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-John: I'm John. -Delia: Delia.

You're a bit of a free spirit, aren't yer?

I could tell that by the way you were moving.

You care too much what people think.

Ahh! [ Laughs ]

There'll be plenty of time to be a boring conformist later.

Would you like to move in with me?

Does he or does he not make you happy?

He makes me feel less alone.

-Delia: You drew that? -John: Yep.

From my last girlfriend.

What's her name?

Melissa.

It's the most recent photograph we have.

It's just not like Melissa to vanish without a word.

Come and dance with me, John.

Sit down, everyone's looking at yer.

Delia: I woke up and you were strangling me.

You were asleep and you were saying stuff.

Why what was I saying?

[ Speaking native language ]

I mean he was violent once -- John.

-Change the locks on him. -I want you to move out.

Has that dyke been putting ideas into your head?

I killed her in Amsterdam.

I chopped her up and I put her in a canal.

[ Delia screams ]

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[ Telephone ringing ]

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-John: Hello? -Leah: Is that John?

John: Uh, yeah, this is John, who's this?

Leah: It's Leah.

We met that time at Janice's party.

Alright, Leah.

Delia's not in.

Oh. She's meant to be at work.

John: She's had, um... a family emergency.

Her nan's sick.

Leah: I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you have a number for where she is?

No. No. No, I don't, no.

You know what, John, I don't believe you.

If I don't hear from Delia soon, I'm calling the police.

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She said she's gonna phone the police,

if she doesn't hear from you soon,

why would she say that, what have you said to her?

Nothing. Nothing, I haven't said anything.

Then why would she say she's phoning the police?!

I don't know.

Oh, fuck. I feel sick.

What am I gonna do?

I can't cope with the police!

I can -- I could talk to her. Uh, tell her I'm okay.

No because you'll say what's gone on.

No, I won't. I won't!

[ Groans ]

Look what I said about Melissa, I was just joking, you know?

-I was just trying to scare you. -[ Laughs nervously ] I know...

[ Breathing heavily ]

Okay. Okay.

[ Gasps ]

John: It's all right. It's okay.

[ Cries ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

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That's real.

Any funny business, and I'll kill you.

And Leah, too. I know where she lives.

I've looked in your address book.

[ Rotary phone dials ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

ENT, Outpatients Reception.

Oh, Leah. It's... Delia.

-Where are you? Are you okay?

Yeah. I've been sick as a dog.

I've had food poisoning. -Leah: Food poisoning?

John said your nan was sick.

-A family emergency. -No. No. He's just being silly.

My Nanna died years ago.

Is John there now?

No. He's out.

Delia, is he listening?

No.

I'm gonna be sick again,

I-I-I gotta go.

I'll call you tomorrow.

[ Hangs up telephone ]

[ Water dripping ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

You need help, John.

You need to talk to somebody who knows about these things.

We could go up to A&E right now.

There's always a duty psychiatrist on call.

Maybe tomorrow.

We need to take all this to the launderette.

Why you being a tricky bitch?

John, you're changing again.

[ Sighs ]

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Look, why don't we...

Why don't we go to Hampstead tonight,

when the suns gone down and we can throw it in the Ponds.

Whoa, no, hey what'd be the point of that?

Why? If you wanna get rid of it,

why, why don't you just sell it

and get some money for it, yeah?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

I'm just not fucking thinking clearly.

And do you know what, I need to go back to work, John.

Because I -- we can't afford for me not to work.

You'll tell Leah what's happened.

-You'll say what I said about Melissa. -No, I won't.

Why would I do that? Because I care about you.

And I don't wanna get you into trouble.

If you care about me then why did you say

that you wanted me to leave?

I was upset!

Because you treat my home like a hotel.

You are my boyfriend,

and yet you never seem to hardly wanna spend any time here.

So, you don't want me to leave?

No.

I can't bear the thought of you sleeping with anyone else.

I don't want to sleep with anybody else.

-Do you love me? -Yes.

What I said about Melissa,

that was -- that was bollocks,

-that was bollocks. -I know.

-I know. -You know me, don't you?

-Yeah. -You know me.

-I need to do... -No, no, no, no.

Oh, God, no. I'm just so sore and the mattress

-is filthy. -We can do it on the floor.

like we used to.

[ Delia whimpers ]

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[ Bicycle peddles clicking ]

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Leah: He threatened you with a gun.

You have to go to the police.

No, what if they don't do anything and John finds out.

You don't think these injuries are enough

for them to take you seriously?

He said he killed Melissa. His last girlfriend.

"The American model."

He said he killed her in Amsterdam,

then he chopped her up and then he

chucked her body in to the canal.

What?!

He said he was saying it just to scare me,

but I know he was telling the truth.

You can't go back to your flat.

You can stay at mine until we figure out what to do.

No. Put you in danger. He went through my address book.

He knows where you live.

He said if I told you anything then...

well then he'd kill you too.

When I was going through that shit with Patrick, um...

this lot were really good.

They'll find a place for you to stay.

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Okay.

I've found a bed and breakfast for you in King's Cross.

King's Cross? I'm not going to King's Cross.

It's full of drug dealers and prostitutes.

Well, it's all that's available, I'm afraid.

Look, I'm going to phone the Domestic Violence Unit

at Barstock Road Police Station...

No! I said, I don't want the police involved.

If he finds out I've been to the police, he'll kill me.

That's not going to happen.

If your boyfriend's still at your flat,

they'll arrest him and you'll be safe.

[ Indistinct chatter, telephone ringing ]

Delia: I didn't wanna come here.

Well, you did the right thing, Delia.

-It was very brave of you. -No, it was not.

I didn't have a choice.

We're ready for you, Delia.

Is it okay if I call you "Delia"?

It's my name.

Okay.

I'm Detective Sergeant Andy Collins.

This is my colleague Detective Constable Patrick Flynn.

We're from the station's Domestic Violence Unit.

I understand you want to report an assault by your boyfriend.

I don't want to, I feel I have to now.

Well, uh, in your own time,

tell us what happened.

Well, where do you want me to start?

What is your boyfriend's name?

He's not my boyfriend anymore. John Sweeney.

He -- He --

He had me tied hands and feet

to that damn bed he made

from Friday evening

to Tuesday morning.

My arms spread out, my legs spread out.

When he wanted to have sex with me, he untied my feet.

He had sex with me repeatedly.

When I screamed out,

he threatened me with a kitchen knife.

He said he'd cut out my tongue out.

I tried to get free,

but the ropes just got tighter and tighter.

I think he tied them with a special knot.

He wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom,

when I needed to go he put the orange bowl

I use for cleaning the floor underneath me,

and I had to go way,

which was very difficult and very unsanitary.

One night, I wanted to go

but I was too scared to wake him up

and so I went on the mattress.

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It's not very easy to talk about these things,

in front of strangers.

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DS Collins: Would you like to take a break now, Delia?

Delia: No. I just want this over with. Are you finished?

Just, uh, bear with us just a bit longer, Delia.

Uh, Delia, just so I'm clear,

when you say John repeatedly had sex with you,

you mean the sex was not consensual?

Of course it wasn't consensual! I was tied to the bed.

I was just a body to him, a blow-up doll.

He had sex with me, I did not have sex with him.

I wasn't there!

My brain shut down.

DC Flynn: So, what you mean is he raped you?

If that's how you need to put it.

How many times is "repeatedly"?

-Oh, I dunno. -Three times?

-Four times? -I just told you,

my brain shut down.

If your brain shut down,

how can you be sure you didn't give John your consent?

Because I'm not a moron.

Delia.

We know these are difficult questions,

but securing a rape charge is no easy task.

Especially when it's a girlfriend-boyfriend scenario.

He's not my boyfriend.

What I'm saying is the more you can give us now,

then the stronger the case we can make against him.

There's no shame in admitting you were raped.

I'm not ashamed. I'm embarrassed.

I don't like the word "rape."

Um...

The gun, he threatened you with, Delia.

-Do you know where he got it? -No. Why would I know?

After he untied me, he told me

that it was a toy gun, but I know it was real.

Just like I know that what he said he did to Melissa

in Amsterdam was real.

You don't think it's at all possible

it might've been something he just, made up to scare you?

He was telling the truth.

And when you see his drawings you'll see that I'm right.

They prove that what he said he did to Melissa, is true.

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It's okay, Delia. He's not here.

Yes, I know that.

All his things are gone.

DS Collins: Any idea where he might have gone?

How would I know?

Can I see those, Delia?

Why?

Just for our records.

[ Sighs ]

I need those back, they are the most precious things I have.

Here you go.

So, this is where it happened.

Obviously. It's a bed, isn't it?

So, where are these drawings, then, Delia?

Well, they're in his portfolio. He must've taken it.

Not this, is it?

Yes. That's it.

Ah, you see?

Melissa.

John told you this is Melissa?

No, it's obvious.

Delia, there's no head.

Of course not. It's chopped off.

Look, you see?

Same, Melissa, the same slender body.

And look this one. You see?

Uh, the little guys are carpenters like John.

And they're -- they're sawing and chopping at her.

Oh, this is new. I...

I've never seen this.

This is John and this is Melissa, you see.

And out of his mouth he's saying,

"Ohio, Ohio, it's off to work I go."

-Melissa was from Ohio. -You know what, Delia,

you're exhausted, I think it's time we were getting you over

-to King's Cross... -No. What?

-Look at the pictures! -Jane, help Delia pack

a wash bag and a change of clothes.

-Come along, 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.

How can you say that?

The truth is staring you in the goddamn face.

Delia. Listen to me.

Our main priority right now is keeping you safe.

No, I'm not going. I know my rights.

You can't force me out of my home.

-Delia... -No, get out.

Okay. Look, you're right.

We can't force you to leave.

I know. I just said that.

We do not have the manpower

to keep a round-the-clock watch on your house,

but I will see to it

that uniform do an occasional drive-by.

But, if at any point, day or night,

John makes any attempt to contact you

or gain entry in to the flat,

call 999 immediately.

-We are five minutes away. -Okay.

I get it.

Get out.

Come on.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Door closes ]

Do you want us to take the drawings as evidence, sir?

Evidence of what?

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I'll need copies for the others in the building.

Locksmith: No problem, love.

[ Gasps ]

[ Dog barking in distance, glass clinking ]

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[ Indistinct conversations, horn honks ]

[ Delia laughs ]

Leah: To your new contract

and three more months of job security.

-Mm. -Hmm.

Hallelujah.

-What's this? -Oh, it's -- it's nothing much.

It's just a token, just to say,

thank you for being such a good friend.

Delia. You didn't have to do that.

Oh, it's so pretty.

-Yeah. It's -- It's made in India.

It's, um -- Does it fit okay?

It's perfect. I love it. Thank you.

It looks really good on you.

[ Leah laughs ]

I think I might spend Christmas with my family.

Now I know I can afford the ticket.

Xmas in Texas. That'll be nice.

Oh, well, yeah. You don't know my parents.

I'll probably spend most of my time at my brother's place.

Oh, I didn't know you had a brother.

Yeah. Stewart.

Yeah he's a...

We're...

He was a traveller like me.

Went all over. Then stopped.

How come?

Got a regular job.

Nice houses.

I still don't know how you kept living here though.

I'm not some hysterical female.

Why'd I let him drive me out of my home?

Cup of tea?

-I need to get back. -Yeah.

Yeah, you don't want to miss the last tube.

Next time, you're coming to ours though, right?

Thanks for my bangle.

You don't have to wait till I'm inside.

Leah: I'm having a fag if that's all right with you.

Delia: Shouldn't smoke!

John: Delia, come here.

Delia, I don't want to hurt you.

I don't want to hurt you. I just want to talk.

[ Muffled crying ]

You changed the locks. Why?

I had to climb in through the kitchen fucking window.

Now, I know that you went to the police.

After everything you said about loving me,

about not wanting to get me into trouble,

I know that you went to the police.

But I forgive you for that.

I just wanna know --

Did you tell them what I told you about Melissa?

I don't know whether to believe you.

I feel like I should just kill myself...

and you.

Or maybe I should just fix it

so that you can't say anything to anybody, ever again.

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

[ Crunch ] [ John screams ]

Fuck!

Delia. Open the door!

I just wanna talk to you.

Delia, open the door!

Open the door, or I'll flatten it!

[ Spits ]

John: Delia, open the door!

Open the fucking door!

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Buzzing continues ]

-Police. -Stay back, sir.

[ Delia screaming ]

-Police! Delia?! -Delia!

-Open the door now. -Delia? It's Jane Barker!

Can you open the door now?

-Delia?! -Open the door.

And just tell 'em, that we had an argument.

That there's nothing to worry about.

If you say anything, I'll kill you.

-Delia, open the door. -Delia, listen to me.

If you don't open the door, we're gonna break it down!

PC Tom: Delia?!

[ Bang on door ]

WPC Jane: Please open the door, Delia.

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Delia... Oh, my God, are you okay?

Delia?!

-Show me your hands! -What's going on?

-Show me your hands! -I haven't done anything.

-Turn around. -I haven't done anything!

PC Tom: Turn around and put your hands behind your back!

John: I haven't done anything.

[ Delia screams ]

It's me! It's me! It's okay!

It's okay!

-[ Delia crying ] -It's okay.

It's okay!

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We're charging him with ABH and false imprisonment

for when he tied you to the bed.

He'll spend the night here.

There'll be a hearing in the morning.

Then he'll be transferred to HMP Pentonville

pending a bail hearing.

-Delia: Bail? -It's just a formality.

With his offending history, there is no way he'll get it.

He's got quite the record in Merseyside, hasn't he?

Flynn: Six months in prison for affray.

Bound over to keep the peace after his wife complained

that he threatened her with murder.

When the police came to arrest him, he was in the wardrobe

with a hammer in one hand and an axe in the other.

Look, I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but...

you've had quite a lucky escape, Delia.

Why didn't you tell me all this before?

The information only came in a couple of weeks

after we took your statement.

He was long gone by then,

and based on what WPC Barker told us,

every time she came to see you,

you just wanted to get on with your life.

Main thing is we -- we know now, don't we?

That's, uh...

You're not planning on going abroad any time soon, are you?

-Yeah, I was gonna spend Christmas

with my family in Texas.

No, I'm afraid you're gonna have to postpone that.

I don't wanna spend Christmas here.

-I wanna see my family. -We need you here.

You are the key witness in a criminal investigation.

Okay. Well, wrapping up.

The duty doctor will examine you.

And we'll need to get some photographs.

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[ Knocking ]

Here.

Melissa Halstead.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

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[ Line ringing ]

Halstead residence, Jack Halstead speaking.

Good afternoon, Mr. Halstead.

This is Agent Astrid De Vries Amsterdam Police.

Yes.

Are you the father of Melissa Halstead,

who visited the Amsterdam police in July 1991?

I-I am. Have you found Melissa?

No.

We're modernising our missing-persons database

and we're requesting that all relatives

send us blood samples for potential DNA profiling.

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Well, of course, I'll send blood sample.

Anything that could help you find Melissa.

We've not forgotten your daughter, Mr. Halstead.

We won't stop looking for her.

Tell me what you need.

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Leah: You alright?

No. I'm a nervous wreck.

It's gonna be fine.

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Solicitor: The offences of which my client stands accused,

about which he has made no admissions and maintains

his complete innocence, are allegations, not facts.

Allegations made by an unstable woman.

Yet because of them, he has spent a whole month

on remand in Her Majesty's Prison Pentonville.

Your Worships, all Mr. Sweeney wants

is what any of us want at this time of year --

to spend Christmas with his family...

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[ Indistinct conversation ]

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Delia. The police are on the phone.

You can take it in my office.

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Hello?

Hello, Delia. This is DS Collins.

Uh...

I'm afraid it's not the news we were hoping for.

Sweeney's been granted bail.

-What? -Yeah.

Apparently, there's an amnesty this Christmas for prisoners

to visit their families.

They let him out for Christmas to see his family,

and they won't let me out of the fucking country to see mine?

Yeah. Look, look -- it's only for a couple of weeks

until his next hearing.

And the magistrate imposed some very strict conditions.

He has to sleep at his parents' house

every night in Skelmersdale, he'll be under home curfew

from 9:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. every day.

-No! That is -- no. He will...

-Delia. -He'll come after me now!

-Delia! -H-H-He'll kill me.

-I know it. -He's not going to break bail.

But, as precaution,

maybe it's wise for you to spend Christmas somewhere else.

What, some shit hole in Kings Cross? Fat chance!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Christmas music plays in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations in distance ]

Man: Simulations have explored what would happen

-if a tornado outbreak... -[ Telephone rings ]

...or tornado-producing storm occurred at different levels

of global warming.

Projections suggest that

stronger tornado-producing storms --

[ Television mutes, ringing continues ]

Hello?

Hello?

Stewart, it's me.

Oh, hey, Delia.

I was just thinking about you.

Um, I'm watching a documentary on tornados.

R-Remember when we were kids and that tornado hit?

Yeah, I-I remember. Stewart, listen, the --

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Delia? You still there?

Do you know what, a friend has invited me

to stay for Christmas,

so I won't be at home when Mum and Dad call.

Let 'em know so they don't worry, yeah?

-Okay. -Yeah.

And this'll probably be the last chance I'll get to call you,

so Happy Christmas and all that.

And, uh... tell Mum and Dad I love them.

Yeah, o-okay.

Are you okay, Delia?

Uh, yeah.

How are you Stewart? Are you okay?

Um, you know, still getting nowhere fast.

When are you gonna visit, Delia?

I thought we could go to Arbuckle Falls like last time.

Oh, yeah. We had a nice time there.

We sure did.

The sun was shining and the birds were chirping,

and...

the water and all that.

Yeah.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Yeah. It was real peaceful.

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[ Line ringing ]

Okay.

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Yes, well, surprise, surprise.

Hope & Haven have given me a list of B&Bs in King's Cross.

So, I'm just gonna, you know, head home

and get my stuff and then...

Okay. I'm sorry you're going through all this at Christmas.

Oh, it's fine. I'll keep busy. I've got a shift

at Chelsea and Westminster on the children's ward, so...

I thought you didn't like children.

The sick ones are okay. Right, I'm gonna head.

Okay, well, you make sure you call me at my mum's

-when you've found somewhere. -Yeah. Yeah.

-See you in the New Year. -Yeah.

[ Indistinct conversations and laughter ]

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Delia. I wanna talk to you. Get inside the house.

-No! No! No. -Let's go inside.

-Give me my bike. -Get inside the house.

-No, get off my bike! -Get in the fucking house!

[ Delia screams ]

[ Grunting ]

-[ Laughter on television ] -Mrs. Wilson: Josh --

-Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

[ John grunting ]

[ Delia screams ]

God. Call 999!

[ Grunts ]

[ Delia screams ]

-[ Grunts ] -Aah!

-[ Grunts ] -Aah!

Mrs. Wilson: Josh!

[ John grunting ]

Aah!

[ Dogs barking in distance ]

-Josh, stop! -What's happened?

Oh, my God.

Mr. Wilson: What?

Josh's sister: Delia! Is she okay?

Oh, my God.

Look, don't move her. Just leave her where she is.

-It's okay. It's okay. -Dad's called the ambulance.

-[ Breathing shakily ] -It's okay. Try not to move.

Josh: Delia.

It's okay, Delia. It's gonna be alright.

Josh: Ambulance is coming. It's okay.

[ Siren wailing ]

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Paramedic: Come on, Delia.

-Come on. -[ Monitor beeping ]

Delia.

[ Weakly ] My right lung has a haemopneumothorax,

and I have a stab wound to my right thigh.

Paramedic: Look, try and stop talking.

Try and stop talking. Save your breath, okay?

What I'm gonna have to do is cut your top off

to look for any other injuries.

Oh, I bought this in Mexico.

Mexico? We'll have to get another one for you.

Just breath normally, okay?

We're gonna have to cut that top off.

Okay, Delia.

Just keep breathing normal there for me now.

Okay?

I got a wound there.

Let's get, uh...get some gauze on this, yeah?

You okay, Delia?

Yeah? Okay, love. There we are.

I'm just gonna put a dressing on now.

Delia. Delia, are you okay?

Delia, stay with us now.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Delia?

[ Monitor beeping ]

Delia?

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Delia?

Delia.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Oxygen hissing ]

Stay with us.

Delia.

Yeah, keep -- keep going.

Faster. Come on!

[ Fast beeping ]

[ Flatlining ]

Delia! Delia!

Delia!

[ Voice fading ] Delia! Delia!

Delia!

[ Flatlining continues ]

? My flowers ?

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? Won't you take them away? ?

? Won't you take them away? ?

? Won't you take me away? ?

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