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♪ Grace VanderWaal: Clearly ♪

♪ There's a world outside my door

♪ I don't know it anymore

♪ I'm gonna stay here now

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer

♪ Find the strength in my despair

♪ It's not gonna take me down

♪ I can see clearly now

♪ The rain has gone

♪ I accept all the things that I cannot change

♪ It's gonna be a bright,

♪ Bright sunshiny day ♪

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(WHISTLES SHORT TUNE)

(CHUCKLES)

Job-lot, eBay.

Whose bright idea was this?

You do know the correlation between repetitive head injuries and

early onset dementia?

That's what training's for.

Here.

No, they'll fix it upstairs.

If it's not done right, I could break anything. Again, training.

Couldn't you have found a passion for chess?

The Chess society are riddled with crabs.

Oh be serious, Flick.

Oh I am. Stuff they do with their rooks is pure filth.

It's public domain.

Nobody ran boxing past me.

You should just think yourself lucky that she let me invite you tonight.

You do not need your Mum's permission to see me!

No, I just need Maggy to squeeze me into your 'slots'.

Look, Maggy doesn't talk to you like that.

Nope. But that's what it always sounds like.

Which is why you need to be nice to Jeff.

Jeff?!

If I ran every hobby past you Pops, you'd die on your feet.

His company put shedloads of money into places like this.

He's here, right?

Don't make it weird.

Dad, this is Jeff.

He suggested boxing as a way for me to embrace female rage.

Whoa! 'Rage' and 'female' are her words.

My quote's 'Blowing the cobwebs out.'

Which is great for 99 percent of people, don't you think?

Anyway, good to finally meet you, Wolfe.

I've heard tons about you.

Now I know why Flick's right hook's so impressive.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Maggy? 'I don't know why I'm here-'

Yeah. 'But I'm here.'

No, no, of course.

Hey, Maggy's outside.

Um, I'm on my way down. Now, yeah.

There'd be more chance of us spending time together

if I turned up on a slab at this rate.

Well, you got talked into the right hobby

for speeding the chances of that up.

This is important to her.

Oh give him a break, work's work. We know what he does.

They're taping it anyway, so we can email you a copy.

Fuck off!

Wolfe!

What's the emergency?

Val invited a date.

Jeff's not a 'date'.

Seriously, if that's the only reason you called me out,

I'm taking you back. I will not watch the daughter

that almost died, take impact injuries to the head

because some over-athletic gimp thinks

she's got fucking cobwebs at her age!

And nobody asked me.

There we go!

WOLFE: Where are the others? Round at Dot's.

Well, that's where we're off.

What the hell is that?

There's no movement, so it's not a silent rave.

Pull over.

But not on the bridge.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

MAGGY: Wolfe! Has it been dumped?

No! There might be someone in it.

Get the services Maggy! I'm on it.

It's Maggy Chan from Forensics. Hang on let me catch my breath.

We're at an RTC, it's a car off a bridge.

Maggy - I'll send you the exact location.

We'll need USAR, paramedics, and don’t hate me... Divers.

Look - the driver's out. Footprints.

Hey, "We don't risk a life to save a life".

It's your own echo, Boss. See if anyone else needs help.

Wolfe, I can smell fuel.

Yeah, I can see it, it's all shifting away from the engine. Just go!

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Travel well.

(SIGHS)

Listen,

I know it seems indecent,

to be asking this soon, but I badly need your help.

To find out what piece of shit left you here to die on your own.

(PHONE RINGS)

'Maggy?'

Services are en-route.

'We've got a deceased female in the passenger seat.'

'Teenager, early twenties.'

'What're we seeing over there?'

We've got footprints but only down to the river,

'but they're erratic. I'm not seeing blood..

Meaning dogs?

Well, they're swerving away from the water, back under the bridge.

WOMAN: Olivia!

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Stay back!

Way back, please! Look, there's nothing to see here, folks.

That's our car.

Joseph, that's our...

Oh my God. Oh, my God. Olivia!

Emergency's are on their way. Did she call you here?

Missed curfew. Three hours.

We tracked her phone.

We don't know how safe the vehicle is, please, please...

Claudia,

she got out.

She's out!

The prints lead us away from the water, thank God.

Can you give me a photo of her to share with the main services?

What's he do? I'm Professor Kinteh.

We're forensic workers from the university.

We happened to be first on the scene.

All highway patrols should have her picture, Sir.

CLAUDIA: Joseph!

Olivia!

JOSEPH: Olivia!

CLAUDIA: Olivia!

Olivia!

If you can hear me, just yell!

CLAUDIA: Olivia!

JOSEPH: Olivia!

If you can't yell,

use your phone!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

At what time did you report the incident?

Uh, it was, uh-

It was 8:15pm when you phoned it in,

9pm by the time we arrived.

With 45 minutes for you to dive in to collect forensic evidence,

while speaking directly to the victim's family, before-

I collected time-sensitive samples, only once I knew it was a fatality.

What citizen wouldn't?

The rest of us, you mad fuck!

You could've blown yourself to shit when the vehicle went up.

Hey. "If you can smell that, blame a teacher."

I'm still here.

Olivia's parents are accusing you of causing the explosion.

(SCOFFS) That's just the grief speaking.

C'mon, Betsy, what else was -

how could I have done it differently?

(DOOR BEEPS AND OPENS)

Are we close to finding the identity of the missing driver?

OK. Yes. From the footprints that Maggy found -

We have size eight. New Balance 452.

Well worn, the tread was quite bare

which happen to match these

from Olivia Turner's social media postings last night.

So just to confirm the two girls Olivia Turner and Ella Squires

one 17, the other nearly 18, but y'know, both 17 for the record

were together before the crash.

Prints on the steering match Ella on IDENT 1. Previous for shoplifting.

We tracked her phone, last location was the crash site.

We scoured the crime scene and no sign of it.

Could be off. Or broke.

She could have it with her, but if it is,

the battery's been removed,

which wouldn't be an accident.

Police have checked Ella's home and college and are talking to friends.

Parents aren't around. She lives with her sister.

Currently no sign of her.

You wouldn't run if you weren't guilty of something, would you?

We don't jump to conclusions here.

I'm just opening my mind to all scenarios.

Yeah, (SCOFFS)

but there's a difference between hypothesis and catastrophising.

For the record.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

All I meant was, catastrophising can split your focus

when primary should be cold, hard evidence.

It's not off the cards, but it's not for here.

Well done team.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR

Cassie. Thanks for allowing us back.

This is my colleague Wolfe.

Tea, milk and I went for plain biscuits instead of choccie.

Less mess.

There'll be quite a lot of intrusion in your house over the next few days.

You shouldn't be out of pocket.

Whether you think you can or you think you can't,

you're right.

That for me?

Are you gonna be much longer?

DCI Chambers run out of asking the same questions?

Hey, I wouldn't cross her if she were my boss.

Neither would I, but I'm my own boss.

Officer of the crown, totally impartial.

We're not police.

Not as nice as Olivia's place.

I haven't been.

Why?

Nobody's looking for Olivia.

(SNIFFS)

If you'd asked me two years ago where she'd be.

With who.

I'd have a list,

I coulda told you everything,

'cos there wasn't, being honest

that much to know.

I wouldn't just have numbers,

I'd have their parents' numbers.

Now, I'm totally frozen out. Hey, Cassie...

It's hard enough being a parent when you actually are one.

How's anybody supposed to keep 'em safe?

You'da still been working all that out for yourself

when you had to take Ella on?

Ella's a good driver.

I've got a garage off the high street,

she'd been helping out for years.

The only reason El would've been driving Liv's car,

is if Liv was too pissed to drive herself.

And if Liv was pissed,

it's bang-on our Ella was too.

MAXINE: 'The cause of death is-'

cranial blunt force injury.

Was the airbag disabled?

Neither Olivia or Ella had their seatbelts on,

so the airbags didn't go off.

Ella got lucky.

Even if she was wearing her belt or had hit the bag,

the branch ruptured her abdominal aorta.

She'd have bled-out, sharpish.

(OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

If Maggy's scribbling everything down, what's the point in a report?

Your reports are great, Maxine, we've no complaints.

It's just, headlines would be great for the time we've got.

Except, personally, I love detail.

I only include detail that's applicable.

Received.

It's the 50 Shades of Dead I could do without.

I enjoy them.

Brings a pizazz to a morbid read.

Blood work's back.

No traces of alcohol or drugs in her system.

Are you sure?

No, I'm guessing wildly in the hope of recognition.

We bow to your diligence, Maxine.

What time can we expect the full report?

You'll get it when I press send.

Thanks Max,

always a pleasure.

The brake lines have been tampered with.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

That's why there were no skid marks on the road,

not because Ella was too intoxicated to break but because she couldn't.

Let's look into everywhere this car has been.

Anyone that's come into contact with it.

We need to find Ella,

guilty or not, she's scared.

They leave college just before five and head straight to the chippy.

Traffic cameras see them heading towards the Peak District

but lose them at seven when they head down lesser used country roads.

Photos on Olivia’s phone put them in the woods for a couple of hours

There’s no-one else in those pictures.

No phone calls or messages are sent.

And there’s nothing more until the crash at nine.

Having trouble locating this spot,

the soil samples on the tyres are all scorched.

Check the shoes. I managed to pull them off while I was in there.

But if these girls have enemies, I want to know who.

Trawl their social media comments for dodgy mates, pervy teachers.

We need to find this cave.

(POP MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)

Who says that entomology isn't sexy?

Most can't even spell it.

Good job we got to you before you were chargrilled.

Steve, I get kids being fascinated with bugs.

What stuck?

STEVE: Yeah it's simple really.

The soil on the shoes had traces of the chestnut gall wasp.

An hour of cross-referencing Chestnut trees

with a list of known caves in the area and voila.

DOMINIQUE: Here you go. (CAMERA CLICKS)

Break fluid.

Secure the area. Whoever cut the breaks,

their DNA is here.

Somewhere.

DOT: Oh, Boss?

Boss?

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLATTERING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(RADIO BEEPS) Ambulance now.

She's here!

I need help.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Stare much?

Um.

Yeah sorry, it's just,

blood makes me feel a bit,

you know. Wrong job, mate.

Yes, well not other people's, obviously.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Brave boy.

You ready for this?

Well that depends. Are you gonna be gentle?

- Ready? - DOT: Mm-hmm.

(THUD)

Jesus.

Ahh, look how good that looks.

Wolfe's gonna be buzzing.

(DOOR CLOSES)

No chance mate.

I wouldn't.

It would be, uh,

proper unprofessional.

That's which makes it... her...

all the more alluring.

It's nice to have a pretty face to look at for a change.

Oi.

Oh, no you're beautiful.

Just a bit too much dick for me.

Ditto.

This correlates with Ella's injuries.

But the other DNA isn't a match for Liv.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Station called - Ella's awake.

Betsy said you can sit in on the interview

if you keep your trap shut.

Great.

MAGGY: I'll fetch the car. Nope.

You've offended enough people today.

Stay here and fix Ella's phone.

Dominique, would you do the honours?

(DOOR CLOSES LOUDLY)

She's only been awake a few hours.

Keep this brief. Yeah?

Was Olivia in pain? Ella -

Olivia died instantly. She wouldn't have known what had happened.

I'm really, really, sorry. It was my fault.

Don't say that. Cross that out your notes.

She takes it back. She did nothing wrong.

It's ok Cassie. Ella, your blood work shows that you were sober.

But I was driving. It was my fault.

No. It was the fault of the person who cut the breaks.

I need some air.

Who did you fight with yesterday at the cave, Ella?

Before the crash? Nobody.

Somebody tried to kill you.

With your help and your honesty,

DCI Chambers here can put this person in prison for years.

How long's the sentence, like,

you know for... for what happened?

Premeditated murder carries a long term.

Come on. Who gave you the makeover?

Mackenzie Drayton.

We go college together.

Can you tell us how you got those injuries, MacKenzie?

Hold on. Hold on.

No offence, but in this climate,

can you say your names clearly for the video?

Am I a suspect?

You're a person of interest.

That's your loophole for harassment?

We can do this at the station with a lawyer present if you'd rather.

Don't need to make such a big deal about it.

Ask your questions then.

This was self-defence.

Were you friends with Ella and Olivia?

With Liv. Before she became 'besties' with Ella.

How did you feel about their friendship?

I don't like Ella.

She's a yes person. And yes people are fake.

Or maybe she was lonely and wanted to be affable.

Dunno,

don't care.

She turned up and Liv wanted nothing more to do with me

and that felt like a kick in the tits.

So you were angry with Ella? (SCOFFS)

I didn't get these bruises by being affable.

You know it's pretty screwed up that Ella wants to press charges

about our scrap when our friend just died.

She doesn't. These questions are in relation to Olivia's death.

But it was an accident.

No.

It wasn't.

I think it's best to continue this at the station.

With a lawyer.

I've not done anything wrong!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Where are you?

(DANCE MUSIC THUMPING)

I'm sorry. Her Mum wasn't answering and-

Flick? Flick?

(GROANS)

Flick? Can you hear me?

What's she taken?

Prosecco and a few cigs. It's no big deal.

GIRL: Hello daddy. D'you wanna blow-

The carbon dioxide in bubbly will just make the hangover worse.

You're better off sticking to spirits. Or a bottle of red.

You gonna give me the "special cuddle" talk next?

Which type of lube has got the least amount of toxic chemicals in?

That's probably a conversation to have with Mum.

Or a verified NHS website. This isn't a big deal.

You were passed out.

I was having a party nap and a tactical puke-

You're being reckless and disobedient. And attention seeking.

I guess I learnt that from you then.

Anyway, all my mates drink.

All your mates started drinking years back.

They've built tolerance.

And it's not just about the boozing. What's boxing all about?

It's tantamount to self-harm, and you're beautiful.

I can't stomach watching.

That's why you left?

Figures.

I thought chemo was the worst part of Leukaemia.

But your parents treating you like a china doll

for the rest of your life just about trumps it.

(GROANS)

Dad,

if you're gonna start crying every time I talk about cancer

we're gonna run out of meaningful topics.

I'm gonna get pissed.

I'm gonna smoke weed.

I'm gonna take E and dance all night.

I'm gonna do all of those things 'coz they're what

I was dreaming of doing when I was stuck in hospital

having to read Jacqueline fucking Wilson.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC TURNS SOUR)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

You said you'd ring when you were on your way.

OK,

we are gonna save all the big words for tomorrow.

I'm officially your worst hangover.

Upstairs.

Shower.

I'll bring water.

Fair do's to Flick, she had tried ringing but you weren't picking up.

(SIGHS) Well I'm sorry you had to be the one, Wolfe,

but thanks for being there.

I'll make her grateful.

I'm covered in bile and oestrogen. May I...?

(PIANO PLAYS)

(CLEARS THROAT (PLAYING RESUMES)

Oh.

Hiya, Wolfe.

I, er...

legacy of my Dad's as a tuner.

I promised Val, seeing as it's a present, I'd help her set it up.

Not many tuners I know can play like that.

(CHUCKLES)

I did eight months at the Royal Northern College of Music.

They turfed you out with talent like that?

If only for the effort, mate you were robbed.

And can I please apologise for telling you to fuck off?

They turfed me out for starting a copyright clearance agency

on their time and property.

It was never massive,

but it's still running. Mmm.

Can I get you a drink?

Just a small one?

It's not one of Val's stash, I brought it with me.

I have to work.

Thanks for bringing her home.

Did you put her in the recovery position?

No, I strung her up by the feet watching a stomach pump playlist.

Actually, Jeff,

now that it's up to scratch, I wouldn't mind christening it.

You don't play.

Having time away from Val taught me three new things:

Russian, or what I thought was Russian, Mandarin,

and keyboards.

Hats off to you.

(PLAYS TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR)

(GLASS SHATTERS) Oh, woah, woah, woah -

(GASPS) Fuck, sorry, sorry, man.

Well, it's alright, (STUTTERING)

it's not blood!

And I'm way past the driving limit anyway.

Wolfe!

We will be taking her phone off her for a week.

Something big, but probably not that.

She'd drive me up the wall.

You need to see how old she got behind our backs, Wolfe.

She just made a point of making me feel really lonely,

which makes her sound about fifty,

but I didn't have the guts to crack that joke.

You're frozen.

Yeah, I'll get back in. No, no, no.

here!

Since we're both agreed that neither of us wants her turning into me.

For God's sake,

we're staring the answer in the face. You invite me back...

Wolfe, we are not... No, you need to listen.

We are not doing this.

I need to get at my keys.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

If I move back in...

No, you need to listen, we both do.

I move back in, she has nowhere to go with the attitude

because I will totally upstage her.

What if she upstages you,

and I'm stuck between two head the balls.

Think again, Wolfe. A lot.

Go home.

Have you ever seen anybody shrink so much when they take their shoes off?

I mean, built up heels.

Seriously?

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SINGS) # Twinkle twinkle little star ♪

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(BEEPING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

You haven't clocked off?

I'm just retesting some spatter methodology.

While we love results, they're less precious on fatigue.

(CHUCKLES)

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

That was too close.

You're telling me!

Come on!

(RUSTLING)

We have to tell Wolfe.

Seriously, Steve? At my expense?

Yours?

Look, I get that you and Dot and Maggy have this

co-dependent family vibe cooking with Wolfe.

It's cute.

But I came in on the back of you, Steve.

What does that make us look like?

(LOUD CLATTER)

(CLATTERING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: 'Professor Kinteh!'

'There's a fire!'

Why haven't the alarms gone off? I can't smell anything?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Why aren't you answering?

My apologies, Mr Turner.

Have you seen what she looks like, now?

No.

Us neither. We're not allowed.

Because you destroyed my evidence.

You went down there,

and fucked around with that car

because you couldn't resist it, didn't you?

If you'd hadn't gone near,

there might've been a shred...

..of identification.

No, no, "It's not really her anymore, Mr Turner, not really."

Joseph.

I'm guessing you wouldn't have turned up here today without a weapon, yeh?

Save your strength. Let me help you.

(KNIFE CLATTERS ON THE FLOOR)

I, er,

put the phone up to her mouth,

for a count of 120.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

There was no respiration, Joseph.

(GASPS, WHIMPERING)

She suffered catastrophic injuries on impact.

After eighteen months, everything just started going well.

Better.

What was the turbulence before that?

She went down a hole.

She was being treated for depression.

I'm not ashamed of going private.

We'd nowhere else to turn.

And it wasn't us forcing her onto tablets and shit.

She wanted help by then.

Eventually, eventually, it started working.

Her lights came back on.

Joseph,

if Olivia was taking antidepressants in the last three months,

we'd have found out.

We'd have known it.

Her bloods were clean of prescription meds.

I'm so sorry.

(SOBS)

Off their meds, off their heads, is it?

You OK? No.

What if they'd meant to go off that bridge.

Olivia stopped taking her anti-depressants

and we can't link Mackenzie to the car, not by a shred.

But Ella, with her experience working at her sister's garage,

she'd have known exactly how to mess with break lines.

How long have you been thinking like this?

Olivia and Ella made a video.

Wait, look at the next one first.

ELLA: (CRYING)'Cassie,

it's still me.'

'Liv's dead.'

'She's dead!'

'I'm really scared about being here.'

'Cassie, I...

I don't want to be here!'

Get Betsy to meet me at the hospital.

I hope you're enjoying the view for the right reasons?

I'd really love it if you'd just shift it back a bit, Ella.

OK.

(BREATHES DEEPLY) Here goes!

Stay past that.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Spent a lot of time on this roof. (CHUCKLES)

Never let my daughter this close to the edge, though.

Who was the patient?

She was.

Flick.

For a long, long time.

With leukaemia.

What happened to her?

She's fifteen now, thank God.

(GRUNTS)

I had a psychotic episode.

Went doolally.

Spent six months in a lock-up ward, few more three month stints.

You thought about suicide?

(LAUGHING) Oh yeah.

One time, they were all like: "Get him off the fucking subject,

get him onto climate Change, microbes,

who cares!"

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW

No, no, fuck off.

You're not sectioning me.

Wait, wait, wait! We've no intention!

This is just banter and anecdotes, folks.

Give us a minute to get to the punchlines, please?

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHS DEEPLY AND SHAKILY)

(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)

How um...

..how long have you and Liv been thinking about suicide?

A while.

Only decided to go through with it yesterday?

Because...?

Because of Mackenzie?

Liv wanted to tell Mackenzie but,

she wouldn't get it.

She'd say I was the bad influence.

Even though it was Liv's idea.

She was the one who told me to cut the brakes.

And what Liv wanted,

was that important to you?

The loneliness I felt,

before I met her...

..I never had to explain a single thing to her.

But suicide wasn't one of your words back then?

Trust me,

it doesn't belong to you now, either.

I read your postcard.

"Whether you think can, or you think you can't, you're right."

Do you know whose quote that is?

General Patton, second world war.

He turned fear into determination.

Saved a lot of lives.

Actually, it was Henry Ford.

What, really?

(LAUGHING)

I've repeated that in about a dozen lectures!

However,

it's the same sentiment.

Olivia,

stopped taking her medication suddenly,

which can be a fast track to suicidal thoughts.

Just because she took you there,

doesn't mean it's where you belong.

Milk being adolescent.

Get access to treatment.

I can recommend the best.

Flick's pissed off with me.

So is Valerie.

That's why I've been a bit...

Don't blame your own behaviour on anyone but yourself.

Thanks Betsy, I'm,

doing my best.

No!

You actually didn't listen to that sentence, did you?

I'm looking for a pep talk here.

You want a distraction

from going round with your tail between your legs

and apologising for whatever idiotic thing you've done

or said now.

(SIGHS)

I just,

miss them so much.

(SIGHS)

I know.

But they're not going anywhere.

Unless you keep pushing them away.

Fuck cancer! And divorce!

And having a daughter who (GRUNTING) is smarter than you.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SHOUTING) Fuck my crazy, overbearing, complicated,

understanding, forgiving, parents!

(BOTH CHEER)

(CHUCKLING)

Um,

I'm going to delegate to Maggy a bit more.

So we can have more Dad-Daughter time.

Don't call it that it sounds creepy.

And I'm going to be less of a nuisance to Mum.

Even though she secretly likes it.

She doesn't.

I'm sorry me getting ill meant you and Mum stopped working.

(SIGHS) It's not your fault.

You can talk to me. Ok? About anything.

Boys, booze, drugs,

body dysmorphia, Cardi B... (CHUCKLES)

and I promise,

I won't judge, I'll listen.

I never want you to feel like you have to lie to me Flick.

This is gross. You're all sweaty.

I gotta bounce, Mum's picking me up.

Seeing JJ tonight?

He's playing five-a-side.

He's got that many friends?

Dad, for my sake, don't ruin this for Mum.

When she likes him and he makes her laugh, she's not the opposite.

Which seriously helps me out.

Do you understand?

Thanks for the punchball.

That was so instinctive of you.

(GRUNTS) (CHUCKLES)

WOMAN: OK, tongue up for me. Next!

What's changed?

You look beautiful!

You too.

(CHUCKLES)

It's been a while since you lied Dominique.

Sorry! (BOTH LAUGH)

I've got a new job.

it's kept me pretty busy.

You know, in the lab in Manchester.

(SIGHS)

Actually, this job - I don't know why you'd go back.

You know, after- Yeah.

I was thinking about visiting the flat.

Don't do that.

I need to go and pay my respects.

It won't bring him back.

I didn't mean to upset you, Mum.

(SIGHS)

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

Promise me you won't be relying on the past,

cos there's nothing to have.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING, CHEERING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Let's put you somewhere nice and warm, huh?

Twinkle Twinkle.

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