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Hey,

what are you doing?

Look at this.

Get out of here. Look at it. It's the same person. I don't need to look at it.

No, you better watch yourself, Danny.

I'm keeping this.

I've got another one.

Aye.

Give me it.

Come on, give me it.

Give me it! I'm warning you. You don't know what you could be getting yourself

into. What do you think you're doing?

Give me it!

Hey, hey, hey! What's with this racket?

Danny, come back, Danny!

What was that about?

What do you think?

Nice views.

And...

What have you got for us?

We've a young man shot.

Park keeper places him walking from the entrance to the flagpole up here.

And? Well, ten minutes later, a two -year -old runs and tells her mum she's

found a man sleeping.

What did the quack say?

The quack says that he's dead.

Single entry wound from a handgun. Could be a .32, more likely a .38. And what's

the range?

Up close and personal. Powder burns in the chest.

Dead about two hours.

Where's the PM?

Four hours later than you want it to be. I've got a high court hearing 20

minutes ago.

Give the judge my regards.

ID?

Daniel Grant, 18.

College boy.

Any works or gear?

No sign of drugs, sir. You run a trace on him?

We were waiting for a full report, but I've got an address.

43 Duke Street, lives with his sister.

When is this? Nothing yet, sir.

What, the middle of the day? Give me a break.

The lady with the pram thought it was a car backfire and sealed the locust

pretty quick.

I've run a fingertip from 200 yards in, sir.

All right, double it. Get a couple of uniforms down by the gates. I'll take

flack. Ah, Robbie.

Sorry, sir.

Don't know I recognised that shirt for yesterday.

Eh, I've got a matching pair.

Right, let's go and make his sister's day. Come on.

So what is this place, then?

Halfway house.

Ex -offenders, homeless, people trying to get their lives sorted out.

Nobody we know, then?

Right, Robbie, first off, get a hold of the guest list, see if anybody comes up

with active form.

Are you kidding? There's more ex -cons in here than Barrel Christmas Party.

Muriel, CID. I'd like to speak to somebody in charge.

Can I help you?

We're looking for Fiona Grant.

She's out, I think.

George Henderson, caretaker.

Can I help?

Do you know when she'll be back?

What's wrong?

We have some bad news.

How do you mean?

Fiona?

What is it?

What's happening?

We're police officers, Miss Grant.

I think it might be best if we speak in your room.

Danny.

Is it Danny?

Oh, no.

Could you show us Danny's room, please?

What's going on?

What's happened to him? There's been an incident, Mr Henderson. I can't say any

more than that just now.

He keeps it very tidy.

He's a good lad.

If you don't mind, could you give Inspector Ross here a list of all the

residents?

Who's in charge of this place?

I am.

What's this about Danny?

I'm afraid I can't confirm anything until I've had a positive ID.

ID?

Dead? Is he dead?

Would you mind if I spoke to you alone?

No, not Danny. No.

If it's somewhere... My flat's upstairs.

Rentier.

I can't believe this is happening.

I've never had any trouble here with Danny.

Of all my residents.

No fights or problems?

Nothing.

And when was the last time you saw him?

Two or three days ago.

George does the day -to -day stuff.

And you're the manager? I'm the owner.

The council give the funding, but it's my premises.

And what exactly do you provide here?

Support and shelter for people who can't cope on their own.

Ex -offenders, debtors, homeless.

They stay here until they can go on and manage on their own.

And how long had Danny lived here?

Over a year.

Amanda's sister, Fiona.

This is unbelievable.

I'm sorry, but would you mind telling me where you were between the hours of 11

and 1 today?

I was out, driving.

Alone?

Yes, I've just got a new car and I was quite excited about it.

It seems pretty meaningless now.

Ah.

Well, I'm afraid I'll have to ask for a full statement of your movements from

last night to just now.

Me? No, not just you.

Everybody.

Just take your time.

I know you may not feel like talking about anything just now, but... No,

wrong. I want to talk.

Who did this?

Why?

Well, is there anything in the past?

Any problems that might have made him enemies? Danny, he didn't have an enemy

the world.

He was a bit of a tearaway, but he'd quieten down.

He was going to college.

No drug problem?

No.

How did you end up here?

Danny had lived with me since her parents died.

We lost our house.

Where was that?

Southside. I was a nurse at the Southern.

When I lost my job, we got evicted.

Brenda was great. She got us a place here.

And you're sure there was no problem here?

Nobody that you'd fallen out with?

No, I'm sure.

Danny gets on with everybody.

His name's Bell.

Peter Bell.

Him and Danny were always at each other's throats.

I don't know what it was about this time.

When was this?

Oh, about half eleven.

I heard them shouting, so I went in to keep them quiet.

Danny just ran out.

That was that.

OK. Well, thanks for your help.

Here's the list you were wanting.

Oh, yeah.

Is this all residents?

Yeah. Well, I find this guy, Peter Bell.

He should be in his room.

I'll show you the way.

Who's in the parish?

Me.

Fifteen years.

Mr. Bell, police.

Do you want to open it?

What's this?

We need to look in this room.

The guy in here had an argument with the victim boss.

Not without a warrant.

Excuse me?

Residence rooms are sacrosanct. That's our prime rule here.

This is not a dothouse or a prison. And this is a murder inquiry, Miss Johnson.

I'm very sorry. When Peter returns, you're welcome to ask.

Until then, you're not getting in.

Out.

I want her checked out as well.

Well, I've got a list of cons and crooks, three pages long to get through.

well, just do your best, Robbie, eh?

Jackie, go over to the boys' college, see what he was doing there.

What about your man, Peter Bell?

I'll get a warrant. We'll come back and check his room in the morning.

Single 38 round.

Looks like there was some sort of conversion to the chamber.

Conversion? You take a legal handgun and you sleeve the barrel for a 38 round.

Charming. So what about the halfway house?

Oh, gaggle of pensions and petty crooks. Three dealers, one of them in stolen

bird's eggs.

No hitmen, though.

OK, lad.

No time for coffee. Briefing?

Somebody's keen.

Well, that's freedom for you.

What? Her and Brian.

What are you on about?

They split up six weeks ago.

Did she not tell you?

Nobody tells me anything.

Carrick, sir, I don't need you to give me problems.

I need solutions.

All right.

Here's one.

When you're in a hole, stop digging.

The last thing you need is any hassle.

Hi, darling.

Maybe we need to talk.

Alone.

From what we can make out, Danny Grant was a decent young guy.

Trying to make the best of difficult circumstances.

No sign of drugs or debt.

Enemies? Still no sign of the boy he had the fight with, Peter Bell.

Fooled his file.

Dealing, possession, burglary, assault.

Quite the net about town.

I want to enter that room as soon as the warrant arrives.

From what I saw of it, it looked like they set for a snuff video.

What about the sister, Fiona Grant?

She's shattered, sir.

Could be a bit of a drink problem.

We've picked her up in the past. Nothing too serious. D &I. But she wasn't much

help. This owner, Brenda Johnson, bothers me.

She's been more intent on keeping us out than trying to find Belle.

Has her statement come in yet? I'm checking it over now.

Right, and this Belle character, does he get any family?

Yeah, his mother's got a flat in Denison.

She hasn't seen him for the last six months.

Right, I want a house watch 24 -7.

Do you think Belle will be back?

I think your average Glasgow hard man's a mammy's boy at heart.

There's been a forced entry, sir.

The place has been stripped.

So what's the resident's charter line in destroying evidence?

Look, I had no idea something like this would happen. You never know the minute,

do you?

Right, there's the warrant. Take this place apart.

I mean everything from the scut and board up.

A word, please.

Who had access to Bell's room?

It was a burglary. What has access got to do with it? I'd prefer it if you left

the detective up to me. Now, who had access?

Well, George and me.

And, of course, Peter Bell.

But you can see what we're like here. People can come and go.

And were you around last night?

No, George was in duty, not me.

So where were you?

I was in here, alone.

You spend a lot of time on your own.

Look, I don't need this.

I don't run this place for the money. I believe in it, and I believe in the

people here. Well, let me tell you what I believe, Miss Johnson.

A young boy's dead, and somebody's tampering with the evidence.

I do understand, Inspector.

Good. So if Peter Bell turns up here, you let me know before you start telling

him his rights.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I was Danny's director of studies.

Saw him yesterday afternoon.

How did it seem?

Not upset.

It was a crime.

So there was no hint of an argument or conflict here?

I spoke to the rest of the class.

None of them really knew Daniel.

He'd only been to a couple of lectures.

Quiet boy, they say.

So, no enemies, then?

They haven't had time enough to make friends, let alone enemies.

You have to understand, this isn't a school.

Our students here are highly motivated.

It's a good college.

I don't doubt it.

Can I give you my card?

If you think of anything that might help, anything at all, will you give me

call? Yeah, cool.

Thanks.

I take full responsibility for this.

I should have heard... All right, all right, Mr Henderson. We do need your

If Peter Bell comes back here, let me know immediately.

Oh, of course.

Sir, you'd better have a look at this.

It's a converted .38 revolver.

Found in the system.

You know what I said about going above the scouting boards? Go beneath them,

too. Yes, sir.

Robbie, team up with Jackie right at Bell's mother's place.

I want this bastard lifted.

Right.

How's it going?

No sign of any boy?

Nothing.

So, Stuart, you found the gun?

You found a gun.

I've taken it over just now.

Stuart was telling me about you and Brian.

Oh, yeah?

You kept that one quiet.

Call yourself a detective?

There's our man.

Do we lift him?

No.

If he worried off to.

Brenda, listen, I've got something to... No, you listen.

If this screws everything up, you'll regret it. I've got something you need

see. Shut up.

Sir.

What's up?

No match on the gun yet? Not yet.

We've cleared the rest of the room.

It's Fiona Grant's alibi. The boy's sister?

She was at an AA meeting, wasn't she?

Not according to the six people that were there.

Right, let's go and see her.

Club X.

Stevie Lammert's club.

A flight with Bill come here.

Well, it looks like his friends are pleased to see him anyway.

Do we move in?

I'll call Buck.

Bob X?

What's that all about?

Church for me, boss.

Yeah, well, just hang back, see what transpires. Yeah, bye.

Any comment?

It's true.

I wasn't at the meeting.

This is a serious matter, Miss Grant.

Why did you lie to us?

I was... I was at a pub.

Can you prove that?

No.

No, I can't.

I should have been here for Danny.

You're going to have to do better than that.

There's really no need for this. Please, George.

She's telling the truth.

She was at the pub.

I actually told her to go for a drink. Did you?

Does she always do what you tell her? You don't understand.

We give each other support, Mr Burke. The fact is, we've been seeing each

for the last three months.

So why the big secret?

I get caught with one of the residents.

I get sacked.

Fiona gets evicted.

And that's all?

I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm not thinking straight. I'm just... I'm just really

missing Danny.

We're not love -struck teenagers, Mr Burke.

We're planning on leaving here.

Starting new somewhere else.

Miss Grant, we're not here to judge you.

We just want to find your brother's killer, and we'll do it a damn sight

if you tell us the truth.

Matt. Hi.

Come and have a look at this. We've just got it up from the ballistics.

And? Well, look at the match -up. Lateral striations there and there.

Same gun?

Yep. The gun that killed Danny Grant, no doubt about it.

And...

Covered in Belle's prints.

You beauty.

So, um, are you... OK, I mean?

Yeah.

Thanks for asking.

I thought we were a bit closer than that.

Robbie, your idea of close is me being around when you need support.

Oh, come on, Jackie, give me... Here's Belle.

Shit, there's that.

If I'd wanted him to disappear, I would have sent bloody Houdini.

You told us not to arrest him, sir. Which is not the same as let him go.

He walks out of Disco with one entrance and you let him get away.

No, we'd been compromised, boss. Laman, the club owner, was looking straight at

us. Stevie Laman?

Bell walked out of there with a face like a bust ball.

Right. Then I fancy some clubbing.

Hi,

Stevie.

You've got the wrong night.

Tuesday's grab my granny.

And tonight's licence application night.

Office. Now.

Always a pleasure.

You've met my lawyer, Mr Carrick.

I've seen the trails he leaves inside the High Court.

Don't mind me.

Actually, I do, mind you.

Are you interviewing my client with regard to any particular case?

The murder of Daniel Grant.

Recognise him?

His name is Peter Bell.

We get 1 ,500 people in here a night.

Aye. And how many of them get dragged in by the bouncers? Did he complain?

You're the prime suspect in a murder case.

What was he doing here?

Changed for the fag machine.

He was brought here by a woman called Brenda Johnson.

How come you know her? I didn't say I did. And why did the boy leave here with

sore face?

It's a tough old time.

Come on, Matt.

Were you at school with me?

No. Then it's Mr Burke.

Here's the thing, Stevie.

A boy's dead.

You're involved.

Not me. I. You.

And I'll be coming back.

And you're going to need better brains than this two -bit shyster here to

protect you when I do.

The happy are just finished.

You've got a lot of explaining to do.

Brenda.

The police were here.

Have you seen Peter Bell?

Not now, George.

I don't think they understand.

They're still after him.

Where is he? I'm dealing with Bell, okay?

Where are my bloody car keys? On the hook.

They found the gun.

What?

Did you say anything?

I don't know anything.

Where is he?

Now, listen.

I'm in charge here, okay?

So you say nothing.

Not to anybody.

Not about bail or guns.

Nothing.

Understood? They'll be coming back.

Then you never saw me.

Okay. Four fairs, four socks, one pound. Four fairs, four socks, one pound. Now,

come on, missus. I'm bursting myself at these prices. Four fairs, one pound.

Where did you get the figurines?

World Collection.

Right, you. Get your teeth out. Come on. Come on.

Yeah, yeah, listen. Come on.

Keep an eye on him. Come on.

Now, listen.

What? What? Oh.

Sorry, Woody.

Look, I know you're supposed to make it look good, but, eh, mind the dread.

What have you got for me, Peter Bell?

The boys went to ground.

I think you need to phone a friend. Eh, I've been asking about... And?

There's a lot of heavy -duty stuff going on. Guys with shooters, bad vibes.

So the quicker we get to him, the better. As long as you don't go through

Spit it out. Look, Bell's got a friend called Malky Flynn. Didn't know they

pal. There's a lot of stuff you don't know about, son.

Flynn's got a squad in a factory in Stromnest Street. The boys stayed with

before. So what's the score with the Halfway House?

Halfway to Paradise?

Sign on there. You don't sign out. What do you mean?

Don't ask me.

Ask the DSS. It's just a rumour.

All right.

Thanks, Fuzzy.

Hey, hey, hey, Mr Burke.

You forgot to say you love me.

You like hanging about gymnasiums. Buy a pair of your sports socks.

Thank you.

Bell knows how to live in style, eh?

Sir, this guy's dangerous.

I've lost him once. I don't intend to lose him again.

We wait for backup and we're shafted.

Sorry to interrupt your coffee morning, folks.

I'm looking for Peter Bell.

Peter!

It

won't

be on your carry -on forever!

Why did you kill Danny?

I didn't kill him!

I'm sure you didn't suck.

I've got a couple of your prints on her.

I didn't kill her. And who did, Pete?

E .T .I. Mark, I'm going to spotcast from that screen now.

They've stabilised him, sir.

He's got blood clot in his brain.

What are his chances? 50 -50.

As soon as he comes round, I want a uniform in there to take his statement.

Well? Yeah, ran a check. It's definitely Brenda Johnson's car.

We've spoken to Henderson.

Seemingly she picked up some stuff and left early this morning.

Half the division's after her, but she seems to have vanished along with the

car. Get the other half on here, too. And get back round to her flat. I want

stripped.

Is that bastard Belle going to live?

His condition's critical.

Well, I wish she had finished the job off.

She just needs a wee bit more time.

What with Danny's murder and all the other shit that's happened.

This place was meant to be home to you.

If you'll forgive me, it's a very strange home.

In two days, one murder, one attempt murder.

You don't really think that Brenda's got anything to do with this, do you?

No comment.

Do you have any idea why she was so close to Belle?

Sorry, I don't.

She was up to her ox, there's in debt.

Yep, Karen and never -never.

Closed on three credit cards.

I mean, the point is, the woman's desperate.

This is Brenda Johnston's phone record.

Half an hour before Danny Grant was murdered, she was calling Stevie Lament.

We're not talking underage drinking or the odd ecky tablet here, son.

This is murder.

Now, what are you going to say?

What do you think, Clouseau?

You know, I prefer the old days when you could tell who was a dodder shite with

the chipmunks in their face. I'm a respectable businessman.

Ah, in particular, I'm going to win the Champions League.

Now, where were you the day of the murder of Danny Grant?

OK, OK. So I was at Cameron House with Brenda Johnson.

Who yesterday you claimed you never even knew.

Have you met my wife?

She'd have cut my balls off if she'd found out. Found out what, precisely?

Oh, firm.

Listen, Brenda and me was just champagne and shagging around the storey.

So you were ten miles outside Glasgow with her at 1 .35pm?

Yes.

Only I've got a phone call from her mobile.

Puts her in the city centre less than half a mile from Queen's Park.

That's impossible.

We were at the hotel all afternoon.

All afternoon?

All afternoon.

She's up to her neck in this, pal.

There's another suspect lying in intensive care who just happened to

her car.

And she's got more debt than Milda Marcus. Render goodbye and sell me for a

star. She hasn't got two hate -nates to rub together. Aye, right.

She's skint.

You're at it.

There's her back statement. Check it out.

She's with you for a mug, pal.

You thought you were using her. She was using you.

Now, was she with you all afternoon?

No.

She said she had to go back into town.

I went for a kip when there's a chambermaid will confirm it. So why did

up Pete Bell?

A favour.

She said she needed the boy Bell kept quiet.

Why? Why was that?

No idea.

And that's the truth.

Some scammer of a Bell was involved and Brenda thought, oh, yeah.

Slap with Damson, Peter.

So where is she?

Checked out, Brenda.

Nothing that pays murder. Squeaky clean.

Henderson, no. The parrot, I've never heard of him. No record.

Go see if there's anything in him.

Then why did you lie to me, Mr Henderson?

Well, it started off like most lies.

A small one.

When I first started working here, somebody asked me what I used to do.

I didn't think labourer sounded very exotic.

So I said Paris.

So you were never even in the army?

The nearest I got to the army was the recruitment centre on Saucy Hall Street.

Flat feet.

And did Brenda find out?

Said she was going to tell Fiora.

I was ashamed.

It's your business, Mr Henderson, but if you take my advice, you'll come clean

in the future.

Yeah, well, I've never been very good at that.

But I enjoy working here.

I like the people.

How's the boy Bell doing, anyway?

He's off the critical list, but, um... I have something you can help me with.

Who dealt with the pensions and dole checks?

Brenda.

She wouldn't let me anywhere near that.

Hello, DSS.

This is Mary Hill CID.

It's a connection with the Daniel Grant murder inquiry.

I wonder if I can arrange for your staff to look at some photographs for me.

Don't be daft, George.

Do you think I'd give a damn whether you were a soldier or not?

Do you forgive me?

Come here.

Did you ask them about Bill?

He's up to danger.

Apparently, he's going to be OK.

We've got more cops on this than our bloody G8 summit meeting and we still

find Brenda Jones.

Lord, look at the behaviour.

So what about these files and papers from her flat?

Makes for interesting readings, sir.

Can't wait.

In the past year, three inmates have died of natural causes, five have been

to prison, six have moved out and got a job.

And yet they've still been claiming for all these people, the pension books,

housing benefit forms.

That's up to a lot of money, sir.

And you're absolutely sure about this?

100%. You reckon Bell was in on it?

I think he knew about it all right.

You'd better hold your horse then.

Why, where you going?

I've just found another fingerprint on the trigger of that gun.

And it doesn't belong to Peter Bell.

Yes,

but according to the pathologist, it takes a force less than 15 pounds to

smother somebody.

The guy was weak. He couldn't fight back. You mean we weren't there to

him? Cut it any way you like. We screwed this up.

Think she talked both Bill and Danny?

Maybe. No proof linking the two murders.

Sweep that hospital room from top to toe for prints. Find one that matches the

print on the gun in her home and dry.

Yeah, but even still, how could she come and go from a busy hospital without

being spotted?

Blended in?

Brenda? She blends in and two young men are dead.

She's making bloody monkeys out of us.

Sir. What?

There's a chap outside from the social about the halfway house. Take a seat.

He's matched one of the photographs.

It's Fiona Grant.

It only took a few weeks before Brenda asked me to start doing it.

I did the women.

Pete Bell did the men.

I would go up most days, sometimes in a dark wig, sometimes in a grey wig,

sometimes just myself.

We lived rent -free and gave Brenda half the money.

And what did Brenda say when Danny found out?

Danny? Hi, Stuart.

Right, I fed Fiona Grant's prints into the database.

And I'm just going to run it through much.

Danny was just a boy.

He didn't even know about the pensions and stuff.

Whatever Danny was killed for, it wasn't the... How can you be so sure? I know

my brother, Mr Burke.

You used to be a nurse, didn't you?

Yeah.

Why? You know how easy it is to kill an unconscious patient?

No.

Then you had the best motive of the book for killing Pete Bell. No, I didn't.

I didn't.

You thought he murdered your brother. No, please.

You've got to believe me, Mr Burke.

I didn't do it.

I believe her.

I don't think you talk to somebody just to cover up a benefit fraud.

What are we missing here?

Why did Danny and Bell have to die?

Maybe she's hiding something else. Something Danny found out.

Right, back to square one.

Where had Danny been just before he was murdered?

The college.

So, that's the results from our print.

Don't tell me. No match.

Let her go.

Surely this can't have anything to do with the studies here.

Miss Ferguson, we need to keep all our options open.

Anything that might help the inquiry?

He'd just started the course.

He'd only attended for two days.

So what was he studying? A sociology course.

What does that entail?

A wide variety of topics.

Anything from politics of the media to criminology.

Can you be more specific?

Well, in criminology, students are asked to find a recent unsolved crime and

then pretend to report on it. They're assessed on the quality of their

So is this something Daniel might be involved in? More than likely, yes, but

you'll excuse me.

I can't do this.

He asked me out once.

I said no. So now you've changed your mind.

And how do I tell him that?

You won't have to.

You be nice to him and he'll try again.

I know he will.

How far am I supposed to go?

Not that far.

You just have to find out how much he knows.

Jesus! I should just have a game.

Thank God you're back.

I was worried sick.

What did they want?

They took my fingerprints.

They thought I killed Belle.

Wish I had.

You don't mean that.

Look, I'll help you through this.

After Danny's funeral, we'll put all this behind us.

I don't know.

Will the cops have to tell you again?

No. They know I didn't do it.

Organise now and respond to you then. Nothing happens till I get there.

Robbie!

Brenda Johnson's in a hotel on the south side.

Open the boot, would you?

How are you feeling?

I'm shattered.

You're shaking.

Listen, George, I know I said I'd stop.

But what I'd really like right now is a wee drink.

And what does a wee drink mean?

Just one, George, just to calm me down.

It'll just settle me a bit.

Look, I need to pop out for a bit.

So take it easy until I get back.

I will.

I'll be fine.

Okay, thanks.

Bye. Well, she's been dead two days. Strangled.

So whoever killed Bella wasn't her.

Matthew, we found a print from the hospital that matches the gun. And guess

what? It isn't Brenda Johnson.

Yeah.

Somebody somewhere please say something to cheer me up.

I've got something, sir.

Danny Grant was doing a college project on unsolved crimes. Ah, were we in it?

He uncovered a newspaper article about a guy who murdered his girlfriend ten

years ago. A particularly brutal killing.

But the case was never solved. He was never caught.

You got a name?

Yep. Harrison.

Robert Harrison.

God.

George Henderson.

Or if he was ten years ago, Robert Harrington.

Till Danny saw this?

That's what Danny's argument with Bill was about. Exactly.

And when Bill got scared and told Brenda, they had to die too.

Let's go round that house right now.

Hi. I'm stuck in town. The car's packed in.

You all right?

Do you want me to phone them? Look, I think I've left my wallet on the desk.

you get it? Jump in a cab and come to the Elm Bank car park.

I phoned a breakdown service. I'll need some money.

Elm Bank car park.

I'm on the top floor.

Write that down for you now. You got that?

Yeah, I've got it.

I'll see you there.

Check in there.

Any sign?

Nothing, sir. Sir, I hit redial.

She's in a cab going to Elm Bank car park.

Okay, let's go. Come on.

From the wallet.

Here. I've got it here.

How much have you had to drink?

Look at you. I've had two drinks, George.

Two wee vodka.

Two half pints. You're drunk.

Why are you being like this?

You know what I've been going through with Danny. Screw Danny.

What do you mean?

You're cold, aren't you?

and you're charged with the murders of Danny Grant, Peter Bell and Brenda John.

Read them the rest.

I'm about to caution you. You're not obliged to say anything, but anything

do say... Are you all right, Miss Grant? ...may be used as evidence.

Are you sure? Shall we get you into the car?

Stand up.

You're fine now.