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You're a bit of a free spirit, aren't you? I
could tell that by the way you were moving.

I'm gonna take such
good care of you.

- Would you like to move in with me?
- Yes.

You drew that?
- Yep, me last girlfriend.

- What's her name?
- Melissa.

- It's the most recent photograph we have. It's
just not like Melissa to vanish without aword.

- Is he violent?
- He tried to strangle me in his sleep.

- You wanna know what happened with me
and Melissa? I killed her in Amsterdam.

I chopped her up, and I put her in a canal!
- (SCREAMS)

- You have to go to the police.
- No. Put you in danger. He went through my address book.

He knows where you live.
- What?

- We're the station's
domestic violence unit.

- Come on, Delia.
- Get off me. Why won't you look at the pictures?

They― They prove he killed Melissa.
- They're just drawings, Delia. They don't prove anything.

- (GASPS)

- Delia, it's Jane Barker. Oh my God, you OK? Delia!
- (GROANS)

- Turn around and put your hands
behind your back!

- I'm afraid it wasn't the news we were
hoping for. Sweeney's been granted bail.

- He'll kill me. I know it.

- Delia, I wanna talk to you.

Get in the house.
- (SCREAMS)

(SIREN WAILS)

- (MONITOR BEEPS) - MAN:
Delia? We need to move. Delia?

ECHOES: Stay with us, love. Stay with us.
- (FLATLINE TONE BLARES)

(MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY,
VENTILATOR WHIRRS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(VENTILATOR WHIRRS STEADILY)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(SCREAMS, ECHOES)

- (MONITOR ALARMS BLARE)
- (CHOKES)

(COUGHS) - (ALARMS
BLARE) - Nice and calm for us.

- WOMAN: You're OK.
- (COUGHS)

- I'm just gonna take this out. It'll be much easier in a second.
- (AIR HISSES, ALARMS BLARE)

- (COUGHS)

(ALARMS STOP)

- Her heart stopped
in the ambulance.

They managed to resuscitate her quick
enough so there wasn't any brain damage,

but she was six hours in theatre, needed 19 units of blood.
- My God. Poor Delia.

- If it wasn't for the boy next door with his baseball
bat, who knows how this would have turned out.

- Why wasn't there a watch
on Delia's place?

- When they called her at work
with the news about Sweeney's bail,

she hung up on them, so they were a
bit in the dark about her whereabouts.

- They should have called me and Tom. We'd
have come straight away if we'd known.

- You have, um, something
of a rapport with Delia, yes?

- A bit of one, maybe.
- I want you to be her family liaison.

We need a statement from her.

Now, she's been taken off the ventilator,
so she should be able to talk soon.

You up for that, Jane?
- (PHONES RING, MEN MURMUR)

- Of course, sir.
- Good woman.

- Do we have any idea
where Sweeney is?

- Not yet, so we're not taking any chances. The
reception staff at the hospital have his description,

there's a 24-hour armed guard
outside ICU,

and Delia's registered
under the name Elizabeth Drake.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- Visitor for you, Elizabeth.

She can understand you fine, but she mustn't
talk. She uses this alphabet board to communicate.

- Right. Thanks.

(MONITORS BEEP STEADILY)

Hello, Delia.

It's WPC Jane Barker.

You might not recognise me
without my uniform.

Well, you― you want this?

Where...

is...

he?

We don't know, but Serious Crime
are pulling out all the stops.

They've got your flat under surveillance.
- (GROANS WEAKLY)

- The police have been to see his parents
in Skelmersdale and his ex-wife's... He...

knows...

Sorry, Delia. You're going too fast.
Uh, Le― Leah? Leah?

Uh...

A― Address? He knows Leah's address?

What? Leah, your friend from work?
- Mm.

- OK, I― I can get a message to the team, and― and they can contact her.
- (GROANS)

- Just so you know, Leah won't be able to
visit. No one can until we've arrested him.

I couldn't believe it when I heard they'd granted Sweeney bail.
- (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

Fuck...

him.

And the horse he rode in on,
eh, Delia?

(MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY)

Um, Delia, we don't have any contact details for your family in America.
- (SIGHS, GROANS)

- What? No, you―
you don't want us to contact them?

Fine old Christmas for you, this is.

I...

wish I...

was...

dead.

(GRIM MUSIC)

Don't say that.

(SIRENS WAIL, RADIO CHATTER)

- (MOANS)

(STAFF MURMUR)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER, SIRENS WAIL)

- There we go.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILS)

(SIREN WAILS, POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- We moved you here
for your own safety.

A hospital porter at St Paul's thought they saw
someone suspicious that matched Sweeney's description.

Uh, Serious Crime looked into it.
They think it was a false alarm.

- Should have let him up
to finish me off.

- Before I take your statement, I've got
a little Christmas something to give you.

It's from Leah. She dropped it off
for you. Shall I open it?

- Well, I can't do it, can I?

- Aw.

Aw, that's lovely.

(SIGHS) There's a card.

(ENVELOPE RUSTLES)

Here we go. 'Dear Delia, thinking of you. I'll
see you as soon as the police say it's OK.'

- I'm ready to give
that statement now.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- (CLEARS THROAT) OK.

- First he hit me with the handle of
the axe, right side of my head. Bash.

- (ROARS) - Gave me a
compound fracture of the skull.

When I fell, I raised my arms to defend myself, and
he brought the axe handle down on me again.Bash.

- (ROARS)

- Fractured the ulna bone in my left
arm, and he hit my right arm. Bash.

- (ROARS)
- (SCREAMS)

He tore two tendons in my arm,

and he got a knife with a long,
dirty blade and stuck it in my chest.

- (GRUNTS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(MEN MURMUR, PHONES RING)

Oh, she didn't hold back, did she?
It's good work.

You look wiped out, Jane. Take a couple of days off.
- I can't do that to her, sir.

- You've been with her every day. Go home. At
least see in the new year with your family.

- Any news on Sweeney?

- No sign of him.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

- Oh, no, I don't watch television.
- It's there if you change your mind.

- When is Jane comin' in?
- Who?

- My family liaison officer.
- I don't know, sorry.

(DOOR SHUTS, MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY)

- Do you think if Mum and Dad knew
what happened, they'd wanna come see me?

- You know Mom won't fly any more, cos of her
chair, and Dad would never leave her on herown.

- Yeah.

- (SIGHS)

Do you, uh...
you want me to come over?

I mean, work won't like it, but...

if you want me to, I'll ask.

- No, no, Stewart. You'd only get anxious,
and your passport's probably expired.

- Yeah, you're probably right.
Take months to sort that out.

- Yeah.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- MAN: Hop in the back.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(MEN SPEAK GERMAN)

(MUSIC QUICKENS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(PHONES RING) - This was
sent from Berlin last week.

(MEN MURMUR)

- 'To Barstock Road Nick's finest, Delia Balmer
is an evil witch who met with a nasty axe-ident.

'J Sweeney.' (SIGHS) And it's
definitely his handwriting?

- Yep. Genuine postmark.
Interpol have been informed.

(SIREN WAILS)

- Delia's had a bit of a haircut.

(PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)

- Sorry I haven't been in, Delia.

My boss insisted I took
a couple of days off.

Delia, are you OK?

(TROLLEY RATTLES IN DISTANCE)

I've got some news about Sweeney.

He's out of the country, in Germany.

At least now it's safe for us to start
thinking about getting you discharged.

(DISTANT CLICKING, PHONE RINGS)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

(PEOPLE CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

- Here, Delia. Let me help.
- No.

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

(GRUNTS, SIGHS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- You are totally safe here, Delia.

Uh, we have a direct line to the local police
station. There are grills on all windows.

And, also, there are these red cords in every room,
so one tug, whoever's on duty will come running.

- That's good to know. Thank you.

- For people for mobility issues, there are
handles all over to support and get you around,

you know,
and floor buttons if you fall over.

And if it's too warm for you,
the thermostat is just right here.

- I like it warm. I'm very sensitive to the cold.
- (CAR HORN BEEPS IN DISTANCE)

- It's nice, isn't it, Delia?
Very homey.

What do you think?

- OK, follow me.

The kitchen and microwave
to make life easier.

Your bedroom.

- Is that Peruvian?

- It is. Well spotted.

- I've been to Peru. I've visited most
countries in South and Central America.

- You are a traveller.

- That's right and a tourist.

Traveller.
- Well, it doesn't seem much right now,

but when it's warmer,
the garden is full of flowers.

(SIGHS) Um...

I'll leave you to get settled, yeah? Welcome to
your new home, Delia. It's great to have you here.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Thanks.

I'll just pop your toiletries
and your clothes in here, Delia, OK?

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(SIGHS)

I'll be off, then.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

I'm afraid I need to take back
my daughter's coat.

I'm sorry.
- (SIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(PEOPLE CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

- I don't like us ending
on a sour note, Delia.

We got on all right before, didn't we? Why won't you talk to me?
- Don't act like you care.

You only visited me in the hospital
because you were told to take my statement

and because you felt guilty about your damn lot
not doing your job properly and ruining my life.

- That's not fair, Delia.
- 'That's not fair, Delia.' What about what happened to me?!

Was that fair?! You're as much to
blame for what happened to me as he is,

but he couldn't help himself, cos he's a
psychopath. What's your fucking excuse?!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MEN MURMUR, PHONES RING) - Sir, I think me
and Delia have reached the end of the road.

- Did something happen?
- She, um...

gave me a piece of her mind.
- Try not to take it too personally, Jane.

Just so you know, I'm putting you up
for a commendation.

- (MEN MURMUR, PHONES RING)
- Um, thank you, sir.

(MEN MURMUR)

- You all right, Jane? I hear you're on Delia
duty. What a bloody mess, eh? How's she doing?

- She's doing shit. How do you think
she's bloody doing?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

- (SHOWER RUNS)
- Delia, you've got a visitor.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (SIGHS)

- Janice says hi. She says there'll always
be a job for you at C and Westminster.

- Oh,
I'm never going back to nursing.

Why should I care about other people when nobody cares about me?
- I care. Aylin obviously cares.

Cheers.

- Cheers. Thanks for lunch.

- (FORK CLATTERS) - Oh shit.
- I'll get it.

- It's fine. I prefer olives anyway.

- Nice? - Delicious.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

(SAW WHINES)

(SAW POWERS DOWN)

- OK, lift your arm up.

Perfect.

- It looks like an old crone's arm.
- (PLASTIC RUSTLES, BIN LID CLANGS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

- (ROARS)
- (GASPS, PANTS)

- (ALARM BEEPS)
- (HYPERVENTILATES)

- AYLIN: Delia?
- (HYPERVENTILATES)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)
- Shh.

- (CRIES)

(BIRDS CHIRP) - If you don't get
out there and start living your life...

he's won.
I know you don't want that.

- He's already won. He killed me.
I'm dead.

- Dead people don't eat olives,
Delia, with a toothpick.

Come on, sweetheart.
- I don't wanna go.

I wanna stay and see
the flowers come out.

- Victim Support say that your new flat overlooks
a garden. You can see the flowers come outthere.

- (SIGHS)

WHISPERS: Fuck him.

Fuck him...

and the horse he rode in on.

(DOG BARKS)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

(BIRDS CHIRP,
CAR HORNS BEEP IN DISTANCE)

- There you are.
- LEAH: Righto. Thanks.

- Thanks very much.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

- Oh, Delia, this is great.

(SIGHS) Loads of light.

Nice high ceilings.
- I'll never be able to heat it. I'll freeze to death when it's cold.

- There's the garden.

We'll have to get rid of that thing.
- Why?

- Well, you can't sleep on
that after...

- Oh, no, I'm not some hysterical female that gets
freaked out by such things. It's just bitsof wood.

- Me and Manuela are leaving London,
moving to Exeter.

- Uh-huh.

- (CAR HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE) - Is it
cos of the creep knowing your address?

I don't blame you, not after what happened with your ex-boyfriend.
- I did get a bit paranoid.

I feel embarrassed saying that after
everything you've been through.

- Oh, no. Things affect different
people in different ways, that's all.

- So, where shall we start?

(CHUCKLES)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(BAG RUSTLES)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

- So, what do you think?

- Yeah. Nice one.

- We'll go to the office to sort out the
paperwork. What was your name again?

- It's Joe. Joe Johnson.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

- Taxi. Taxi!

Shit.

- Where are you headed?

- Oh, why?
- Well, you look as if you're having a bit of trouble.

I thought maybe if I'm heading
your way, I can give you a lift.

- Uh, Donside Grove.
- Oh yeah, that's just around the corner from Enid. Come on.

- Can you vouch for him, Enid?
- He's lovely.

- Is that a Canadian accent
I can hear?

- Oh, very good.
Most people think I'm American.

- Oh, well, there you go, you see. I'm not most people. I'm David.
- Delia.

Say hello to Delia, Enid.
- Hello, Delia. - Hello, Enid.

Thank you.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

- (GRUNTS)

- Oh, no, let me.
- Oh, thank you.

- Door-to-door service.
- I'm here. - All right.

We're practically neighbours. I'm just
five minutes away on Thornton Rise.

- OK, well, bye.

- Bye. Would you like to meet again?
For coffee.

Or a meal. I'm a good cook,
if I do say so myself.

- (SIGHS)

- One white Russian.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)

- May I? Oh.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Oh, very nice.
- I'm glad you like it.

Let's take a seat.

Do... Oh. (SIGHS)

- Oh.

- So, Delia...
- It's a very kind thing that you do, helping old people.

- Not very glamorous, though.
(CHUCKLES)

Believe it or not, in the '70s, I was a
chauffeur to the stars. (CHUCKLES)

I― I worked for a company that had a lot of
celebrity clients. I chauffeured Marc Bolan once.

- Mm-hm.

- You could at least try to
sound impressed. (CHUCKLES)

- I'm not sure I know who Marc Bolan is. (CHUCKLES)
I don't have a stereo. I don't have a TV.

- No? - No.
- Ooh.

A TV I could maybe live without,
but not a stereo. I must have music.

So, what line of work are you in,
if you don't mind me asking?

- I'm a nurse. I'm not working
at the moment, so...

- Nursing?
Well, that's kindness in spades.

(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Right, well,
I should attend to our vittles.

Make yourself at home.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Who are the two, uh,
teens in the photo?

- Oh, they're my kids. Well, I say kids.
They're all grown up now. I'm divorced.

- You still see 'em?
- Not as much as I'd like to,

but, then, of course,
I couldn't not see them. (CHUCKLES)

I never understand it when a marriage breaks
up and― and the father stops seeing his kids.

I... (CHUCKLES)

- Well, this is me.

- I really enjoyed tonight.
- Yeah, me too.

Thank you for the meal. You're a very good cook.
- Oh. (CHUCKLES)

- Oh.

I like that you're kind, David.

My last boyfriend attacked me with an axe and a
knife, and I ended up in intensive care, so...

- You serious?
- Yeah, of course I'm serious.

I wouldn't joke about something like that.
- Well, that's so dreadful, Delia.

What happened?
- Well, why don't you come inside, and I can tell you all about it?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Oh, is Teddy in?

- What flat's he in?
- Flat three.

- No, I'm from three.
- Seriously? - Mm-hm.

- Sorry to bother you.
- Wait, listen, are you a Scouser?

- Yeah, I am. Yeah.
- Me too.

Born and bred. You look cold, right? Do
you wanna come in and have a cup of tea?

- (CHUCKLES) No, I'm all right.
- Come on. It's nice and warm. I just put the kettle on.

- Just for a few minutes, then.
- So, what's your name? - Paula.

Hello, I'm Paula. I'm Joe. Come in.
- Oh.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

What's this?
- Read it.

- University of Westminster.
You doing a degree course?

- (SIGHS) Yeah, um, Health Studies
and Complementary Therapies.

They're gonna give me a grant,
so I'd have a bit of extra money.

And I just don't wanna
go back to nursing full-time,

and this― this way, I can do
acupuncture and massage and... (SIGHS)

I mean, it's stupid.
Do you think I'm stupid? I...

- What are you talking about?
(CHUCKLES)

Aren't I always saying you're capable
of so much more than you think you are?

Oh, I'm― This is brilliant news.
- Oh. - I'm so proud of you.

(REFLECTIVE GUITAR MUSIC)

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Every undergraduate needs a bicycle.

- Oh.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

It's a lovely bike. Thank you, David.

Oh. - (CHUCKLES)
- (SIGHS)

- There you go.
- What's this?

Madrid?
- It's the first place I lived after my parents adopted me.

My father was posted there, and I've
always had a yearn to go back,

and, well, I can't think of
anyone I'd rather go with.

- WHISPERS: Oh, David.
- (CHUCKLES)

(PEOPLE CHATTER, BIRDS CHIRP)

- You're the positive to my negative.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(WOOD CREAKS, SPLINTERS) - Armed
police! Stay where you are! Don't move!

- (MEN SHOUT)
- Do not move!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

- MAN: Here we are.
- Thank you, thank you.

- Cheers, now.
- (GRUNTS) Oh, yeah. Oh.

- Cheers.
- Thank you.

- Oh, it's damn freezin'.

(TAXI DEPARTS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- What is it?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- 'Serious Crime Group West.

'My duty to inform you that John Sweeney's been
arrested.' Well, that's good news, isn't it?

Isn't it?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- I'm DC Christine Webb, the family liaison
officer assigned to the investigation.

Sweeney's on remand at HMP Wandsworth. Um, he'd
been living in Finsbury Park under a falsename.

- How long has he been in
England for?

- Uh, we're not sure.
Maybe a couple of years.

- It took you two years to arrest him
after what he did to me?

- Well, actually, he wasn't arrested
for the assault on you.

- Oh.
- The officers involved had no knowledge of that.

- Oh, what― what did
they arrest him for?

- Look, we think he might have killed a
woman. Her body was found in Regent's Canal.

- Oh my God.
- I told police that he killed Melissa,

but they took no notice of me, then they
let him get away to kill another female.

- Delia.
- What is it you want? What do you want? Why are you here?

- We have witnesses who can confirm that the
woman that, uh ― her name is Paula Fields―

was an acquaintance of Sweeney's, but we don't have
any forensic proof connecting him to hermurder,

and the lawyers are saying we don't have enough to charge him.
- What has that got to do with me?

- We wanna build a case against him for his
attack on you in December 1994 ― attempted murder.

Now, if he pleads not guilty, there'll be a
trial, and you'll be called to give evidence.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- No. No.

No. No, no. God, no.
You had him locked up.

I was safe, and then that magistrate,
he― he let him out so he could kill me.

When my life was in danger,
the law didn't give a fuck about me.

And now you're arrested him, you― you― you and
your law people, you come crawling back to me.

The same thing will happen, because
that judge― the judge will let him out,

and then he will find me
and he will finish me off.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Absolutely, Chris.

No, no, no. No, no. (STAMMERS)
I get that. I'll tell her.

Not a problem. OK.

Any time. All right. You too.

Bye-bye. Bye. (SIGHS)

- What did your girlfriend have to say?
- (SIGHS) Um,

she just wants you to know
that if you decide to testify...

- Which I won't.
- If...

Uh, once it's all over, they will provide
you with as much support and therapy as―

as you feel you need.

- (CHUCKLES)

What else did she say?

- Let's do this after, shall we? Enjoy our food while it's hot.
- No. No.

- All right. She said, um...

that she knows that you
were let down massively

and that the decision by the magistrate
to grant Sweeney bail was a catastrophe.

- She only cares about putting that creep
behind bars cos it'll help her career.

- No, no, no. I really, really don't
think that's the case, Delia.

Christine believes, in the long run,
this will be good for you.

- Christine believes? What the fuck
would she know about what I need?

She's using you. You're such
a soft touch. So eager to please.

'Absolutely, Chris.
No problem, Chris.'

Pathetic.

- (SIGHS)

Delia, uh...

look... (SIGHS)

Look, you're alive, all right?

You survived. Can't you find it in your heart to― to...?
- Think of Paula?

Think of Melissa.

Think of the families.

Everyone cares about the dead ones.

Maybe I should have died, and then
the police would give a fuck about me.

- OK, look, forget― forget the dead ones.
Think about a― a woman ― sorry, female ― alive,

out there someone. Someone like you were
once ― you know, vulnerable, lonely.

Think about what might happen to her if― if Sweeney's let loose.
- Why should I care?!

Nobody cared about me!

- Well, help me to understand, then!

(SIGHS)

After all that monster
did to you...

why don't you want to be part of
something that will put him away?

Look... (SIGHS)

Sweetheart, please.

(SIGHS)

What's the worst that can happen
if you testify?

What are you afraid of?

- It's cold.

What are you doing, David?

David.

(SCOFFS)

- Delia, come...

(DOOR SLAMS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC DARKENS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(MUSIC QUICKENS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

- I'll do the damn trial.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS) Let go deeply held anger
and resentment.

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

For anxiety and tension.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INHALES, EXHALES)

And for the release...

of repression. (EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC PULSATES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Stick to what's in your statement.
That's the stuff we want the jury to hear.

You mustn't talk about Melissa.
She's not relevant to this case,

and don't succumb to temptation
to throw bile at Sweeney.

(DOOR OPENS, SLAMS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Delia?

Delia? (KNOCKS ON DOOR) You OK?

(BOTTLE CLINKS)

You've been called, Delia.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

It's time to go in.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(PEOPLE WHISPER)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- WHISPERS: Want me to take that?
(MOUTHS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(WHISPERS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

- All right, Delia?
- Don't you talk to me, you fucking creep.

(PEOPLE WHISPER)

- Would you prefer to take the oath on
the Bible or make a secular affirmation?

- I don't believe in God.

I solemnly declare and affirm this is my
broken arm, this is my fractured skull,

this is my lost fingertip and...
- JUDGE: Miss Balmer.

- ...this is the scar made by the knife...
- Miss Balmer.

- ...that pierced through my right breast and right lung.
- Miss Balmer!

Please cover yourself.
- (PEOPLE MURMUR)

These proceedings must be conducted
in an orderly manner.

Please read the affirmation
as it appears on the sheet.

- MOCKINGLY: I do solemnly
and sincerely declare

and affirm that the evidence I
shall give shall be the truth,

the whole and nothing but the truth.
- You may sit down, Miss Balmer.

- Yeah, well, I don't wanna sit down.
- Miss Balmer, please control yourself.

This is a court of law, not your personal stage.
- Yeah, the law is a load of shit.

Hey, the law is a load
of fucking shit!

(TENSE MUSIC)

- MAN: Miss Balmer!
- (REPORTERS CLAMOUR, CAMERAS CLICK)

- Sod off. - The victim―?
- No, sod off.

- (MAN SHOUTS)

- I want a real drink. God.

- Delia, listen to me. My job is to
get you to give evidence in court.

This is all going to shit
cos of what you just did in there.

Now, the judge has given me
until 2 o'clock to calm you down.

- I told you
I didn't want to do this.

- You know we could have
compelled you to testify.

We could have literally arrested you
and brought you to court in handcuffs.

Christ, I'm― I'm sorry. I've never spoken to any
victim the way I'm speaking to you now. (SIGHS)

Delia, if you carry on like this,

you'll destroy this case, and
Sweeney will be back on the street.

Is that really what you want?

(TENSE MUSIC)

He's laughing at you, Delia.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- ♪ All my flowers...

♪ rest in water.

♪ Won't you take them away?

♪ Won't you take them away?

♪ Won't you take me away? ♪