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John: You're a bit of a free spirit, aren't ya?

I 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?

John: 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 a word.

Is he violent?

He tried to strangle me in his sleep.

John: You want to know what happened with me and Melissa?

I killed her in Amsterdam.

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

[ Delia screams ]

Leah: 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.

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.

-[ Shouts ] -[ Grunts ]

-[ Knock on door ] -Delia? It's Jane Barker.

Thank God! Are you okay? Delia?

Macklin: Turn around and put your hands behind your back!

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

Sweeney's been granted bail.

He'll kill me, I know it.

Delia. I want to talk to you.

-Get in the house. -Aah! [ Whimpers ]

[ Siren wails ]

Man: Delia? We need to move. Delia?

Stay with us love. Stay with us.

[ Flatline ]

[ Monitors beeping ]

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[ Delia screams ]

[ Monitors beeping rapidly ]

[ Gagging, coughing ]

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-Get a compress. -You're okay.

[ Coughing ]

Okay. Just gonna take this out.

Oh, Jesus.

[ Air hissing ]

[ Coughing ]

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Morrison: 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.

Morrison: If 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?

Morrison: 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 straightaway if we'd known.

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

A bit of one, maybe.

Morrison: I want you to be her family liaison.

We need a statement from her.

Now, she's been taken her off the ventilator,

so she should be able to talk soon.

You up for that, Jane?

Of course, sir.

Morrison: 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."

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Visitor for you, Elizabeth.

She can understand you fine, but she mustn't talk.

She uses this alphabet board to communicate.

Right. Thanks.

[ Monitor beeping ]

Hello, Delia.

It's WPC Jane Barker.

You might not recognize me without my uniform.

Oh, 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. Y-You're going too fast.

Uh, "L-Leah." Leah?

A...

A-Addre-- "Address." He knows Leah's address?

What, Leah, your friend from work?

Mm.

Okay, I -- I can get a message to the team.

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?

Uh, Delia, we don't have any contact details for your family

in America.

No. Y-You don't want us to contact them?

Fine old Christmas for you this is.

"I...

wish...

I...

was"...

[ Breathing raggedly ]

..."dead."

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Don't say that.

[ Siren wailing, radio chatter ]

[ Groans ]

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Jane: 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.

Serious Crime looked into it.

They think it was a false alarm.

They should've let him up to finish me off.

Jane: 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?

Aww.

Aww, 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 okay" --

I'm ready to give that statement now.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

[ Clears throat ]

Okay.

First, he hit me with the handle of the axe,

right side of my head -- bash!

-[ Grunts ] -Which 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!

-[ Grunts ] -And fractured the ulna bone

in my left arm.

Then he hit my right arm -- bash!

-[ Grunts ] -[ Screams ]

And tore two tendons in my arm.

Then he got out a knife with a long, dirty blade

and stuck it into my chest.

[ John grunts ]

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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?

Morrison: No sign of him.

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Oh, no. I don't watch television.

It's there if you change your mind.

When is Jane coming in?

-Nurse: Who? -My family liaison officer.

I dunno. Sorry.

[ Door closes ]

Delia: Do you think, if Mum and Dad what's happened, they'd...

-want to come see me? -Stewart: You know Mum

won't fly anymore because of her chair and Dad

would never leave her on her own.

Yeah...

Do you, uh, do 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.

It'd take months to sort that out.

Yeah.

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Man: Jump in the back.

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[ Indistinct conversation ]

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Morrison: 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. And a genuine postmark. Interpol have been informed.

[ Siren wailing ]

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, you okay?

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.

-Jane: Here, Delia, let me help. -No.

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You are totally safe here, Delia.

Uh, we have a direct line to the local police station,

there are grilles 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 with 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?

Okay. 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.

Not a tourist. A traveller.

Aylin: 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.

Jane: Thanks.

I'll just pop your toiletries and your clothes

in here, Delia, okay?

I'll be off then.

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

Sorry.

[ Gasps ]

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 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

'cause he's a psychopath!

What's your fucking excuse?!

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Sir.

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

Morrison: Did something happen?

She, um... gave me a piece of her mind.

Morrison: Try not to take it too personally, Jane.

And just so you know,

I'm putting you up for a commendation.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

Collins: 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?

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Aylin: Delia, you've got a visitor.

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Janice says hi. She says there'll always be

a job for you at City of Westminster.

Oh, I'm never going back to nursing.

Why should I care about other people?

Nobody cares about me.

I care. Aylin obviously cares.

Cheers.

Cheers. Thank you for lunch.

[ Silverware clatters ]

-Oh, shit. -I'll get it.

Fine.

I prefer olives anyway.

-Leah: Nice? -Delicious.

[ Both laugh ]

Okay, lift your arm up. Perfect.

It's like an old crone's arm.

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Hyperventilating ]

Aylin: Delia?

[ Breathing raggedly ]

Shh...

[ Sniffles, sobs ]

[ Sobbing ]

If you don't get out there

and start living your life, he's won.

I-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. -Delia: I don't want to go.

I want to stay and see the flowers come out.

Victim Support say that your new flat overlooks a garden.

You can see the flowers come out there.

Fuck him.

Fuck him...

and the horse he rode in on.

-Man: There you are. -Leah: Right-o. Thanks.

Man: Thanks very much.

Oh, Delia, this is great. Oh.

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

who gets freaked out by such things.

It's just bits of wood.

Me and Manuela are leaving London.

Moving to Exeter.

Uh-huh.

Is it 'cause, uh, 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? [ Chuckles ]

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So, what do you think?

Yeah. Nice one.

We'll go back to the office to sort out the paperwork.

-What was your name again? -It's Joe. Joe Johnson.

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Taxi. Taxi!

Shit.

Where you headed?

What? Why?

Well, you looked as if you were having a bit of trouble.

I thought maybe, if I'm heading your way,

-I could give you a lift. -Uh, Downside 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.

Ah, 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.

-Here. -All right.

We're practically neighbours.

I-I'm just five minutes away on Thornton Rise.

Okay. Bye.

Bye. Would you like to meet again?

Coffee? Or a meal? I'm a good cook...

if I do say so myself.

One White Russian.

[ Soft music plays ]

May I? Ah.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Oh, very nice.

Glad you like it. Let's take a seat.

Oh, right.

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-hmm.

[ Laughing ] You could at least try to sound impressed.

Oh, I'm not sure I know who Marc Bolan is.

I don't have a stereo. I don't have a TV.

-No? -No.

Oh...

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?

Ah, they're my kids. Well, I say kids.

They're all grown up now. I'm divorced.

Do 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...

Delia: Well, this is me.

David: I really enjoyed tonight.

Yeah. Me, too. Thank you for the meal.

-You're a very good cook. -Oh.

I like that you're kind, David.

My last boyfriend attacked me with an axe and a knife

and ended up in intensive care, so...

-Are you serious? -Yeah. Of course I'm serious.

I wouldn't joke about something like that.

That's so dreadful, Delia. What happened?

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

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[ Buzzer ]

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Oh. Is Terry in?

What flat's he in?

-Flat Three. -No. I'm flat three.

-Seriously? -Mm-hmm.

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

Yeah, I am, yeah.

Me, too, born and bred.

You look cold like.

Do you want to come in, have a cup of tea?

-No, you're all right. -Come on. It's nice and warm.

I've just put the kettle on.

Just for a few minutes then.

John: Sound -- What's your name?

Paula.

Hi, Paula, I'm Joe. Come in.

Ta.

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-What's this? -Read it.

University of Westminster.

You're 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 want to 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?

What are you talking about?

Aren't I always saying you're capable of so much more

than you think you are? Oh, this is brilliant news.

I am so proud of you.

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[ Buzzer ]

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Every undergraduate needs a bicycle.

Ah.

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

Ah, ah.

-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 yen to go back.

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

David.

You're the positive to my negative.

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[ Wood creaks, crash ]

-Armed police! -Stay where you are!

Do not move!

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-Man: Here we are. -David: Thank you. Thank you.

Man: Cheers now.

[ David grunts ] Oh.

-Man: Cheers. -Thank you.

Oh, it's damn freezing!

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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?

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I'm DC Christine Webb,

the family liaison offer assigned to the investigation.

Sweeney's on remand at HMP Wandsworth.

He'd been living in Finsbury Park

under a false name.

How long's 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, a-actually, he wasn't arrested for the assault on you.

-Ah. -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 the 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 -- her name was Paula Fields,

was an acquaintance of Sweeney's.

But we don't have any forensic proof connecting

him to her murder.

And the lawyers are saying we don't have enough to charge him.

What has that got to do with me?

We want to 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. You got -- No. You had him locked up.

I was safe. And then, that magistrate,

he let him out so he could kill me.

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

But now you've arrested him, you, you,

you and your lawyer 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!

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David: Absolutely, Chris.

No, no, no, no. I-I-I-I get that.

I'll tell -- I'll tell her. Not a problem.

Okay. Any time. 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...

Once it's all over,

they will provide you with as much support, therapy,

et cetera, as you feel you need.

[ Chuckling ]

What else did she say?

Let's do this after, shall we? Enjoy our food while it's hot.

No.

Now.

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

-'cause 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...

Look...

Look, you're alive.

All right? You survived.

Can't you find it in your heart to --

Think of Paula. Think of Melissa.

Think of the families.

Everyone cares about the dead ones.

Maybe I should've died,

and then the police would give a fuck about me!

Okay, look, forget -- forget the dead ones.

Think about a woman -- sorry, female -- alive

out there somewhere, someone like you were once.

You know, vulnerable, lonely.

Think about what might happen to her 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 wanna be part of something

that will put him away.

Sweetheart, please.

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

What are you afraid of?

[ Breathes raggedly ]

It's cold.

What are you doing, David?

David?

Delia, come --

[ Door opens, slams ]

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[ Door closes ]

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I'll do the damn trial.

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For deeply held anger and resentment...

For anxiety and tension...

[ Breathes deeply ]

For the release

of repression...

[ Breathes deeply ]

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[ Door opens ]

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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 the temptation

to throw bile at Sweeney.

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[ Door closes, footsteps ]

Christine: Delia?

[ Knocking ] Delia, you okay?

You've been called, Delia.

It's time to go in.

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All right, Delia.

Don't you talk to me, you fucking creep!

[ Murmuring ]

Would you prefer to take the oath with 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... -Miss Balmer. Miss Balmer!

...and this is the scar made by the knife

that pierced my right breast and right lung!

Judge: 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 truth, and nothing but the truth.

You may sit down, Miss Balmer.

Yeah, well, I don't want to sit down.

Miss Balmer. Please control yourself.

This is a court of law not your personal stage.

Yeah, well, the law is a load of shit.

The law's a load of fucking shit!

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Reporter: Ms. Balmer, how was your first day in court?

Sod off! No. Sod off!

I want a real drink.

Christine: God, Delia, listen to me.

My job is to get you to give evidence in court.

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

Now, the judge has given me until two 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 s-- 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.

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? Rest in water ?

? Would you take them away? ?

? Would you take them away? ?

? Would you take me away? ?

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