPERS]

Please!

'Fear...

that's what makes animals of us all.'

Before I met you...

...I was civilised.

Civilised.

So help me God.

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