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I promised Jackie at the golf
course two dozen perennials.

OK. If you get time, have a shift
around in the summerhouse.

I've got this, Claire.

Let me come.

What if it's bad news?

They wouldn't be asking you to
come up if everything was fine.

If it's bad news, I have to face it.

And you need to look after
this place.

COUGHS

COUGHS

BREATHES RAGGEDLY

MUFFLED SHOUTING

BREATHES QUICKLY

CAR DOOR CLOSES

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

DOOR CREAKS

CLATTER

Hello?

DRIPPING

DOOR CLOSES

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Alice. Dad, listen.

I spoke to Mum. She'd love you
to come along later.

Right! And then you took
the thumbscrews off!

Honestly, she's really touched
you want to come.

Where are you?

I'm just showing one of the
new builds off Weaver Common.

Bloody Jasper left
the back door open.

OK. I'll see you at Mum's at seven.

Don't be late.

Thanks, Alice.

SWITCH CLICKS

PANTS SOFTLY

CLATTER

GROANS

GASPS

What's that David Bowie song?
A New Career In A New Town.

I was thinking more Radiohead.

"I live in a town
where you can't smell a thing."

You all right? Sorry.

Jack and...

LAUGHS

..Nikki? Sorry, last names are
lost to time,

memory, and Chardonnay, probably.

DCI Jane De Freitas,
if I'm not mistaken.

Oh. Now you're showing me up.

And she's Detective Superintendent.

Oh, sorry.

Headlines, please, Nick.

Erm, victim is 60-year-old
estate agent Philip Chalmers.

He's in the upstairs bathroom.

Who found the body?
His daughter Alice.

He was due at a family engagement,

she came to find him
when he didn't show.

Do we know precisely

what she touched
and didn't touch inside?

Thought you'd want to hear it
from the horse's mouth.

We can be sure
she doesn't go anywhere.

Thanks, Jane. Yeah.

Uh, Nick,
I left my Red Bull in the car.

Would you fetch it for me, please?

Thanks.

Don't mind DC Whelan.
second week out of uniform,

first time at a murder.

Ah, he's learning from the best.

It's good to see you again,
despite the circumstances.

Likewise.

Oh... I always had a feeling
you two would end up together.

She hasn't changed. How did she know?

She was into profiling, remember?

Yeah.

Signatures, tells, body language.

He wears elbow patches, he must
be a serial killer. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, I thought it was impressive,
the way she figured out

the sniper was actually two snipers.

I thought WE did that.

Stairs look promising.

I'll meet you up there. Mm-hm.

DOG BARKS

Claire. Hi, Harry.

Thanks for letting me stay.
Don't be daft. Come in.

Er, make yourself at home.
I've just put the kettle on.

Got something?

Sorry, mate.

You're fine.
Lock might've been picked.

Scratches on there.

Killer or victim's?

Or neither.

DNA might help,

or if someone's got 20
Litchfields about their person.

Professor Philip Chalmers.

Fellow of the Association
of British Architects.

Lofty credits for an estate agent.

Anything from downstairs?

Looks like the back door was picked.

Working theory they let themselves in

and lay in wait up here.

Great thing about making
Detective Super is

you can pick your cases.

You fancied this one for yourself?

Yeah, I did.
Soon as I heard the highlights.

The profiling implications
of these facial injuries...

..rage,

depersonalisation,

suggesting paradoxically
a very personal motive.

My insights are
a little more mundane.

At least at this stage.

Well, I'll take 'em anyway.

The injuries are multiple
and severe,

but quite distinctive.

Possibly made by some
sort of double-pronged tool.

Yeah. Claw hammer.

Well, in all likelihood.

In all likelihood.

You haven't changed.
PHONE BUZZES

That's a good thing, right?

Your last email filled in so
many blanks, I can't tell you.

Good.

I'm glad.

Once I start, I can't stop.

Ah! That's writing - feast or famine.

Thanks.

COUGHS

Yeah. Good thing is, since
we've been working on this,

the market for long form
has blown up.

OK.

Yeah, I don't wanna tempt fate,
but when it's ready,

there's a good chance
we can place this thing

with the Observer or...

DEVICE BEEPS
..the Sunday Times.

Wow, that'd be amazing.

Look, Harry, is it OK if we...?

Uh...don't do a session tonight?

Yeah.

I'm just tired
and I'm worried about tomorrow.

Sure.

Um...

It's totally understandable.
DEVICE BEEPS

And by the way,

my offer to drive you in
in the morning still stands.

Oh, no. It's fine. Thanks.

DOORBELL RINGS

Ah, pizza.

DOOR OPENS

LOW CONVERSATION

DOOR CLOSES

Thanks.

Sorry about this.

It'd be helpful to know
where you went in the house,

what you touched, if that's OK?

Sure.

Did you go into the back garden?

No. No, but I noticed
the back door was open.

When? As you came into the house?

How did you get in?

The front door was open,

well, you know, on the latch.

Uh-huh.

Did your dad smoke, Alice?

What brand? Litchfields.

Litchfields. Thanks.

What about
when you found your father?

Um... So I went over to him.

I crouched next to him...

..and I knew he was dead
but I took his pulse anyway.

Where? Um, his wrist.

His right wrist.

Thanks.

Alice, um...

I just spoke to your father's
boss on the phone,

and the appointment
wasn't in his diary.

OK.

Did your dad say anything about
the person he was meeting?

What about any
disgruntled customers?

Someone get gazumped?

Dad just did the estate agent
work to pay the bills.

He wasn't too involved.

DOG BARKS

GASPS

RUSTLING

You're very quiet tonight.

Long day, that's all.

You sure?

I'm not stupid, you know.

I know you've been on edge

ever since McNiece was
granted a hearing.

That's fair enough, isn't it?

It's totally fair enough,
considering what he did.

Hmm?

The attempted murder
of a prison officer?

There's almost no way
he can get parole.

Almost.

What set you off?

Doesn't matter.

I just thought I saw...

Left you a bottle of mineral water.

Oh! Uh...

KEYS JANGLE

In case you come back and I'm out.

Oh.

Thanks, Harry.

For everything.

Night. Night.

OK. Duly noted.

Next.

Look, if people still drank port

instead of green tea with lemon,

this part would slay them.

It's not funny. That's what
you're trying to tell me?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Not a good time, Eva.

Yeah, well,
I need to speak to you, Oliver.

Sorry, Kirsten,
can you give us a minute?

Is this you stamping your foot, Eva?

DOOR CLOSES

I hope not, because I've been
more than generous...

Philip Chalmers has been murdered.

Who the hell is Philip Chalmers?

What can this possibly have
to do with us?

Well, a brutal murder means
an extensive investigation.

And who knows where that might lead?

SCOFFS

You're not serious?

Or what it might uncover.

Yeah. I genuinely think you're
worrying about nothing, Eva,

but thanks.

He was bludgeoned to death, Oliver.

Just like those dealers.

PHONE BUZZES

Who is it?

He's called three times
this morning,

and he hasn't phoned in five years.

There's no way that is
a coincidence.

Listen, find out what he wants
and get rid of him.

I'm still paying you, aren't I?

Morning!

Morning.

We've processed the shoeprint
evidence at the scene...

..and we're reasonably
confident these two prints

coming down the stairs
belong to the killer.

They're partials,
so no size, I'm afraid.

Brand? TBC.

The waffle pattern suggests
trainers or the like.

I've got some running shoes
with treads like that.

What were you doing
yesterday afternoon?

JACK CHUCKLES
I had that personnel thing.

It was a joke, Nick.

Oh.

OK. Chalmers' phone.

I've accounted
for every incoming call

bar one he received at 4:45pm.

Right before he left the office
for the new build?

Mm-hm. The call was made from
a payphone in the Surrey Hills.

Local SOCOs are processing
for prints and DNA,

but it is a needle in a haystack.

It's a needle in a stack of needles.

A needle in a haystack,
you know it when you find it.

I like your analogy better.

No CCTV? The phone box

may well have been selected
for that reason.

Could you look at calls
on or shortly before

Friday, March 12th?

Sure. Why?

We just spoke
to one of Chalmers' managers

at the estate agency.

A man came to speak
to Chalmers on the 12th.

Said he hadn't been returning
his calls,

and Chalmers hustled him out
pretty quick.

Wasn't a customer?

But Chalmers and the man
went on to have a conversation

on the pavement for a few minutes.

So not a customer
and not a stranger,

by the sounds of it?

If I'm turning
a phone number into an ID,

it would be good to have
a description.

Staff said the unwanted visitor
was mid-30s,

casually dressed,
possibly Asian heritage.

The body is that of an adult male

appearing approximately
the recorded age of 60.

No decomposition changes are noted.

This is a particularly
brutal attack.

Feels personal, doesn't it?

Possibly why he was lured
to the new build. No-one about.

They could take their time.

The injuries appear to be paired,

linear,
almost rectangular lacerations

with a clear skin bridge
between them.

Like a claw hammer?

Could be.

Though these marks

are asymmetrical.

One slightly broader
and blunter than the other.

Looks to be tiny chips
in this wound...

..consistent with the damaged
bathroom tiles at the scene.

On the back of the head,

there's a circular blue bruise...

..roughly 3cm in diameter.

What does that tell you?

It's consistent

with the face of the hammer,
rather than the claw.

Which came first? Well, possibly

this was the first blow,

leaving him vulnerable
to continuing assault.

It's possible that the assailant

was shorter than Chalmers,

given that this blow
is just above the neck.

OK. With bludgeoning attacks,

assailants typically aim
for the crown of the skull.

This one certainly did
once Chalmers was down.

I noticed

a lack of defensive wounds
on his hands at the scene.

There are also no defensive
wounds on his forearms.

Unusual, given the ferocity
of the attack.

The mucosa of the mouth is firm
and feels fibrotic.

There is submucosal fibrosis
of the oesophagus and stomach.

Similar in appearance
to that in the mouth -

grey in colour and firm to the touch.

Cumulatively, it suggests

a serious older injury
from something in the lumen.

Likely cause?

I'd say he ingested
some kind of caustic agent.

That could've taken many forms.

Liver is pale, firm and nodular.

And cirrhotic. Most common
cause is alcohol excess.

So he graduated from booze
to something much stronger?

There's got to be
a story there, right?

How about you walk Alice
Chalmers through your findings?

Nick'll be there.

If she's got questions,
which she might,

you'd be best placed
to answer them.

Sure.

SIREN BLARES IN BACKGROUND

Thanks for making the trip, Claire.

Sure it's not easy when
you've got a business to run.

It's OK.

My sister's taking care of things.

Right.

In safe hands, then?

Safe-ish.

Go on. Lay it on me.

CLEARS HER THROAT
We have had the results back

on your tests, Claire,

and...I'm sorry to say that,

in addition to your asthma,

they reveal the presence
of mesothelioma,

a type of cancer.

As I say, I am so very sorry
to break this news to you.

This is a rare cancer, and even
rarer for someone your age.

CRYING AND BANGING

It is a cancer that occurs
in the thin layer of tissue

surrounding the lungs.

I'm afraid mesothelioma is
an incurable condition.

The next steps will be to look
at treatments that can shrink,

control and contain the cancer
for a period of time,

but it is, to be completely candid,

all about managing symptoms,
rather than finding a cure.

I'm not crying...Dr Marchant.

Your father had some unusual
scarring in his mouth.

Did he ever mention it to you?

Yes.
He had these terrible ulcers

and he found some
ridiculous advice online

about gargling with caustic fluid.

That's how he explained it
at the time?

What happened
to your father, Alice?

He's got this great career
as an environmental scientist,

overseeing planning
and development across the UK

and beyond,

then it all falls apart.

It was the drinking,

although he couldn't see that.

It was so frustrating.

In what way?

Well, he drank as a way of coping,

and then he drank a lot
when things went wrong

but they were actually,
still salvageable, you know?

OK.

It's like he would...

..crash the car to avoid the
responsibility of driving it.

Your father also had
some internal scarring,

suggesting he'd ingested
the caustic fluid.

Is there any possibility

that he could have done that
deliberately?

If it was a suicide attempt...

..it begs the question
what triggered it?

After the divorce he was sad,

he was bitter sometimes,

but, um, suicidal...?

OK.

Thank you, Alice.
I haven't helped very much.

That's OK.

Is there any way
I can get into his flat?

Cos I need to start sorting out
his possessions.

Cos no-one else is going to.
We're processing it today,

and we'll let you know
as soon as we're done.

Thank you. Thank you.

My mum and my brother,
they seem so uninterested.

They're so cold.

Perhaps they're in shock?

No. I think they gave up on him
so long ago

that his death is meaningless.

Not to you.

I don't think
they even care who killed him.

You know, my father,
he did have his troubles,

but he was gifted and interesting...

..and even clever people
have their demons.

DI WHELAN EXHALES

A tumour?

You told me they wouldn't have got me
up here if it was good news.

Oh, my God. Tina...

Oh, my God!

Tina, come on,
please, just take a breath.

There's lots that they can do
to...to slow it down

and shrink it, contain...

Yeah, but they can't
make it go away!

I need you to be positive, OK?

I can't do this without you.

OK.

I'm sorry.

Did you tell them about Heron Point?

No, not yet.

Why not?

Keeping our powder dry.

That's what Harry says, is it?

It's what I say.

Where are you?

I've gone to B&Q.

We've run out of potting compost.

Well, that's something
to cry about, isn't it?

BIG BEN CHIMES

Eva, Eva!

That same harried look
that concealer can't conceal.

What can I do for you, Bruce?

How is the junior minister?

He never writes, he never calls.

Well, you know what it's like
in office.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

No rest for the wicked.

Running a clapped-out council

hardly equates
to the corridors of power.

The mighty Home Office...

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I running
over my allotted time?

It's a busy morning.

Busy morning, my arse.

I gave you your break, Eva.
Oliver too.

You're as faithless
and fair weather as each other.

"You never make
real friends in politics."

Now, who told me that?
SCOFFS

Speaking of friends...

..pity about old Philip Chalmers,
isn't it?

The esteemed professor
reduced to an estate agent

and now a battered corpse.
Who would do such a thing?

Now, my addled brain
might have gone to...

INHALES
..disgruntled vendor,

vengeful client...

..if it weren't
for a certain Harry Singh.

Oh, don't tell me you haven't
had the pleasure, Eva.

I taught you everything
you fucking know.

So, Singh has been stirring shit...

..and now someone's on the warpath.

Talk to Oliver.

Impress on him
the need for a united front.

The old trio holding the line.

Reassure him.

About what?

My silence.

My contemporaneous notes

never seeing the light of day.

What do you want in return?

Another turn
on the old merry-go-round.

RINGING TONE

Hello.

Ooh, Gary.

It's Meg McGrath.

I...

Hi, Meg.

Colin's not coming in to work today.

I know, I'm covering his shift.

Oh, right.

What can I do for you?

It's just, he's so touchy
and on edge,

and I know it's because of
McNiece getting his hearing,

even though that doesn't mean
he'll get parole...

Can I stop you there?

Uh...

McNiece beat up his cellmate
two months ago,

and I mean badly.

He was charged with GBH

and his parole hearing
was cancelled the same day.

MUFFLED BANGING AND SHOUTING

Open the fucking door!

GLASS BREAKS

BANGING ON DOOR

GEESE HONK

Tell me.

You done?

How did you get on with Alice?

I feel for her.

She was the only one still
flying the flag for her father,

and who hadn't run out of patience.

Reminded you of someone?

I'm not sure how patient I was
with MY dad.

Do you reckon we would've got on?

Ask me an easy one. That bad?

FOOTSTEPS

Hi.

Alice.

Our conversation,
it sparked something.

For the last few years,

I've popped in now and then
to check in on Dad.

And one night, I came to find
that he'd fallen off the wagon,

and he was sat there...

..drinking whisky with a man
I'd never seen before.

MUFFLED ARGUMENT

You... No! I am a good man,

the man you see. You! Don't you...

That is who I am. I'm a good man!

Did you find out who the man was?

But right after that night,
Dad went dark for a couple of weeks.

In what sense?
He just vanished from the flat,

he stopped showing up at work,
answering his phone.

And then, when he resurfaced,

he said he'd been on
some two-week detox in rehab,

but now it's...

The timing, it fits, you see.

The timing?

I think he was in hospital,

recovering from drinking, um...

..the stuff.

So maybe the suicide attempt

was triggered by his row
with this man.

Is there anything else
you can tell us about him?

I just had the feeling

that Dad was trying to convince
him of something. Like...

..of his own worth.

What makes you say that, Alice?

Something I found.
Something Dad showed him.

The man had this in his hand.

It's Lagos, Nigeria.

Dad oversaw
a huge housing project there.

It was a radical development
for its time,

and he was proud to be part of it.

A ton of prints
but only one threw up a match

to someone other than
Philip or Alice Chalmers.

Belongs to a Dennis Weaver,

and he fits Alice's description.

What was he in trouble for?

Trespassing, resisting arrest,
actual bodily harm.

ABH? I'm liking Dennis
more and more.

Last known address is
a hostel in Thamesmead.

So he was a stranger to Alice
but not to her dad.

Weaver and Chalmers had a history?
And you're gonna find it.

Cross-reference, cross-reference,
and did I say cross-reference?

Jack?

You want to bag his clothes
here or at the station?

Here. I even packed him a paper suit.

Ten years ago,

Philip Chalmers was
Environmental Science Officer

at Thamesmead Council.

Dennis Weaver's ABH conviction
was for assaulting

a guard in the lobby
of Thamesmead Council.

What was his beef, do we know?

Not yet, but I've got pictures.

Could you check
again, please? Dennis L Weaver.

I remember Den.

Top bloke.

And you are...?

Gareth.

Gareth Bird.

They got him in the end.

Sorry?

He's dead.

Cancer.

Asbestos.

Buried up at St Mary's.

Grave was untended till yesterday.

Did you see who left these?

Had to be the same person
who tidied the grave, I reckon.

I don't believe in coincidence.

Someone leaving flowers
on Dennis's grave

the day Chalmers was murdered?

Yeah, what were they sorry for?

And does it link to Dennis's
grievance with Chalmers?

You don't happen to have
any CCTV, do you?

Of course.

Detective Superintendent, eh?

TUTS

Least they could do
after that sniper case.

Oh, I got sod all for that.

Letter of commendation.

Oh...

Actually,
I've spent the last nine years

in Counter Terrorism...

..but an HR restructure
spat me out like a lemon.

And here I am.

Do you remember the 2018 plot
to blow up London City Airport?

Sure.

Yeah. I led the team that foiled it.

Nice.

I'm not bragging, you did ask.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Female.

30-ish.

Short dark hair.

Flowers.

Let's see how long she stays.

Hmm...

Almost two hours.

I suppose she did a nice job
on the grave.

She really was sorry.

Didn't Alice say that
Dennis Weaver used an inhaler?

What about her shoes, Jack?
Waffle print?

You find her and I'll tell you.

Oh, hang on.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Piss off, Kirsten.

Kirsten, give us a minute.

Take as long as you like.

SMACK
Whoa!

So she does have a pulse!

What did Morgan-Jones want?

One more turn on the merry-go-round.

A seat on the
Police Authority Commission,

a couple of committees to run.

What, he thinks that's in my gift?
Yeah, he's sure it is.

He's also sure he has enough
leverage to make you play ball.

In the form of what?

A journalist named Harry Singh
visited him, as he did me,

two weeks ago.

Singh is doing a deep dive
into our days

at Thamesmead.

Heron Point in particular.

Jesus Christ, Eva!

Why the hell am I hearing
about this now?!

Well, I was doing my job.

I was protecting YOU.

Chalmers' murder changes everything.

Peace offering.

I'm not eating sugar at the moment.

I think I understand
what the problem is.

You're bored.

The days are long, and you're bored.

Maybe...

Maybe it's time
to think the unthinkable and...

..foster again?

Sure, we're older
but hopefully wiser.

You were always a natural.

Loved them as if they were your own.

Why didn't you tell me that
McNiece had reoffended inside

and that there's no way
he's getting out?

I mean, why didn't you tell
the one person in the world

who loves you more than anything?

Who has to watch you jump at shadows

when we come home from the pub?

Meg...

Who flinches every time you flinch

because of some sense
of screwed-up solidarity

that we don't have?

Well done, Meg.

I can't fault you.

Truly.

Loyalty defined.

All those hours
in surgery waiting rooms,

the disappointments, the setbacks.

You've weathered the storm with me.

SCOFFS
Truly.

Which makes it all the more strange

that you can't look at me...

..properly.

Not even for a second.

That is not true.

Well, then, look at me.

Actually look at me.

That's not fair.

Fair?

All I'm asking
is that you just look at me.

Stop it.

Look at me!

MEG WHIMPERS

MEG GASPS

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

That looks more fun
than my emails from IT.

MOUSE CLICKS

I guarantee it.

WIND CHIMES JANGLE

Colin!

DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES

GROANING

GASPS AND PANTS

DNA from the young woman's inhaler

has not scored a match to
any individual on the database.

There's a "but" coming,
I know there is.

But it has scored a match to
a rather significant cold case.

Thank you.

Unidentified female DNA
was recovered from the scene

of five murders ten years ago

in a tower block in Thamesmead.

The woman's DNA was found
on a beer can.

Five murders?

How were they killed?

They were bludgeoned to death
with a hammer.

How come
I've never heard of this case?

All the deceased had
criminal convictions,

some more extensive than others.

And the case is unsolved?

Reading between the lines,

it seemed the police believed
that another gang

had crept up on them

when they were worse for wear
in the middle of the night.

What about the hammer itself?
Never recovered.

The claw end
was used extensively...

..and the asymmetrical marks
look familiar.

SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER

Hey. Hey. Hey, sweet lady.

Hey, hey.

ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

DISTANT SHOUTING

Stop! Stop it!

Stop!

Where you going? Slag!

SLURRED SHOUTING CONTINUES

They're back.

SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER DOWNSTAIRS

So, the police file on
the Heron Point murders is in.

And get this - the late
Dennis Weaver

was not only living
in the tower block

at the time of the murders,
but was also briefly a suspect.

He was seen holding a baseball
bat near the crime scene.

Sounds pretty compelling.

Except they were killed
with a hammer.

POUNDING DANCE MUSIC

MUSIC INTENSIFIES

POUNDING MUSIC CONTINUES

GROANS
Help...

MAN WHIMPERS

Can you deal
with Morgan-Jones?

Well, it's hard to say
without knowing

what's behind his threats.

The substance, the lack of.

What did he say,
"contemporaneous notes"?

Yeah. Unbelievable.

I've got to win his trust back.

Play on our history.

Spilt milk under the bridge.

OK.

Do it.

Whatever it takes.

I'll tell you
what it will take, Oliver.

A two-year contract,

a pay rise...

LAUGHTER

Oh!

..and a P45 in Kirsten's
pigeonhole.

Come on, Oliver.

It's why you love me.

Philip Chalmers.

I think he ripped up
this business card,

reassembled it with tape,

ripped it up again
and threw it in the bin.

A quick trip to the World Wide Web

yielded a few images
of this Harry Singh,

who fits the description
of the man who...

Paid a visit to Philip Chalmers
at the estate agency.

Let me run these past
the estate agency staff.

Thank you.

The piece is
shaping up, but...

..I'd really like more background

on how you came to be living
in Heron Point...if that's OK?

Me and Tina were in care
for most of our childhood,

you know, bouncing about from
one foster home to another.

We wound up living
in a shelter in Thamesmead.

It was OK...

..but it was strictly night-only.

An eight till eight deal.

So you had nowhere to go
in the daytime?

One day, they told us
the shelter was closing down.

And so were all the shelters
in the area.

Strange. Yeah.

Instead, we were being moved
into Heron Point.

At first, it was...

..like good news.

We were being given our own flat.

Heron Point was hell on Earth.

Only, more dangerous.

The place had been empty for years.

The rats and the pigeons
had taken over.

I still don't get it.

What the hell Thamesmead
thought they were doing,

putting us in there.
PHONE BUZZES

Well, given what we know now...

..we can make a good guess...

Harry Singh.

God.

When?

Er, thank you.

Appreciate you letting me know.

Do you remember that environmental
scientist I tracked down?

The one who signed off
on Heron Point? Philip Chalmers?

Yeah. He's been murdered.

Bludgeoned with a hammer.

Like the gang in Heron Point.
DOORBELL RINGS

DOOR OPENS

LOW CONVERSATION AT DOOR

I'm under no obligation
to disclose that.

Well, if you want to continue
this conversation

at the police station, that's
fine, cos it's on my way home.

Hello?

Excuse me, we need to speak to you.

Stop!

Stop!

I said stop!

Police! Move!

Oi! Watch where you're going!

Oh, shit.

THUNDER RUMBLES

WATER RUNS

THUNDER RUMBLES

TURNS OFF TAP

DOOR CLOSES,
GASPS

GRUNTS

PANTS

BREATHES RAPIDLY

YELLS OUT

ANGUISHED SHRIEK