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You're a bit of a free spirit,
aren't you? I could tell that
by the way you were moving.

I'm gonna take such
good care of you.

- Would you like to move in with me?
- Yes.

You drew that?
- Yep, me last girlfriend.

- What's her name?
- Melissa.

- It's the most recent photograph
we have. It's just not like Melissa
to vanish without aword.

- Is he violent?
- He tried to strangle me
in his sleep.

- You wanna know what happened with
me and Melissa? I killed her
in Amsterdam.

I chopped her up, and
I put her in a canal!

- You have to go to the police.
- No. Put you in danger.
He went through my address book.

He knows where you live.
- What?

- We're the station's
domestic violence unit.

- Come on, Delia.
- Get off me.
Why won't you look at the pictures?

They― They prove he killed Melissa.
- They're just drawings, Delia.
They don't prove anything.

- Delia, it's Jane Barker.
- Oh my God, you OK? Delia!

- Turn around and put your hands
behind your back!

- I'm afraid it wasn't
the news we were hoping for.
Sweeney's been granted bail.

- He'll kill me. I know it.

- Delia, I wanna talk to you.

Get in the house.

Delia? We need to move.
Delia?

- Stay with us, love.
- Stay with us.

Nice and calm for us.

You're OK.

- I'm just gonna take this out.
- It'll be much easier in a second.

- Her heart stopped
in the ambulance.

They managed to resuscitate her
quick enough so there wasn't
any brain damage,

but she was six hours in theatre,
needed 19 units of blood.
- My God. Poor Delia.

- If it wasn't for the boy next door
with his baseball bat, who knows how
this would have turned out.

- Why wasn't there a watch
on Delia's place?

- When they called her at work
with the news about Sweeney's bail,

she hung up on them, so they
were a bit in the dark about
her whereabouts.

- They should have called me
and Tom. We'd have come
straight away if we'd known.

- You have, um, something
of a rapport with Delia, yes?

- A bit of one, maybe.
- I want you to be
her family liaison.

We need a statement from her.

Now, she's been taken off the
ventilator, so she should be
able to talk soon.

You up for that, Jane?

- Of course, sir.
- Good woman.

- Do we have any idea
where Sweeney is?

- Not yet, so we're not taking any
chances. The reception staff at
the hospital have his description,

there's a 24-hour armed guard
outside ICU,

and Delia's registered
under the name Elizabeth Drake.

- Visitor for you, Elizabeth.

She can understand you fine, but she
mustn't talk. She uses this alphabet
board to communicate.

- Right. Thanks.

Hello, Delia.

It's WPC Jane Barker.

You might not recognise me
without my uniform.

Well, you― you want this?

Where...

is...

he?

We don't know, but Serious Crime
are pulling out all the stops.

They've got your flat
under surveillance.

- The police have been to see
his parents in Skelmersdale
and his ex-wife's... He...

knows...

Sorry, Delia. You're going too fast.
Uh, Le― Leah? Leah?

Uh...

A― Address? He knows Leah's address?

What? Leah, your friend from work?
- Mm.

OK, I― I can get a message to the
team, and― and they can contact her.

- Just so you know, Leah won't
be able to visit. No one can
until we've arrested him.

I couldn't believe it when I heard
they'd granted Sweeney bail.

Fuck...

him.

And the horse he rode in on,
eh, Delia?

Um, Delia, we don't have any contact
details for your family in America.

- What? No, you―
you don't want us to contact them?

Fine old Christmas for you, this is.

I...

wish I...

was...

dead.

Don't say that.

- There we go.

- We moved you here
for your own safety.

A hospital porter at St Paul's
thought they saw someone suspicious
that matched Sweeney's description.

Uh, Serious Crime looked into it.
They think it was a false alarm.

- Should have let him up
to finish me off.

- Before I take your statement,
I've got a little Christmas
something to give you.

It's from Leah. She dropped it off
for you. Shall I open it?

- Well, I can't do it, can I?

- Aw.

Aw, that's lovely.

There's a card.

Here we go. 'Dear Delia, thinking
of you. I'll see you as soon
as the police say it's OK.'

- I'm ready to give
that statement now.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

OK.

- First he hit me with the handle
of the axe, right side of my head.
Bash.

Gave me a compound fracture
of the skull.

When I fell, I raised my arms to
defend myself, and he brought the
axe handle down on me again.Bash.

- Fractured the ulna bone in my left
arm, and he hit my right arm. Bash.

He tore two tendons in my arm,

and he got a knife with a long,
dirty blade and stuck it in my chest.

Oh, she didn't hold back, did she?
It's good work.

You look wiped out, Jane.
Take a couple of days off.
- I can't do that to her, sir.

- You've been with her every day.
Go home. At least see in the
new year with your family.

- Any news on Sweeney?

- No sign of him.

- Oh, no, I don't watch television.
- It's there
if you change your mind.

- When is Jane comin' in?
- Who?

- My family liaison officer.
- I don't know, sorry.

- Do you think if Mum and Dad knew
what happened, they'd wanna
come see me?

- You know Mom won't fly any more,
cos of her chair, and Dad would
never leave her on herown.

- Yeah.

Do you, uh...
you want me to come over?

I mean, work won't like it, but...

if you want me to, I'll ask.

- No, no, Stewart. You'd only get
anxious, and your passport's
probably expired.

- Yeah, you're probably right.
Take months to sort that out.

- Yeah.

Hop in the back.

This was sent
from Berlin last week.

- 'To Barstock Road Nick's finest,
Delia Balmer is an evil witch who
met with a nasty axe-ident.

'J Sweeney.' And it's
definitely his handwriting?

- Yep. Genuine postmark.
Interpol have been informed.

- Delia's had a bit of a haircut.

- Sorry I haven't been in, Delia.

My boss insisted I took
a couple of days off.

Delia, are you OK?

I've got some news about Sweeney.

He's out of the country, in Germany.

At least now it's safe for us to
start thinking about getting you
discharged.

- Here, Delia. Let me help.
- No.

- You are totally safe here, Delia.

Uh, we have a direct line
to the local police station.
There are grills on all windows.

And, also, there are these red cords
in every room, so one tug, whoever's
on duty will come running.

- That's good to know. Thank you.

- For people for mobility issues,
there are handles all over to
support and get you around,

you know,
and floor buttons if you fall over.

And if it's too warm for you,
the thermostat is just right here.

- I like it warm.
- I'm very sensitive to the cold.

- It's nice, isn't it, Delia?
Very homey.

What do you think?

- OK, follow me.

The kitchen and microwave
to make life easier.

Your bedroom.

- Is that Peruvian?

- It is. Well spotted.

- I've been to Peru. I've visited
most countries in South
and Central America.

- You are a traveller.

- That's right and a tourist.

Traveller.
- Well,
it doesn't seem much right now,

but when it's warmer,
the garden is full of flowers.

Um,...

I'll leave you to get settled, yeah?
Welcome to your new home, Delia.
It's great to have you here.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Thanks.

I'll just pop your toiletries
and your clothes in here, Delia, OK?

I'll be off, then.

I'm afraid I need to take back
my daughter's coat.

I'm sorry.

- I don't like us ending
on a sour note, Delia.

We got on all right before,
didn't we? Why won't you talk to me?
- Don't act like you care.

You only visited me in the hospital
because you were told to take
my statement

and because you felt guilty about
your damn lot not doing your job
properly and ruining my life.

- That's not fair, Delia.
- 'That's not fair, Delia.'
What about what happened to me?!

Was that fair?! You're as much to
blame for what happened to me
as he is,

but he couldn't help himself,
cos he's a psychopath. What's
your fucking excuse?!

Sir, I think me and Delia
have reached the end of the road.

- Did something happen?
- She, um,...

gave me a piece of her mind.
- Try not to take it too personally,
Jane.

Just so you know, I'm putting you up
for a commendation.

Um, thank you, sir.

- You all right, Jane? I hear you're
on Delia duty. What a bloody mess,
eh? How's she doing?

- She's doing shit. How do you think
she's bloody doing?

Delia, you've got a visitor.

- Janice says hi. She says there'll
always be a job for you
at C and Westminster.

- Oh,
I'm never going back to nursing.

Why should I care about other people
when nobody cares about me?
- I care. Aylin obviously cares.

Cheers.

- Cheers. Thanks for lunch.

Oh shit.
I'll get it.

- It's fine. I prefer olives anyway.

- Nice?
- Delicious.

- OK, lift your arm up.

Perfect.

It looks like an old crone's arm.

Delia?

Shh.

If you don't get out there
and start living your life,...

he's won.
I know you don't want that.

- He's already won. He killed me.
I'm dead.

- Dead people don't eat olives,
Delia, with a toothpick.

Come on, sweetheart.
- I don't wanna go.

I wanna stay and see
the flowers come out.

- Victim Support say that your new
flat overlooks a garden. You can
see the flowers come outthere.

Fuck him.

Fuck him...

and the horse he rode in on.

- There you are.
- Righto. Thanks.

- Thanks very much.

- Oh, Delia, this is great.

Loads of light.

Nice high ceilings.
- I'll never be able to heat it.
I'll freeze to death when it's cold.

- There's the garden.

We'll have to get rid of that thing.
- Why?

- Well, you can't sleep on
that after...

- Oh, no, I'm not some hysterical
female that gets freaked out by
such things. It's just bitsof wood.

- Me and Manuela are leaving London,
moving to Exeter.

- Uh-huh.

Is it cos of the creep
knowing your address?

I don't blame you, not after what
happened with your ex-boyfriend.
- I did get a bit paranoid.

I feel embarrassed saying that after
everything you've been through.

- Oh, no. Things affect different
people in different ways, that's all.

- So, where shall we start?

- So, what do you think?

- Yeah. Nice one.

- We'll go to the office to sort out
the paperwork. What was your name
again?

- It's Joe. Joe Johnson.

- Taxi. Taxi!

Shit.

- Where are you headed?

- Oh, why?
- Well, you look as if
you're having a bit of trouble.

I thought maybe if I'm heading
your way, I can give you a lift.

- Uh, Donside Grove.
- Oh yeah, that's just around
the corner from Enid. Come on.

- Can you vouch for him, Enid?
- He's lovely.

- Is that a Canadian accent
I can hear?

- Oh, very good.
Most people think I'm American.

- Oh, well, there you go, you see.
I'm not most people. I'm David.
- Delia.

Say hello to Delia, Enid.
- Hello, Delia.
- Hello, Enid.

Thank you.

- Oh, no, let me.
- Oh, thank you.

- Door-to-door service.
- I'm here.
- All right.

We're practically neighbours.
I'm just five minutes away on
Thornton Rise.

- OK, well, bye.

- Bye. Would you like to meet again?
For coffee.

Or a meal. I'm a good cook,
if I do say so myself.

- One white Russian.

- May I? Oh.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Oh, very nice.
- I'm glad you like it.

Let's take a seat.

Do... Oh.

- Oh.

- So, Delia...
- It's a very kind thing that you do,
helping old people.

Not very glamorous, though.

Believe it or not, in the '70s,
I was a chauffeur to the stars.

I― I worked for a company that
had a lot of celebrity clients.
I chauffeured Marc Bolan once.

- Mm-hm.

You could at least try to
sound impressed.

- I'm not sure I know who Marc Bolan
is. I don't have a stereo.
I don't have a TV.

- No?
- No.
- Ooh.

A TV I could maybe live without,
but not a stereo. I must have music.

So, what line of work are you in,
if you don't mind me asking?

- I'm a nurse. I'm not working
at the moment, so...

- Nursing?
Well, that's kindness in spades.

Right, well,
I should attend to our vittles.

Make yourself at home.

- Who are the two, uh,
teens in the photo?

- Oh, they're my kids. Well, I say
kids. They're all grown up now.
I'm divorced.

- You still see 'em?
- Not as much as I'd like to,

but, then, of course,
I couldn't not see them.

I never understand it when
a marriage breaks up and― and
the father stops seeing his kids.

I...

- Well, this is me.

- I really enjoyed tonight.
- Yeah, me too.

Thank you for the meal.
You're a very good cook.
- Oh.

- Oh.

I like that you're kind, David.

My last boyfriend attacked me with
an axe and a knife, and I ended up
in intensive care, so...

- You serious?
- Yeah, of course I'm serious.

I wouldn't joke about
something like that.
- Well, that's so dreadful, Delia.

What happened?
- Well, why don't you come inside,
and I can tell you all about it?

- Oh, is Teddy in?

- What flat's he in?
- Flat three.

- No, I'm from three.
- Seriously?
- Mm-hm.

- Sorry to bother you.
- Wait, listen, are you a Scouser?

- Yeah, I am. Yeah.
- Me too.

Born and bred. You look cold, right?
Do you wanna come in and have a cup
of tea?

- No, I'm all right.
- Come on. It's nice and warm.
I just put the kettle on.

- Just for a few minutes, then.
- So, what's your name?
- Paula.

Hello, I'm Paula. I'm Joe. Come in.
- Oh.

What's this?
- Read it.

- University of Westminster.
You doing a degree course?

Yeah, um, Health Studies
and Complementary Therapies.

They're gonna give me a grant,
so I'd have a bit of extra money.

And I just don't wanna
go back to nursing full-time,

and this― this way, I can do
acupuncture and massage and...

I mean, it's stupid.
Do you think I'm stupid? I...

What are you talking about?

Aren't I always saying you're
capable of so much more than
you think you are?

Oh, I'm― This is brilliant news.
- Oh.
- I'm so proud of you.

Every undergraduate needs a bicycle.

- Oh.

It's a lovely bike. Thank you, David.

Oh.

- There you go.
- What's this?

Madrid?
- It's the first place I lived
after my parents adopted me.

My father was posted there, and I've
always had a yearn to go back,

and, well, I can't think of
anyone I'd rather go with.

Oh, David.

- You're the positive to my negative.

- Armed police!
- Stay where you are! Don't move!

Do not move!

- Here we are.
- Thank you, thank you.

- Cheers, now.
- Oh, yeah. Oh.

- Cheers.
- Thank you.

- Oh, it's damn freezin'.

- What is it?

- 'Serious Crime Group West.

'My duty to inform you that
John Sweeney's been arrested.'
Well, that's good news, isn't it?

Isn't it?

- I'm DC Christine Webb, the family
liaison officer assigned
to the investigation.

Sweeney's on remand at HMP
Wandsworth. Um, he'd been living in
Finsbury Park under a falsename.

- How long has he been in
England for?

- Uh, we're not sure.
Maybe a couple of years.

- It took you two years to arrest him
after what he did to me?

- Well, actually, he wasn't arrested
for the assault on you.

- Oh.
- The officers involved
had no knowledge of that.

- Oh, what― what did
they arrest him for?

- Look, we think he might have
killed a woman. Her body was found
in Regent's Canal.

- Oh my God.
- I told police
that he killed Melissa,

but they took no notice of me,
then they let him get away
to kill another female.

- Delia.
- What is it you want?
What do you want? Why are you here?

- We have witnesses who can confirm
that the woman that, uh ―
her name is Paula Fields―

was an acquaintance of Sweeney's,
but we don't have any forensic proof
connecting him to hermurder,

and the lawyers are saying
we don't have enough to charge him.
- What has that got to do with me?

- We wanna build a case against him
for his attack on you in December
1994 ― attempted murder.

Now, if he pleads not guilty,
there'll be a trial, and you'll
be called to give evidence.

- No. No.

No. No, no. God, no.
You had him locked up.

I was safe, and then that magistrate,
he― he let him out so he could
kill me.

When my life was in danger,
the law didn't give a fuck about me.

And now you're arrested him, you―
you― you and your law people,
you come crawling back to me.

The same thing will happen,
because that judge― the judge
will let him out,

and then he will find me
and he will finish me off.

Absolutely, Chris.

No, no, no. No, no.
I get that. I'll tell her.

Not a problem. OK.

Any time. All right. You too.

Bye-bye. Bye.

- What did your girlfriend
have to say?
- Um,

she just wants you to know
that if you decide to testify...

- Which I won't.
- If...

Uh, once it's all over, they will
provide you with as much support
and therapy as―

as you feel you need.

What else did she say?

- Let's do this after, shall we?
Enjoy our food while it's hot.
- No. No.

- All right. She said, um,...

that she knows that you
were let down massively

and that the decision by the
magistrate to grant Sweeney bail
was a catastrophe.

- She only cares about putting
that creep behind bars cos
it'll help her career.

- No, no, no. I really, really don't
think that's the case, Delia.

Christine believes, in the long run,
this will be good for you.

- Christine believes? What the fuck
would she know about what I need?

She's using you. You're such
a soft touch. So eager to please.

'Absolutely, Chris.
No problem, Chris.'

Pathetic.

Delia, uh,...

look...

Look, you're alive, all right?

You survived. Can't you find it
in your heart to― to...?
- Think of Paula?

Think of Melissa.

Think of the families.

Everyone cares about the dead ones.

Maybe I should have died, and then
the police would give a fuck about
me.

- OK, look, forget― forget the dead
ones. Think about a― a woman ―
sorry, female ― alive,

out there someone. Someone like you
were once ― you know, vulnerable,
lonely.

Think about what might happen to her
if― if Sweeney's let loose.
- Why should I care?!

Nobody cared about me!

- Well, help me to understand, then!

After all that monster
did to you,...

why don't you want to be part of
something that will put him away?

Look...

Sweetheart, please.

What's the worst that can happen
if you testify?

What are you afraid of?

- It's cold.

What are you doing, David?

David.

- Delia, come...

- I'll do the damn trial.

Let go deeply held anger
and resentment.

For anxiety and tension.

And for the release...

of repression.

- Stick to what's in your statement.
That's the stuff we want the jury to
hear.

You mustn't talk about Melissa.
She's not relevant to this case,

and don't succumb to temptation
to throw bile at Sweeney.

Delia?

Delia? You OK?

You've been called, Delia.

It's time to go in.

Want me to take that?

- All right, Delia?
- Don't you talk to me,
you fucking creep.

- Would you prefer to take the oath
on the Bible or make a secular
affirmation?

- I don't believe in God.

I solemnly declare and affirm this
is my broken arm, this is my
fractured skull,

- this is my lost fingertip and...
- Miss Balmer.

- ...this is the scar
made by the knife...
- Miss Balmer.

- ...that pierced through my
right breast and right lung.
- Miss Balmer!

Please cover yourself.

These proceedings must be conducted
in an orderly manner.

Please read the affirmation
as it appears on the sheet.

I do solemnly
and sincerely declare

and affirm that the evidence I
shall give shall be the truth,

the whole and nothing but the truth.
- You may sit down, Miss Balmer.

- Yeah, well, I don't wanna sit down.
- Miss Balmer,
please control yourself.

This is a court of law,
not your personal stage.
- Yeah, the law is a load of shit.

Hey, the law is a load
of fucking shit!

Miss Balmer!

- Sod off.
- The victim―?
- No, sod off.

- I want a real drink. God.

- Delia, listen to me. My job is to
get you to give evidence in court.

This is all going to shit
cos of what you just did in there.

Now, the judge has given me
until 2 o'clock to calm you down.

- I told you
I didn't want to do this.

- You know we could have
compelled you to testify.

We could have literally arrested you
and brought you to court
in handcuffs.

Christ, I'm― I'm sorry. I've never
spoken to any victim the way I'm
speaking to you now.

Delia, if you carry on like this,

you'll destroy this case, and
Sweeney will be back on the street.

Is that really what you want?

He's laughing at you, Delia.

- # All my flowers...

# rest in water.

# Won't you take them away?

# Won't you take them away?

# Won't you take me away? #

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