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I have a client on death
row called Rudy Jones.

He's not dead.

There is a drill in there!

Call it, Judge.

I know it's not easy
being a black UC.

Crack is everything to me.
I'm terrified the

top floor's going to find out.

Who is it?

Don't tell her it was me.

Go and build yourself a new life.

Full name?

Nicholas Johnson. I'm Nick Johnson.

If you hurt my brother, all of my
brothers are coming for you!

CHEERING

I've been working on a good route
in.

Maya Cobbina. Oh, this is my
boyfriend.

What do you want?

Hold it. It's not safe in there.
We wait for shields and helmets.

There's a new witness. Scared and
careful, which is a good thing.

20 years of normal life makes for
very deep cover.

We have shared history.
Michael Antwi.

We just want you to share with us
what she's thinking.

The first black Director of Public
Prosecutions is a real possibility.

They want to interview me.

Do it.

She cannot get this job.

I put all my being into articulating
exactly what I think.

Which is always my best
shot at the truth.

You better not have any skeletons
in your cupboard.

Ambulance here.

Joe.

Come on! Come on!

Joe... Joe!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

What happened?

He's dead!

Shut up.

Oh, God.

He's dead.
Shut up!

He's dead! Oh, God... Shut up!

Good boy.

Give us a fag, would you?

How long have you been in the job?
29 years.

And you're finishing when?

Seven weeks.

So who's going to blame you for a
small mistake

made right at the death, huh?

What mistake?

It was mayhem in there and you took
responsibility.

Like all the best custody sergeants.

What mistake?

The wrong men in a cell together.

Who are you? I mean, I may be
senior in rank to you,

but 29 years of service,
that's the real rank.

I think you better start speaking
English, Sir. Take the hit.

Or?

I don't like Customs and Excise.

So when I see them sniffing around a
good copper of 29 years' service,

I'm inclined to fight them
tooth and nail.

Who are you?

All you need to know is
I wasn't here.

Not then and not now.

So what are we saying?

The white geezer in the cell
with him, Peter Mackie,

he's a member of a neo-Nazi group.

Form? Yeah.

Right.

OK.

Mackie had him in a choke-hold.

Yeah?

We were too late going in.

He'd stopped breathing by the time
we could pull them apart.
All right?

Eh?

The only issue is why they were in
that cell together.

That's down to me.

Need to know. Yes.
Not a word more.

Home Secretary gets from me
what I get from you

so please don't give me
anything I don't need.

Custody Sergeant under huge pressure
got it wrong with one cell.

There by the grace of God...
One of the officers wouldn't stop.

Hmm? Trying to resuscitate Michael.

Say the other officers?
Say the ambulance crew.

Michael's good.

Put it out that everyone calls him
Michael from now on.

It's a tragic death, we're all very
upset, so first name only.

What about the doubling up?
The Custody Sergeant?

What's his name? Trimble.
Five children. Old school.

Customs and Excise are looking
at something dodgy he was doing
with a car.

I've made it very clear
we're right behind him.

Yep. Yep. Absolutely. Walk with me.

What about Michael's family?

Erm, we're in close contact
with them.

We'll know how they're doing
and what they're saying.

That's good.
Oh, one thing.

There's a lawyer asking hard
questions.

Well, that saddens me.

God knows it's difficult
enough as it is for the family.

You know what really irks me?

It's never the lawyer
in the spotlight, is it?

What's his name? He's a she.

Maya Cobbina.

Mark Neame. Oh, hello, Mark.

Very pleased to meet you. Yes.
This way. Thank you.

A confession - I'm the new DPP...

..and your boss...

and I have never
prosecuted a case in my life.

I don't know what I'm doing.

But I'm going to be as straight with
you about you as I am about myself.

If we're going to go after
the people that I want to go after

I need moral strength
and proper bollocks from all of you.

I'm going to make us
proud to prosecute.

I'm going to start by getting all
our collective energy together...

..into looking at one case
I do know about.

20 years ago a man
died in police custody

and we have been prevented
from getting to the truth

of how that man died.

The name of the dead man
is Michael Antwi.

And this is his mother.

Hi, darling. Hi.

I had to come. For him and for you.

For more than that, I hope. Hmm?

Do the story, Julia.

See you in a minute.

I have no words.

I can't speak.

He was my son.

I used to sing to him.

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch...

♪ I once...
OTHERS JOIN IN

♪ ..was lost

♪ But now I'm found

♪ Was blind

♪ But now I see. ♪

Thank you so much
for everything today.

I'll see you later. Mrs A.

Look, it's not going to be easy.

Civil actions against the police
never are,

so you might want to think about
whether it's worth it.

What's the matter with you? Sorry?
Civil actions?

This was a crime.
You are a criminal lawyer.

Peter Mackie is standing trial. No,
no, no. I don't want Peter Mackie.

All he did was kill my son.

I can forgive him his idiot rage.

But I can't forgive the rest.
What's that?

I want the man who caused Michael's
death put on trial and sent to jail.

Someone put them in that cell
together. I want to know who.

You understand me, child?
You get my son proper big justice.

It's a big statement. But it's what
Michael would have done.

Remember what he said?

"If you hurt my brother,
all my brothers are coming for you."

We do what you're saying,
the whole thing could go up.

Yeah, it's a big call.
But don't we all have Michael's
anger to live by now?

She's mine.

But I love her.

The loneliness of leadership.

So, what's our move, man?

Police station.

Firebomb it, make us some bacon
out of the pigs inside.

Then they'll know we're
the real deal. See me?

Yeah. Yeah. I hear that.

OK, brilliant. See you then.

Alex Brady. The man who isn't here.

Very funny, Jakey.
Now get back to doing what you
couldn't do without me.

What's that about?
Oh, he's paid like he's staff but
he doesn't have a staff contract.

Why? So that he can behave badly
and if anyone comes back at us

the paper can say that we
don't employ him. Oh, right.

Oh. I forgot. He wants to see you.
Who?

HE CLICKS HIS TONGUE

With the death in custody
story so far.

You're joking! Jake,
why didn't you call me? I just..

OK, when? When does he
want to see me?

In five minutes.
Two minutes and 30 seconds ago.

And it takes 60 seconds
to get from here to him.

Leaving you a minute and a half's
writing time.

- Are you a good journalist, Jules?
- Thanks, Jake

This is very good.

How many deaths in custody?
244 in the last five years.

Successful prosecutions? None.
You see?

No, sorry.

If we're going to get angry and want
our readers to share our pain,

the face needs to fit.

Your man had better be
squeaky clean.

This is a big story.
PHONE RINGS

I know. Really?

Absolutely.

Great.

Corrigan here. Yeah.

'What's our move, man?'

'Police station. Firebomb it.

'Make us some bacon
out of the pigs inside.'

My God.

We need something to hurt
Michael Antwi too.

OK.

Is there something else?

HE SIGHS

All right, the lawyer.

We're... Two things.

Don't fall in love...

..and wear a condom.

Good sex? Julia!
OK, sorry. Is he handsome?

Yeah. He's, erm...

He's very funny. He makes me laugh.

Good sex? Amazingly good.

Yes! What does he do?
Hits the spot every time.

THEY LAUGH He's a writer.

Oh, God. There had to be a downside.

What kind of writer? Crime.
So he's only after one thing.

What? Your stories.
Is this a warning?

Every writer has a chip of ice in
their heart or they're not for real.

Watch out for the ice.

I'm meeting some friends for dinner.
And have his babies.

Oh, hello. This is... This is Julia.

Oh, hello. Hello. Hi, Nick.
Nice to meet you. And you.

Yeah, I've been hearing all about
you. Nothing bad I hope.

No, no, all good. She says you're
handsome and funny, apparently.

And what was the other thing?
I said handsome and funny.

No, there was something else.
No. That was all I said.

Yeah, no, there was something else.
No, there wasn't.

Shut up. There was one other thing
she really liked about you.

There's a story of a reporter in a
refugee camp during the civil war
in the Congo in the 1960s.

He's in a room full of terrified
women and what does he say?

"Anyone here been raped and speaks
English?" That's terrible. Christ!

That's not funny.
You wouldn't do that, would you?

No, no. Of course not. Why not?
Well, because I can make it up.

I'm not stuck with the truth.
Or a reporter's version of it.

You're free to use your imagination.
Yeah.

But, like everyone, all you've got
is your own experience.

Let's hope you had a really
unhappy childhood.

Unhappy in what way?
My parents loved me.

It's, you know... It's just
they loved crack cocaine more.

How did they meet?

No, no. It's fine. It's fine.
In the Hawley Arms in Camden Town.

Erm, he offered to buy her a drink,
and she said yes

and then her life was over.

He was 41. She was 17.

So young. Yeah.

But what chance has 17 years
of good parenting

got against a look in a bar
from the wrong man?

So, what happened?

Erm, well, you know,
eventually I was taken into care.

How old were you? I was four.

Shall we get another bottle? Yeah.

So he's a real writer.
Why do you...? Why do you say that?

Because he talks about his parents
first meeting like he was there.

Yeah, well, maybe...
Oh, thank you very much.

Maybe... Maybe they
told him about it.

He was four years old
when they left his life.

Face it, Maya. He's a writer.

He makes things up
so that you can love him.

♪ You can dance
Every dance with the guy

♪ Who gives you the eye

♪ Let him hold you tight

♪ You can smile
Every smile for the man

♪ Who held your hand 'neath the
pale moonlight

♪ But don't forget who's
taking you home

♪ And in whose arms
you're gonna be... ♪

Doc Pomus. Sorry?

Did this song.

He was, erm, a Jewish boy from
Brooklyn.

Doc had polio from childhood
and on his wedding night

he watched his blonde wife dance
with every single one of his guests,

but not him,
and then he wrote this song.

And they lived happily ever after.

Gambling addiction. Divorce.
Wheelchair.

Early death from lung cancer.

HE LAUGHS

Erm, I have to go.

Oh. Sorry.

Erm...

Do you mind if I ask where?
No.

I do a shift at a homeless
shelter twice a week.

Phew!
But, you know, I've got ten minutes.

So...

..we could...
THEY GIGGLE

We could listen to two more songs
out of The Brill Building or I...

I could tell you how it feels to be
falling hopelessly in love with you.

Both, please.

THEY GIGGLE

Where are you?

I'm helping homeless people. Nice.

How's the writing? I'm blocked.

And I'm much too sensitive
to talk about it.

Anything on the Antwis?

He was a remarkable speaker.
Dangerous men often are.

No. He's charismatic, he's exciting,
real sense of history.

I wish I could have heard him.

You still can.

Oh, gosh.

Why are you sitting there?

Because you've got the best tits
in the building.

Thank you very much.
And we're working together. Are we?

Woodward and Bernstein,
eat your hearts out!

You've got nothing on Brady
and Redhead.

I've got quite a lot of work to do,
so... No, not really.

Iconic is an overused word.
But this...

'I've been in Louisiana,
USA. I've met a man called
Rudy Jones.'

How did you get this?
'He's in prison...'

It fell into my lap.

Now, this man, Rudy Jones,
is a cold blooded murderer,

and this man, Michael Antwi,
is on his side.

So, you see, doesn't always
follow that the truth
is what you want it to be.

Because he didn't do it.
It wasn't him.

Well, he's been convicted by a jury
of his peers. Who gave this to you?

We would have been dead,
you dozy cow! What were you
thinking?

I... This isn't...
Don't you dare open your mouth!

What kind of a journalist are you?
You didn't fucking check!

How would it have looked if we'd got
behind a vicious killer's best chum?

Can I just have...?
Take her picture.

Take her picture! What?
And you smile or you're dead.

What? Why? What is this?
What are you doing?

Positive discrimination, girlie.

Smile. SMILE!

I didn't write it.
Your name's on it.

In print, under your photograph.
I told you I didn't write it.

Any of it? The tiny bit about
the duty officer.

Oh, my God.
They stitched me up, Maya.

JULIA! They set me up.
So you're leaving the paper?

Is your resignation in, Julia?

I'm a black woman journalist
on a tabloid paper.

You were at his funeral!

There's no recordings
of Michael Antwi speeches.

The police were at the funeral,
weren't they?

It's not that surprising they've got
a tape of a speech.

Wasn't your name enough?
What did they do? Take your picture
against your will?

The name alone doesn't tell the
reader that the reporter is black.

Your black face gives this story
its legitimacy.

Black on black. So it must be true.

I honestly believe that this can
give me the foothold I need.

Wake up. Wake up! 20 years from now
I will be writing positive stories

about black men and women because
I put my name to this one first.

"Please - just you.
Please - tell no-one."

I know every man and woman
that was in that police station
when Michael died.

I'd know if it was one of them.

Well, maybe...

Maybe it was somebody who wasn't in
the police station.

Say that again. Somebody who
wasn't in the police station.

The police! They infiltrated
demos, didn't they? Yeah.

They put undercover coppers
into the march. Of course.

So there would have been undercover
officers working out of the station.

Do they sign in? Of course not.
They're invisible.

No such thing as invisible.
Is there, Dad?

ALERT SOUNDS

You all right?

"Be in Central London at noon."

And? "Wait for a text."

Why don't we know who it is?

It's someone who wasn't in the
police station. So... what?

Someone who's seen and heard how
we've controlled things

since Antwi died? That's possible.

Only if one of you two has been
careless because I sure as hell
haven't.

You're sounding capable
of carelessness right now.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Someone who's keeping his head while
all around him others lose theirs.

To misquote Kipling.
I am a member of the Government, not
some bloody ghost copper like you.

I exist. And I've got an awful
lot to lose.

The witness could be on the inside.

What do you mean?

It could be him, for instance.

He's right. It could be.

Paranoia won't help us. No.

But finding the damn witness will.
You, sort this out.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Nick! Yeah. Yeah.

I've just had a call from Louisiana.
It's Rudy.

They want to lift the stay.
I've got to get there.

Now? Yes. But what about meeting
your new witness?

What should I do?
I don't... I don't know what to do?

Erm...

Leave me your phone. I'll be you,
I'll meet the witness and explain

that it was life or death,
you had to go to and see Rudy.

They said no-one.
The e-mail said don't tell anybody.

OK, then which one?

Rudy.

OK.

OK. "Out of the country.

"Life or death."

ALERT SOUNDS

ALERT SOUNDS

Phew.

Huh. OK.

He said OK. Good. Good. Well, go.

Go pack, come on.

First time I've done this
with someone who survived.

If you can't get a line into a vein
then drilling a needle

through bone into the marrow
works just as well.

How would that feel, for Rudy?

Nine, on a scale of ten,
with ten the highest level of pain

that I've ever seen. Christ.

If I'd been there,
I could have done something.

He asked you not to be.
He's the client.

He gave you his instructions.
MACHINE BEEPS

What's happening? What's happening?
Nurse. What's going on? Nurse!

It's OK. Stand back, please.

It's a seizure.
It doesn't make anything any worse.

It's OK.

OK. OK. Patient stable.

I will not let them hurt you
any more. I promise.

So what are they giving him
for the fits? They're not.

Anti-seizure medication dulls
the mind and it can lower IQ.

Competence. Rudy needs to understand
that they're killing him

for them to kill him and if his IQ
is too low, then...

This is an application to lift
the temporary stay

and set a new execution date.

When would that be?
Two weeks from now.

Your Honour.
I've just come from the hospital.

I have just left him in the middle
of a seizure and it is...

It isn't ripe. Your Honour?

I'm going to decide about competence
at an appropriate time,

which is as close as possible
to an execution date.

I think you'll find I'm fully
supported by the Supreme Court
authority on this.

What else do you have for me?
Double jeopardy.

You can't keep a man on death
row for 20 years

and then get two
goes at killing him.

You're a plain speaker,
Miss Cobbina.

It's one of the things
I like about you.

So let me be plain here with
what I think your problem might be.

Your client was sentenced to die -
he ain't dead.

He wasn't sentenced to suffer in
great agony for a prolonged period

and then for everyone to take
a break before putting him
to death two weeks later.

The prisoner kicked up
a hell of a fuss.

His failure to co-operate
was the biggest factor in all this.

Wait, he wouldn't cooperate
with his own execution?

The paralytic they use has been
banned in animal euthanasia.

It is illegal for vets
to kill dogs with this drug.

But for the uppity negro? Fine

200 years of doing what he's
told and for some reason

best known to himself
he kicks up about being put down.

And please don't make a fuss
It wasn't anticipated that...

I would have thought it to be
anticipated that an innocent man

might struggle against
an incompetent

and agonizingly painful attempt
to end his life.

Sometimes I think the defence bring
all their problems on themselves

so they can complain about them
and keep their man alive.

If he had of cooperated...
He'd be dead.

If he'd co-operated he'd be dead.

Other times I lose track of whose
side the lady is on, Your Honour.

I don't know about you.

Maybe it's how emotional
she gets is what confuses a man?

Never get emotional.
Never get personal in court.

Miss Cobbina. This is not about you.
It's about my client, who cannot
speak for himself.

I am lifting the stay
and setting a new execution date.

Thursday week.

Miss Cobbina, I'm granting you leave
to come back before me Wednesday

morning to argue about whether or
not your client is competent to die.

Let's see how he's doing now and
24 hours before the new date.

Court is adjourned.
HE BANGS GAVEL

All rise.

Do you think he can hear us?
It's hard to say.

Hypoxic brain damage is...
Yeah, but what do you think?
Do you think he can?

It's possible.

Rudy. Squeeze if you can hear me.

Right, so we lost on double
jeopardy...

..and cruel and unusual is very,
very tough.

There is one issue - competence.

It's not easy
but it's our best shot.

So here's the choice.

They don't want to medicate you
for your seizures but I can insist
they do it.

So, take the medication, lower your
understanding of everything

but increase the chances of you
being deemed incompetent to die.

Or don't take the medication,
don't dull your mind...

..but reduce our chances
of keeping you alive.

Squeeze my hand
if you want to take the drugs.

Squeeze my hand if you don't want
to take the drugs.

Did he understand? I don't
think that he gets that...

We have our instructions.

Dan.

Mum says to concentrate on
something happy when I feel like
I might be sad.

The crispies. I love them.

I love them so much.

Look after Rocco.

Now? While I'm away. At university.

How long are you going for?
Eight weeks.

So 56 days. 55 sleeps.

You can come and see me in Oxford.
It's lovely.

Dan.

This isn't easy, is it?

No.

Will you stay
and help sort my room with me?

Did your mum tell you to say that?
Yes.

Yeah.

Are you Clem?

Yes. How do you...?

There are two of us now -
I'm your college mum.

Usually it's a mum and a dad, but
if you don't mind a single parent...

No, brilliant.
Nice to meet you.

Hello. This is my dad.

Oh, hello, Dad.
Um, I can help you with this.

What...? Um, yes? Yeah. Yeah.

OK? Probably.

Ta. Thanks very much.

We...? So we may as...? Yeah. Yeah.

THEY LAUGH

Now, don't tell your mum
I didn't stay.

SHE LAUGHS
And... Yeah.

Erm... I'll text you, or something.
Yeah, yeah.

Welcome to Oxford.

CLEM GASPS How you feeling?

So nervous.
It's going to be amazing.

CAR LOCK WHIRS

Hello, Nick.

Mum, give us the bag.

Mum? Bag, please?

Cheers.

Institutional racism brought you
to the top, remember? Right.

Our most convincing drug dealer?
Shall we use our black UC?

Who shall we use
for our most believable pimp?

Oh, let's use our black UC.
Well, yeah.

Course, they wouldn't have called me
a black UC then, would they?

No. No.

HE SIGHS

So how long have you, um...?

Been clean for three months
and two days... after 20 years.

Wow. Well, you look good.

I look terrible.

Did they look after you?

They gave me a small lump sum...

which I spent in three days
on my best and only friend.

I even had a name for him.

Him? Ships are feminine,
cars are girls,

crack is a boy.

So what name did you...?

Jesus.

Jesus? Safe in the arms of Jesus.

CHURCH BELLS RING

So, um, what do you want, Abi?

What...? What...? What is this?

Tell Maya.

Tell Maya.

I can't do that.
You have to, Nick.

No, no, think of the
children - it would kill them.

They have the right to know.
And the... And her career -

she's a DPP, for God's sake. It...

There's too many people
that need her.

The consequences aren't the point,
Nick.

There's a basic truth
we have to hold on to.

Can I have a hug?
Or are you wired up?

THEY EXHALE

See you, Mum.

I kissed you once. Do you remember?

It was set up,

so my Dad could see,
and think that I had a girlfriend.

You were a part of my legend.

Your family seem really happy, Nick.

You've been watching me?

Look, 20 years and three kids -
it might be enough.

Redemption could take you
the rest of your life...

..but I think you might make it.

It's you, isn't it?

You're the witness?

TENSE MUSIC

I can give you the name
of the witness...

but in exchange
for you letting me go.

I want out, that's the deal.

I'll have to refer this up.

Too late - the witness is giving
a statement in 45 minutes.

To the police?

Of course not.

Think about it.

Who's the witness?
The deal - yes or no?

Yes.

HE SIGHS

Abigail Strickland.

She was there that night.
She saw it all.

Maya's on her way to meet her,
right now.

HE SIGHS

HE SIGHS

CARRIAGE RATTLES

TENSE MUSIC

FOOTSTEPS FALL

SHE YELPS

SHE WAILS AND GRUNTS

SHE SCREAMS

MUFFLED CRIES

MUFFLED SCREAMING

MUFFLED WAILING

MUFFLED WAILING

SHE GASPS

LABOURED BREATHING

SHE MOANS

TRAIN RUMBLES IN DISTANCE

'Platform 8 for the 1200

'Virgin Trains service
to Inverness.'

DISTANT CHATTER AND TANNOY

WATER GURGLES

What did you expect?

What do you think this is?

You promised me.

You killed her.
No, no... No, I didn't. I...

You gave her up.

HE PANTS

The truth.

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

HE MOANS

HE SNIFFS

It's over. We are done.

I'm telling her EVERYTHING.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

So in this goes.

I love you.

Good! Julia's here. Hi.

Hey, how you doing? Good.

So... Ella won't come downstairs.

Then I'll go and talk to her. Yup.

Ella, would you get some more?

Why do you have to ask me? Because.

Get some more - we're going to drink
it, that's why. Can't you ask Dan?

And you can go, and you've got legs.

You OK?

There was a new witness.

After 20 years. Shit.

Yep. I don't know who they were, or
what they were going to tell me,

but... it would have been important -
I know it would.

Where's the witness?
They didn't show up.

Well, they'll get
back in touch, surely?

You know, for the first time,
I-I feel...

I feel little frightened.

You know what?
Clem has got a new mum.

Did you meet her?

Yeah. Brutal, huh?

First day away from home,
you get a new mum?

MAYA SIGHS

Julia? Dad says one day he's

going to ask about your conscience.

What's a conscience?

Nick?

NICK CLEARS HIS THROAT

Look, 20 years
on a right-wing paper...? Nick?

No, no - "The Two Faces of Hate"?
Nick?

It's fine, it's fine.
Old friends should ask

hard questions of each other.
What else is friendship for?

What's happened? Why don't you like
each other any more?

No, no, we do, we do.

I have a special place on the paper.

Yeah, cos of the colour
of your skin.

Yes, actually.
They're very careful around me,

which is good, because being careful
can lead to just being.

That's the best excuse
for selling out I've ever heard.

I think... we should get
a dog walker.

I'm walking Rocco.

How long's that going to last,
darling? 55 days.

CLEM LAUGHS

How was it for you, Nick?

Sorry, what?

Saying goodbye to Clem?

Did you stay and do her room?

HE SIGHS No, sorry.

So you didn't linger?

Straight back on the M40.

I CANNOT drink in the daytime.

No, I love it.

A drink in the daytime?
Thanks for lunch, my darling girl.

We'll always be friends, won't we?

Of course.
It's only eight weeks, darling.

That's not it.

I have to tell you something.

Where is she?
Women always do better goodbyes.

Here she comes. Oh?

Oh, bye, Julia.

See you later. Cheers, mate.

ROCCO BARKS
DAN: Good boy!

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Maya, there's, erm...

There's something
I have to tell you.

HE EXHALES

Um... babe?

It's the hardest thing
I've ever had to say.

Maya?

Maya, what...?

Maya?

Maya? Maya?

M-Maya?

Maya?

SHE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

OK, OK.

Maya?

Dad?!

It's all right.
It's OK, Dan, it's OK.

DAN GRUNTS
Dan, it's OK. Take Rocco,

go into the garden,
stay there till I call you.

Daddy? Maya? Maya? Go, Dan, now!
Go on.

All right. All right, Maya.

Hey, easy, easy.

SHE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

Hey. OK.

OK, OK, OK.

It's all right. All right.
Maya? Maya?

Maya, it's OK. It's OK.