All language subtitles for Silent.Witness.S26E07.WEB

For years, visitors to Elmwood
Hall have been able to ride

on this historic
heritage train line.

Now, thanks to the vision
of the Stratton family,

the whole region will benefit
from the creation in its place

of a new high-speed rail link.

Today will be the old
train's final journey.

This high-speed link will
connect our community,

my community, with London
and the rest of the country.

This is what levelling
up looks like.

APPLAUSE

Go on, Bob.

I wasn't born rich. Um...

I came to this house
through my wife, Charlotte,

who was born and
sadly died here.

My son, daughter and I
will be saying goodbye

to a part of their
heritage, but,

through our mayor, the force
of nature that is Hannah Coles,

I have come to see that this is
the future, and not just for us,

but for the whole community.

I've done my best to be
a custodian of this land.

It's up to you now. Thank you.

Well done, Bob.
Where is she, then?

Who? Your daughter.

Frankie agreed to stay away.

I'd have thought her and her protest
mob wouldn't have missed this.

I cannot leave without
thanking my husband, Malcolm.

Malcolm has had his
own trials of late,

long Covid, and being married to
me would be a challenge for anyone,

but, uh, I would
like to thank him

for the years of
support he's given me.

We have with us business leaders

and investors excited
to be part of the new

Elmwood Estate Enterprise Zone.

And, of course, Sid Henderson,

our own MP, who has helped
me steer through all that

lovely government red tape.

How did she persuade
you to sell, Bob?

There's no story here.

You suddenly selling up the family
pile to our unstoppable mayor,

that's not a story?

PROTESTORS CHANT

To those who believe you
are serving the environment

by opposing this line, remember
that people here need jobs,

especially now, and
that trains are the most

carbon-efficient
form of transport.

PROTESTORS CHANT

Just ignore them. Let's
get on the train, now.

CHANTING: No new
line! No new line!

To think Frankie
arranged all this.

You must be very proud.

Right.

Just ignore them.

Not surprised you want
to sell this place, Bob,

must hold some pretty
bad memories for you.

What's she talking about?

He said it himself.

His wife died in that house.

Look, Bob is a good man
doing the right thing.

Why don't you print that?

Did you know our mayor here
stands to gain personally?

Her husband, Malcolm,
is a shareholder in

the enterprise
development company.

That's rubbish.

Hannah?

Can we find somewhere quiet to
sit down and talk about this?

Please, Bob.

It would mean a lot to me.

This programme contains some scenes
which some viewers may find upsetting

CHANTING: No new
line! No new line!

No new line! No new line!

CHANTING CONTINUES

No! Ugh! Get off me!

No!

HE STRAINS Help!

Ugh!

Argh!

No!

HE SCREAMS

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silencium

♪ Testator silens... ♪

GABRIEL: I thought you were at the
inquest for the Kent lorry deaths.

NIKKI: Postponed. Again.

How are you getting on?

Most of the injured have been
taken to hospitals in the area.

We're waiting for first responders
to give us the all clear,

and then hopefully we can go in.

How many fatalities?

They're saying two so far,
over 13 wounded, some critical.

I only spoke briefly
with the SIO.

Do they know what happened?

Seems a section of the
tunnel roof collapsed.

Do you need me to come up?

We'll be fine.

I'll call you later. OK.

Bye.

FAINT CHATTER

I suppose this is one of your
lot to sabotage the deal?

You think I had something
to do with this?

Part of the roof collapsed,
it was an accident.

You said you wouldn't
come here today.

You said you'd
respect my decision.

You all right? Yeah.

Cara's mum, Aoife, we had
some catching up to do,

and she doesn't
like to drink alone.

Rule number one - never
drink whisky after midnight.

OK.

How are you doing?

Cara said you'd
seen your family.

Oh, I saw Rivka.

And there was a moment I thought
it would be different. Mm-hm.

But then she refused
to speak to me.

Ah. Well, give it time.

I don't think time
will help with this.

Look, it's difficult for
outsiders to understand,

but this is... this
is it now. Mm-hm.

He looks how I feel.

And he didn't see
what I just saw.

These are my colleagues,
Jack Hodgson and Velvy Schur.

Yeah, I've got
previous with this one.

It's good to see you again,
Jill. You too, Mr Hodgson.

Gentlemen, I think we're
just about ready for you.

Who are they?

Oh, it's our local
Swampy tribute act.

They've been protesting for months,
camped in the fields over there.

They haven't caused too
much trouble, to be fair.

You mean until now?

Excuse me.

I have respect for them.

Really? Why?

Giving up their lives
for their beliefs.

Could you do that?
I did do that.

That's why I'm here.

I just seem them as spoilt,
middle-class kids. Sorry.

I think they turn people off.

To heal the world, it's not
enough just to do your duty,

you have to persuade the
rest of your society.

Maimonides?

No.

I think it's Harry Styles.

Hmm.

She can't be!

I was just with her,
it's not possible.

Hannah!

His wife's one of the
dead. Hannah Coles.

She was the one who pushed
through the whole development.

We can't rule out
this being deliberate.

We're waiting on CTU.

I'll check with Gold Command.

Hard hats.

You got hats?

You're hurt. There are medics.

No, it's nothing. I was
helping people off the train.

Ah. Fell off the carriage.

Trevor? Trevor, are you OK?

You need to go to
hospital to be assessed.

That woman in the
train, was she dead?

She's the one who
started this whole thing.

Save your tears.

Did you both make
police statements?

Don't tell him anything.

They're just cops in
different clothes. Come on.

JACK: We've got the all clear.

Amazing.

I'm fine, I told you.
Just let me do my job.

This is the one you found
hiding in the toilets? Yes.

That's incredibly dangerous.

This whole scheme was
dodgy from day one,

goes against all
planning policy.

I'm a journalist, I've
a right to be here.

I'm the police. It's my
job to make this place safe

and see you get treated. Can
you get her seen, please?

Yes.

Hannah Coles is dead, isn't she?

Is she the target
for this thing?

What thing? She had enemies.

OFFICER: I'm not
gonna tell you again.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

What's that?

Cruciform card - time found,
location, who certified death.

What's all this broken glass?

Bottles. The Elmwood heritage
line was more of a booze cruise.

Stratton got an alcohol
license... somehow.

He was doing anything he could to
raise cash to keep the estate going.

What caused those, do you think?

You could swap pointless speculation
or wait for the evidence.

He loves your questions, really.
He's just playing hard to get.

Injuries to the right heel.

A few more photos, then
we'll get her to the Lyell.

The development
will still go ahead.

Is that what you want?

Really? Nothing's changed.

This place is crippling us.

But it's not just about us, Dad.

This line will destroy the
land and kill all the animals

just to line some
fat cats' pockets.

We were the last piece
standing in their way.

Now... Your mother would...

Mum would've been right here...

..with me, protesting.

PHONE VIBRATES

It's Philip.

Get him here.

You're going to the hospital.
We can meet him there.

I want him to take me,
at least he listens.

COUGHING

This is what you wanted, right?

Me?

What are you talking about?

Not quite the headlines
we were looking for.

We want people to see the damage
they're doing to this planet.

What, you think
this was his fault?

What, you think he did this?

"Make them feel the pain."
That's what you preach.

Oh, poor little rich girl.

Bravely protesting, from the
safety of her stately home.

You don't know anything about
me or where I've come from.

Growing up, we had
nothing, we were penniless.

Then we inherited this place.

Ugh.

Sit.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Stuart Raynott.

Looks like the tunnel
collapsed on this side.

He wouldn't have seen it
until the last minute.

It's only this
section. That's lucky.

If it had gone at the top of
the arch, where the keystone is,

the whole thing
would've come down.

Jack?

Jack! What?

I think there's a
body down there.

Really?

Detective Inspector,
you need to see this!

The body of Hannah Coles
has been found on the train.

The unstoppable Hannah Coles.

She was a big deal, right?

Put that place on the map.

Apparently.

Says here she was in the running
to be the next metro mayor.

Her husband survived?

He has minor injuries, same
as the MP on the train.

That's not why I called.
Can you do her postmortem?

Shouldn't you do it as
the attending pathologist?

Given who she is, I think
there'll be significant

pressure to know how she died
sooner rather than later.

Most train crash deaths are the
result of trauma due to impact.

Unless you're telling me
you instinctively feel

she died of other causes?

I'm not feeling anything,
instinctively or otherwise.

Experience tells me this
requires deeper investigation.

I've got to go.

LINE BEEPS

Interview!

She's staying?

JACK: Sliced in half.

Poor man.

A shoe.

The bottom half of the body
appears to have tumbled forward

with the momentum of the train,
leaving the torso behind.

I'll get you some
more lights. Thanks.

Can I go under the train
and get a closer look?

What? I've never met anyone
quite so eager to do the things

most people would
run a mile from.

HE SCREAMS

Excuse me!

What happened to
her, Hannah Coles?

I heard the police say
it looked suspicious.

Did they? If it's
true, it's huge.

What could have happened to her?

I refuse to speculate
with my colleagues,

what makes you think I'm
going to do it for your phone?

Uh.

Hmm.

Is that a phone?

If it is, bag it.

HE GRUNTS

HE SNIFFS

Velvy? I've nearly got it.

Stay exactly where you are.

I'm getting the... Don't move!

Everybody clear the
tunnel and the train!

Get right back!
Call the bomb squad!

What are you talking about?

Just stay still.

Stay very still.

You're lying on a bomb.

Who's in charge? DI Raymond.

DI Raymond? Yes.

Detective Superintendent
Gibbs, Counter Terrorism.

You've got a cat A situation.

We've got forensics
in the tunnel.

They called it in?

Suspected bomb.

There are two good
men down there.

Do me a favour and get
them out, will you?

You should get out
of here, Anthony.

No, I'm coming with
you. You need a CT scan.

This place is
crawling with cops.

It's only a matter of time before
they point their fingers at you.

Come on. I've got
you. This way, sir.

Is this something to do
with you and your lot?

What? The bomb they
found in the tunnel?

Seriously?

Seriously. My friends
are down there.

Your friends are down there?

That man you were
helping earlier...

My dad.

He thinks I'm involved, too.

He was on the train, wasn't he?

You think I'd risk his life?

That's the thing
about believers.

They don't always care who
dies for their beliefs.

Frankie?

I saw it on the news.

I can't believe it.

What happened?

Dad got hurt. He's
in the tent now.

Velvy.

Jack.

I think Jack just saved my life.

I did think about leaving
you down there down there.

You've been cut. Huh?

Come on.

Let's get that seen to.

We were the first
into the tunnel.

Are there many dead?

I-I don't know.

Christ, if anything
had happened to you...

Hannah is.

I saw her body, Philip.

Does Dad know?

He blames me.

It's written all over him.

I should feel worse, I know,
but Hannah manipulated him.

There's no way he'd have sold if
she... Stop torturing yourself.

Frankie Stratton. I understand
you have information

about what happened.

Can you just give her a minute?
I'll need you to make a statement.

Of course.

What is it?

This isn't how it
was meant to be.

Bruising and grazes
to the forehead,

consistent with impact.

Petechial haemorrhages
around the eyes and ears.

Further bruising to the
neck, shoulders and chest.

There are a number of bruises
to the right upper arm

and scratches to the
forearm. KNOCKING

We initially thought it
was structural failure

in that section of the tunnel.

It was an explosive device.

Only partly detonated.

Some of the charge
didn't go off.

What about the fertiliser?

We'll know more when
we test what's left.

And the body in the tunnel,
possible perpetrator?

Male, 50s maybe?

Old army fatigues.

He was cut in half by the train.

He was wearing this pin.

An Operation Banner
commemoration pin.

He served in
Northern Ireland. Mm.

Maybe he was targeting
someone on the train,

maybe he was working
with the protestors?

What do you need
from down there?

Everything and anything that
can be used as a detonator.

Velvy thought he saw a
phone under the train.

With some older phones,

you can hack into it to
get access to the battery

and link that to the device.

When the robot's checked it's safe,
we'll see what we can find. OK.

We'll start checking any
local farms or estates

that could have stored
that amount of fertiliser.

Who do you think's
done this? Well...

..with an MP on board,
government officials,

high-profile businesspeople...

So you think they could
have been the targets?

Hannah Coles had
apparently received

a number of death threats
over the development.

There's easier ways of
killing someone than using

half a tonne of fertiliser.

I think they were going for
the tunnel not the people.

Or both. PHONE VIBRATES

Nikki?

Jack, what's going on?

I'm with Cara. Are you all OK?

Yeah, we're all good.

Blood pressure
might be up a bit.

He's OK. They're all OK.

Cara sends you her love.

Jack, is Gabriel with you?

Yep.

Nikki wants a word.

Nikki?

Is this to do with
the Hannah Coles PM?

Yeah, I'm not finished, but, um,
there's some fingertip-type bruising

on her right arm and petechial
haemorrhages around her eyes.

And there's some faint
bruising to the neck,

overlaying the sternocleidomastoid
muscles bilaterally.

I'll send you
photos of the scene

to correlate the
position of the body

with the dynamics
of the collision.

But you get what I'm saying?

That Hannah Coles wasn't killed
as a result of the train crash.

Trust your instincts, Gabriel.
You should have them more often.

All right, we're
ready for you now.

Thank you.

OK. Thank you.

They murdered
Hannah, didn't they?

Frankie and her friends.

Does my daughter really
hate me that much?

Come on, Dad.

She loves you. We both do.

Hey...

Hey, hey, hey.

Steady.

Dad.

You and Hannah...

What was she to you, Dad?

You think I've been
an idiot, don't you?

I knew what Hannah wanted,
and I gave into it, but...

..that's what you do
for people you love.

Y-You loved her?

I never thought I'd be
close to anyone ever again.

You told me there
was no-one after Mum.

You deserve to be
happy. It's just...

Why Hannah?

I've let you down. No.

Yes, you, Frankie, your mother.

You should have left Elmwood
years ago, Philip, we all should.

We should never have come.
We don't belong there!

See, that's why I agreed to
sell. Just to get rid of it all.

Get me out of here - now.

Of course.

Post...

..mortem.

No?

Ah, mortem.

There you go, she's
in here. Thank you.

Ah.

Nice that you're
learning to sign.

I didn't really
get the hang of it.

When Cara was wee, they
told me not to sign,

to encourage her to lip-read.

Another thing I got wrong.

She's doing OK, yes?

Not too much bother?

I hear she's helping
Professor Folukoya?

Gabriel, yes, he's working on a
new theory about time of death.

And how much is
she getting paid?

I mean, I can't have my
daughter being... exploited...

I'm sorry...

Oh!

Sorry, Nikki.

Couldn't resist.

Yes, with a consultancy firm.

They've offered me
an executive role.

I mean, someone
has to be earning

while my daughter is enslaved
in the morgue, right?

We should invite Nikki
to Jack's for dinner.

He won't mind.

See you later.

COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING

What's going on?

Everything's fine.

I'm on it. Are you all right?

I'm OK.

Where are you now?

You need to go back.

Yeah, yeah. I'm leaving now.

I'll call you.

What are you doing?

You're a hero.

You helped people off the train.

It was a bomb, did you know?

Get rid of it. No,
no. I'm a journalist.

I just want everyone to know
what you did. Delete it. Now.

HE COUGHS

I'm glad your friends are OK.

Do you know what happened?

Who planted the bomb?

Not something I'd be able
to talk about if I did.

Tell me something, Professor,

when you present evidence,
do people accept it as fact?

Depends.

Evidence can be interpreted
in a number of ways.

Isn't the truth the truth?

Are we talking criminal
evidence here or climate change?

I try and make people see what
we've done, where we're heading for.

I'm sure it's frustrating.

And it must make you very angry.

And even those who do believe
the science - me, for instance -

are any of us
really doing enough?

You think I don't understand
the real world, right?

I'm not criticising your cause.

It's people like me,
we say the right thing,

we recycle and everything.

But we won't do any
of the tough stuff.

Do you think one of
your fellow protestors

took matters into
their own hands

to get us all to listen?

If you know anything...

Last night, there was
lots of talk about

what we would do,

how we should do it.

And someone said that we
should blow the train sky-high.

And...

..I laughed and agreed.

And then...

..here we are.

Thank you. No problem.

You were there at the tunnel.

My wife, Hannah, was
killed in the crash.

Nobody's talking to me.

I'm sorry.

Truly, all I know

is that my colleague is
doing the postmortem.

We were about to sit
down, and then...

..this noise...

I reached out to break my fall.

I knew at once I'd
dislocated my shoulder.

When I woke up, there
were people everywhere.

They carried me away.

But I knew...

I knew Hannah was dead.

You shouldn't be
on your own, sir.

Can I call someone for you?

You married?

Yes.

Can you imagine
life without her?

The bomber put the
IED into the tunnel,

fed the wire up through here.

Careful there.

And detonated it from here.

I thought you said this area had
been sealed off? It was, why?

Hey!

Stay with the detonator.

Any luck? No.

But you need to see this.

OK.

Jack, this area
hasn't been checked.

The police are on their way.

It'll be fine. SHE SCOFFS

Looks like the man we found under
the train, wouldn't you say?

If the train line
development had gone through,

all of this land
would've been sold.

Meaning this man would
have lost his home.

Not much of a home, is it?

God, did he really live here?

So that's it.

Some old soldier
blew up the tunnel?

Maybe he'd taken up
with the protestors.

Maybe.

But, as we know, Hannah Coles
didn't die in the crash.

Likely someone strangled her.

Sergeant John Michael Pryor.

MOD sent over his
service details.

Operation Banner, Northern Ireland.
Operation Agricola, Kosovo, 2007.

Court-martialled for drug
offences that same year.

You can start removing
the clothes now, Velvy.

His time in Northern
Ireland would suggest

he'd have knowledge of the type
of HME we found in the tunnel.

There are abrasions on
the back of the head.

Most likely caused by
hitting the stone chippings

on the ground as he fell.

Rendering him unconscious?

Hard to tell, but it might explain
why he didn't move from the track.

It doesn't explain this
bruising on his face, though.

John Pryor was well
known to the Strattons.

He and Bob Stratton served in
the Hampshire Fusiliers together.

When Pryor left jail, he went
to live in that little camp

year-round, in the
grounds at Elmwood.

Is this a shotgun pellet?

Looks like it.

CT scan confirms it.

Lots of them.

The spread of the pellets suggests
that he was shot at a distance.

And this dried blood
running down his leg...

Suggests he was
upright at the time.

Very good.

The spread of the pellets
also discounts the possibility

of him shooting himself.

So someone came into
the tunnel and shot him?

Frankie, have you seen Trevor?

I saw him at the hospital.

They were also looking for him.

Who?

Police, doctors, everyone.

Maybe he's been arrested.

You heard him the other night.

"Let's blow up the train.
Everyone inside it."

He didn't mean it. You
know what he's like.

And what about you?

Did you mean it, Anthony?

Or did you just want to
wind us all up so tight

that someone went all the way?

You know he's married, right?

I know.

The curved graze on his cheek...

..and the linear
bruising on his chest

suggests that he was attacked with
some form of blunt instrument.

There's a slight pattern
to the edge of it.

Butt of the gun?

Possibly. Huh.

So, he was hit
after he was shot?

Well, given that he was
shot from a distance,

and we know that he was standing

from the direction of the
blood trail on his legs,

it's likely that the injuries to
his chest, face and back of the head

were the ones that
incapacitated him afterwards.

So, yes, I'd say that he
was hit after he was shot.

We need to find that shotgun.

Ah, superglue method. Mm-hm.

Found any fingerprints
yet? Uh-uh.

Still no sign of that
phone you thought you saw.

I did see it.

This man, John
Pryor, he was shot,

and then hit hard in the
head, maybe with a shotgun.

And then he was cut
in two by the train?

Answered to the name of Lucky.

So, who set off the bomb?

Could have been on
a timer or remote.

Or maybe whoever came down
to shoot him detonated it.

So, who was trying to stop who?

Indeed. Hello.

Did Cara tell you her mum paid
a surprise visit yesterday?

Yes. She came to
take her shopping.

I think.

What?

Nothing.

Aoife not what you expected?

I don't know what I expected.

She's a character,
that's for sure. Sure is.

Just when you think you have a
handle on Aoife, she shape-shifts.

She's very protective of Cara.

And of you.

Oh, dear. Well, that's
a good thing, isn't it?

PHONE VIBRATES

Aoife, how's it going?

Smoke alarms.

Are they going off?

No, but if they were,
Cara wouldn't hear them.

She needs the ones
with strobe lights.

I love that you're letting
her stay with you, Jack.

I just need to know
that she's safe.

You're right. I'll get new ones.

I already did.

I hope that's OK.

Of course it is. Yeah.

All right. See you later.

Bye, Aoife.

A witness statement
says that Mrs Coles

was standing at the
time of her death.

This is where she was found.

There were abrasions
to her right heel.

And her fingernail swabs
were heavily contaminated.

We're trying to
isolate a pure sample.

Any DNA from her clothing hasn't
been matched to a suspect yet.

There was bruising
on her right arm,

suggesting that she'd
been restrained,

petechial haemorrhaging and
Traumatic compression to her neck.

Resulting in her death.

So you're suggesting Mrs Coles

was fighting someone
and trying to get away?

In a carriage full of people?

Did you manage to speak
with Frankie Stratton?

She told me some story about
someone at the campsite

talking about
blowing up the train.

I wasn't sure how to take it.

She gave a statement.
Funnily enough,

she didn't mention
climate protestors

threatening to blow
up locomotives.

I'll follow up. Detectives.

There were two other
protestors when we arrived.

They said that they were helping
people off the rear carriage.

Was one of them this man?

Oh, yes!

Yeah, Barzani's on our
radar - he's trouble.

Goes from protest to protest
trying to escalate things.

Anthony Barzani?

His DNA is on the database.

Yeah, it just come back.

DNA on the watch
worn by Hannah Coles

is a match to Anthony Barzani.

Barzani's DNA was
on Hannah Coles?

Is he capable of this?

Barzani's never met a
fight he didn't like.

Let's pick him up before
he can do any more damage.

Thanks.

Yep, mm-hm.

Yeah, we're not...
That's what I said.

Well, you go for it, Aoife.

Rightio. OK, then.
I'll do that. Yep.

On it. Right, speak later. OK.

Bye-bye.

HE CLEARS THROAT

I think I'm gonna
ask her to move out.

Really? Why?

It's too much.

It's like we're playing
happy families or something.

But you are family. Are we?

She had a kid with my
brother 20 years ago.

Families are messy.

Yeah.

Not exactly the Waltons, are we?

I don't need the mess.

You and Aoife are pretty
much the only family

that Cara's got right now.

Yeah, I suppose so.

We can't get distracted.

Someone is trying to destroy

everything we've worked
so hard to achieve.

MURMURED AGREEMENT

It doesn't change our message.

We're living through
a climate emergency.

It won't stop.

MURMURED AGREEMENT

And neither can we.

They've got the
bulldozers waiting

to replace woodland
with concrete,

a natural carbon
sink hole destroyed.

MURMURED AGREEMENT

And for what?

More pollution.

More destruction to our planet.

A climate endgame.

We are trying to save these
people from themselves.

MURMURED AGREEMENT

The world will survive just
fine, it's us who won't.

HE SPLUTTERS AND COUGHS

The planet is rejecting us.

And who can blame her?

We must stop this.

MURMURED AGREEMENT

Whatever it takes.

No new line!
PROTESTORS: No new line.

No new line!
PROTESTORS: No new line.

No new line!
PROTESTORS: No new line.

CHANTING CONTINUES

Where have you been?

I'm worried about you.

Hospital.

They, uh, released me.

Frankie said you didn't stay.

Yeah, well, she doesn't know
what she's talking about.

HE GRUNTS

What's going on, Trevor?

Just...

..come here, stupid.

Ugh.

Ah!

Trevor?

I love you.

Was it my fault?!

Was it because of
what I told you?

What are you talking about?

Hannah didn't die in the crash.

She was murdered by
someone on that carriage.

The police suspect a protestor,

but, uh, you and I both
know that's not true, right?

What, you think I did it?

I told you that her and Malcolm were
going to get rich off that deal.

Now, you listen to me...

Aw, now, that's the Bob
Stratton I'd like to know about.

Not the gullible weakling.

The strong man, the ex-squaddie,
the one who takes what he wants.

What have I taken?

Does Malcolm Coles know you were
having an affair with his wife?

Malcolm's my friend.

Let's talk about Charlotte, Bob.

Hmm?

She turned this place into a
business when she inherited it.

And you drove it into a ditch.

How did she die?

She had cancer.

Prognosis was over
a year, wasn't it?

She was gone in three months.

No postmortem.

What strings did
you pull for that?

A cremation that same week.

What are you saying?

Is it that confusing?

I'm saying you killed one woman
you weren't good enough for,

and now you've killed another.

Just please stop. I'm saying
you think you own things.

Land, lovers, people.

And you think you can do
whatever you like to them.

I tried to do the right thing!

And failed every time.

JACK: Velvy.

I found some photos

on Frankie Stratton's
social media pages.

Mm-hm.

She posted one on the
anniversary of her mum's death.

I've sent it to you.

It's, uh, Frankie and Philip

with Bob, and their
mum, Charlotte.

The kids don't look very happy
considering it's Christmas.

Only Charlotte's smiling.

She died a week later.

I've just sent you another one.

Sergeant John Pryor.

Pryor taught Frankie
how to shoot. Mm.

Send it to Gibbs and Raymond.

OK. I will.

That's good work, Velvy.

He was wearing these shorts and
he had this thing round his neck.

Must've been his
dad's medallion!

Uh, uh, uh!

It wasn't a medallion!

Ballyknocken Roller
Disco. You remember!

You in a pair of rugby
shorts and this medallion

as big as a dustbin lid.

Nope. No. That's not true.

You fancied the pants off that
sex God skater boy, didn't you?

Mm, yeah.

Not so much dancing,

more skating round and
round with music...

..in an old warehouse.

You children don't
know what fun is.

Ancient history, eh?

Doesn't feel like it,
though, does it? Ah, no.

Not for me, thank you. No?

I gotta get some sleep. I'm
up early in the morning.

House-hunting in Putney.

Hmm, nothing closer?

There's just so little
around at the minute.

Well, you can stay here
as long as you need.

It's good for her to have
us both around, I think.

It's good for me, too.

Goodnight, Uncle Jack.

Goodnight, Aoife.

Goodnight.

Have you time for
some breakfast?

Uh, no, I said I'd
be there by 8.00.

Is Cara still asleep?

Teenagers, huh?

Mm.

I saw Nikki the other
day. She's gorgeous.

Yeah, she is.

So confident.

Well, she wouldn't always
think that, but, yeah.

She doesn't need you, Jack. Huh?

And I think you
need to be needed.

Right.

I've gotta go.

Listen, Cara needs you.

We both need you.

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SHE GASPS

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

Team, take up first
positions and hold.

Hold your positions.

SHE SCREAMS

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silencium. ♪