All language subtitles for The.Jury.2002.S01E04

[THEME MUSIC]

[VOCALIZING]

[WATER RUNNING]

[TOILET FLUSHING]

[WATER SPLASHING]

PRISON GUARD: Nervous?

Hey?

I'd be shitting myself if I had
coming

up what you've got today.

Cross-examination by Gerald
Lewis--

a bastard at a Bailey.

Who's a lucky boy?

[BIRDS RUSTLING]

[CAWING]

JOHNNIE: Hey, come on, Eddie.

I've got you.

EDDIE: [INAUDIBLE]

[BOTH PANTING HEAVILY]

That's a mile.

Just under eight minutes.

Not bad for a couple of old
drunks.

Huh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Press-ups.

Oh, god.

[PLAYFUL TALK]

FIONA [ON VIDEO]: Quick, quick,
quick.

JEREMY [ON VIDEO]: Come on.
Let's get Mommy.

Go, go.

[LAUGHING]

We got her!

We got her.

Is this peace?

[GRUNTING]

[LAUGHING]

Oh!

Look what she did.

[KIDS LAUGHING]

[SHOUTING AND LAUGHING ON VIDEO]

Remember him?

What was his name?

Mr. Balloon?

Mr. Buttons?

FIONA: Mr. Bubbles.

JEREMY: Mr. Bubbles.

[SQUEAKING ON VIDEO]

Mommy's getting really wet.

Yeah!

That's brilliant.

I thought we had agreed to
throw away these old videos.

We can't.

Not yet-- not while they still
serve a purpose.

[SHOUTING AND SPLASHING
CONTINUES]

[ON VIDEO] It's not that cold,
Thomas.

[HUMMING]

RUBY: Marcia, breakfast!

Where are my clothes?

Oh, I washed and ironed them.

They're hanging in the bathroom.

You didn't need to do that.

There's fresh coffee on the
table.

You didn't need to do that,
either.

Where's Joy?

She's awake, getting dressed.

I bought you some posh
newspapers.

Your trial's in all of them.

It doesn't change anything--
all this-- you know?

You're not suddenly my mum again
because of all this.

[SIGHING]

Oh.

How's your love life?

My right hand and I are fine,
thanks.

Good lad.

Rule number one-- no
relationships, no sex--

not for the first year, anyway.

The first year?

Too quick'll just put you back
on the drink, man.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Eddie.

I'll be blind carrying on at the
tree.

I'll have to tie a knot in it.

If you're in a position to do
that, you're a lucky lad.

All right.

But as soon as my year is up,
there is someone special.

Uh-huh.

And who is the unlucky person?

She's a juror.

Her name's Rose.

Let me guess-- it's love.

How did you know?

No, Eddie, listen.

When I see this girl, I can't--

I can't speak or eat.

When I'm with her, my lips go
dry,

and my heart's, like, pumping.

I mean, I think about her all
day, from morning till night.

That's not love.

That's obsession-- perfectly
normal.

Typical early recovery.

What do you mean?

You go to a meeting and ask for
a show of hands of all

the people who fell madly in
love

the first year of sobriety,
place

would look like a cornfield.

No, Eddie, no.

But this is it.

I mean, this is the real thing.

No, it's not.

This is bewilderment, fear,
anger, disorientation,

and all the other uncomfortable
feelings

we get when we sober up.

Easiest thing we can do is throw
ourselves at a woman

and call it love.

Until a year ago, you were a
self-centered,

emotionally retarded drunk using
and abusing women.

Successfully loving somebody is
the highest achievement

in life, without parallel--

being dependable and yet
spontaneous, being constant.

If I can ever get you anywhere
near that, I'll be proud.

If you really want a
relationship,

we'll start you off with a
plant.

A plant?

If after six months, the
plant's still alive,

then we'll get you a dog.

If you can keep one of them
healthy

and happy and fed for a year,
then maybe-- just maybe--

you'll be ready for your early
stages with a human being.

Hurry up.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

See you later.

See you.

How about lunch today, you and
me?

Lunch?

I can't.

I mean, we don't know when we're
going to get out.

Sometimes we run over if we've
got

to stay behind, listen to a talk
from CID or something.

All right.

Thanks.

It was a nice thought.

MARION: So what are you going to
do?

I don't know.

If I tell them, they'll stop the
trial, change the jury.

Peter, they vandalized our car.

They know where we live.

I know.

But we still have our car.

We still have our house.

Look, darling, I know you're
worried, but this trial--

I can't explain it.

You know, I-- I--

I wake up in the morning
excited.

And the blood pumps in my veins.

I feel more awake, more alive
than I have in years.

Look, If you want me to, I will
tell them, I promise.

But after last night, I know
this trial involves us both.

But I beg of you, let's let it
go, just this once.

Another a hint of trouble, and I
promise you, I will tell them.

OK.

[KISSING]

Mr. Lewis.

Thank you, my lord.

Good morning, Duvinder.

Good morning.

That was quite a performance
you gave--

your soft voice and lost look--

quite the convincing victim.

But let me assure you, there's
only one victim in this case,

and tragically, he's dead.

You hated John Maher, didn't
you?

Oh, come on.

It's no secret.

Hmm?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I quite heard
that.

Yes.

Yes.

In fact, you hated him so much,
you thought you'd kill him,

hmm?

Oh, come on, Mr. Singh, you
admitted yourself

you set out that morning with
only one thing

in your mind-- to kill him.

Yeah.

Burning with rage, Mr. Singh,
hell-bent

on retribution and vengeance.

I didn't say that.

In fact, Sikhism is a culture
of vengeance, is it not?

No, quite the opposite.

MR. LEWIS: Oh, well, perhaps you
can tell me, what is [PUNJABI]??

[PUNJABI].

I believe it is a Punjabi term.

Yeah.

It means a state of readiness.

Could you be more specific?

Usually, it means a state of
readiness to fight.

A state of readiness to fight.

DUVINDER: Yeah.

Mm-hmm?

Well, we must always be ready
to defend ourselves.

Not very peaceful or forgiving,
then.

Defend yourself against what?

I don't know.

Against bullying, for example?

Mr. Singh, you recognize this?

Yeah.

Could you tell the court what
it is?

It's a turban.

And when tied in a specific
way,

like this, it has a special
name, am I right?

Yeah.

What is that name?

It's a dhamala.

Now, is it true that on the day
of the murder,

you were also wearing a dhamala?

Yeah.

And this turban is worn by one
particular group.

Am I right?

Yeah.

The Nihang.

And would you explain to the
court who the Nihang are?

Look, I know what you're trying
to do, all right?

Answer the question, Mr. Singh.

The Nihang is a group.

Specifically, they are
warriors, am I right?

Yeah.

MR. LEWIS: Warriors famed for
their bravery.

I think the jury will agree that
wearing this particular turban

was no accident.

That's not fair.

Mr. Singh, what is gatka?

Gatka?

MR. LEWIS: Mm-hmm.

This is a Sikh term.

It's an art.

It is a martial art, is it not,

which includes the art of sword
fighting,

which many Sikh children learn?

Yeah.

Did you take part in these
gatka classes?

Yes.

In fact, more than take part.

I noticed from my records that
you even

participated in competition.

Yeah.

So an accomplished gatka
devotee.

In which division did you
compete?

The three-foot.

Three-foot?

The same length as the murder
weapon.

DUVINDER: Yeah.

MR. LEWIS: You competed with
some success,

including a competition win in
2000.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Your parents must have been very
proud.

No.

Why not?

'Cause I didn't really win.

Sorry.

I just thought you said you did.

My lord.

I was disqualified.

MR. LEWIS: Really?

Disqualified?

Why?

'Cause I got into a fight with
another contestant.

MR. LEWIS: Oh, dear.

Why?

'Cause he was picking on people

younger and smaller than him.

So a bully, then?

Yeah.

And what did you do to this
bully?

I attacked him.

MR. LEWIS: With your sword?

With my wooden sword.

MR. LEWIS: He still suffered
serious injuries.

In particular, it seems, he
received

blows to the head and torso.

I don't remember.

No, but he does.

He remembers exactly, as does
the doctor who treated him.

And here are the photographs.

Members of the jury, please note
the blows across the neck

here and here--

wounds, you will note, that are
almost identical to those

suffered by the murder victim.

[MURMURING IN CROWD]

So, all right, Duvinder.

Let us remind ourselves of what
we are agreed upon, all right?

We agree that you hated the
victim, John Maher.

We agree that you hated him
enough to kill him.

We agree that you broke into a
Sikh temple,

stole a three-foot sword, went
to the Heath, blinded by rage,

with the sole purpose of killing
John Maher.

Yeah, but--

MR. LEWIS: We are also agreed
that you were brought up

in a culture focused on
vengeance and retribution,

and from an early age were
schooled

in a martial art using exactly
the same weapon as the murder

weapon.

Now, why didn't you tell all of
this to the police

when they arrested you, hm?

After all, you knew that your
silence could be taken

as an admission of guilt. The
police would have advised

you of that in their caution.

Perhaps it was because you
hadn't

made the whole thing up yet.

No!

Members of the jury, Mr. Singh
remained silent because there

was nothing left to add.

His guilt was indefensible, as
it is now.

Thank you, Duvinder.

No further questions.

JUDGE: All right.

Let's break there for lunch.
BAILIFF: All rise.

Clear the public gallery,
please.

Just hang on a minute, would
you?

See?

We've got our champion.

There's no need to panic.

Don't do anything silly.

Let justice take its course.

And then, when we know what
prison he's been sent to,

then we work on him, all right?

All right?

Yes, Dad.

Yes.

It's outrageous.

I've never heard anything so
inflammatory and racist.

Yeah, but you can't deny that
our client

is still charged with a murder
where the weapon is a sword.

And suddenly, he's got a history
of violence

and sword fighting contests.

Oh, come on.

These gatka classes, all Sikh
kids do them.

They're like Sunday school.

Yeah.

Presumably not all kids have a
history of violence

against other competitors.

It was a long time ago.

And what's all this about a
turban?

MR. SHAH: All of that was crazy.

He made out that wearing a
dhamala

means you're part of some
militant cult.

These kids just wear them so
they can ride their bicycles.

Bicycles?

MR. SHAH: Look, most of the
turbans you see are like hats--

they just blow off--

whereas this one, the dhamala,
you

have to tie it much tighter.

It-- it stays on in the wind.

It stays on in the wind.

This case is slipping away from
us, Mr. Shah.

If I aim to turn it round, I
need your jogger.

She won't do it.

I don't think you understand
me, Mr. Shah.

I need her here this afternoon.

Otherwise, we're finished.

CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it?

CROWD: Now! MAN: What do we
want?

CROWD: Justice!

MAN: When do we want it?

CROWD: Now!

PETER: What are you doing here?

MARION: I'm sorry.

I couldn't stop him.

Who?

He insisted.

Oh, god.

All right.

Now, what does he want?

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

ROSE: You all right?

Mm-hmm.

You just seem a bit--

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

[EXHALING HEAVILY]

In AA, we have this thing called
sponsorship, right?

It's not like we're in a shop
where

it's only [INAUDIBLE] or
anything like that, but it's--

it's where someone who's been in
the program for a while

takes you under their wing.

And well, they give you
suggestions, you know--

well, not so much suggestions
as, uh, blatant orders.

You know, it's based on their
own experience,

and you are supposed to follow
these orders like-- like,

a lemming, you know, without
question

or-- or you drink and die--

or so they tell you, anyway.

My sponsor, his name's Eddie.

He's a-- he's a joddy docker.

He's been sober for 25 years.

And everybody says he's a saint.

I told Eddie that on the jury,
there

was this, uh, beautiful woman
called Rose for whom

I had developed feelings.

In fact, I think I used
different words.

I think I said that I--

I think I said I'd fallen in
love.

What did he say?

He told me to leave you alone.

Did he say why?

He didn't think I was, uh,
ready.

For what?

For anything.

He, uh-- he didn't think that I
could cope.

And you think he's right?

I don't know.

Probably.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, he's probably right.

Better wait till you're ready.

[WHISPERING] Yeah.

I suppose.

And what about you?

What's, uh, what's your
situation?

Oh, I don't think I'm ready--

different reasons, complicated.

How complicated?

Complicated.

And if it wasn't complicated,
would you be ready then?

Oh, I don't know.

Right.

PETER: Really, this is highly
unethical.

Nonsense.

Relax. - No.

The judge was quite specific.

Jurors are not supposed to visit
the scene of the crime

unless accompanied by the full
court as part of the trial.

This way.

Here it is, the towpath where
the Sikh boy allegedly

threw away the school uniform.

Now, what do you see?

PETER: Flats.

Exactly-- with a perfect view
over the towpath.

And over there?

- More flats. - Correct.

Both with unrestricted views,
plus an endless flow of people

walking along the towpath.

Right.

So?

So you have to ask yourself, is

this somewhere you'd come to get
rid of bloodstained clothes?

I don't know.

Look at the current.

It's still water.

All those police frogmen, not
one of them found anything.

Doesn't that strike you as
strange?

Now, look.

[DROPS ECHOING]

This is where I'd come if I
wanted to throw

away a bloodstained uniform.

Out of sight of the main
towpath--

sheltered, convenient, secret.
Can't you feel it?

There's an energy in the place.

I spoke to a couple of pupils.

[LAUGHING]

They called it the vagina.

Oh, well-- sorry, Marion.

It's on account of it's, uh,
tunnel-like shape.

It's where they come for their
cigarettes or fights or drugs,

I suppose.

But anyway, it's their secret
place.

And that's it, is it?

That's why you brought us here,
to show us this?

Yeah.

The police already looked here.

How do you know?

Because it's in the crime
reports, Michael.

They searched the whole area.

They had 50 policemen--
frogmen-- in the canals.

No, I don't believe it.

That's not true.

48 hours, they sealed off the
whole area.

They did a fingertip search.

Look, the drain.

It goes on and on.

What is the matter with you?

First, you want to be a juror.

Now, you want to be a policeman,
as well?

I-- oh, dammit, I--

I must be mad.

The most publicly-scrutinized
trial

in the country, and one of the
jurors

is stalking the crime scene in
his lunch hour.

Peter!

[SNIFFLING]

[LOCK CLACKING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

Papa.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Who's that?

Who is that?

I don't know.

MR. LEWIS: Well, find out.

Mr. Cording.

The defense calls Maria de
Silva.

[DOOR OPENING]

I swear by Almighty God that
the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole
truth,

and nothing but the truth.

Miss de Silva, I appreciate
that it is difficult for you

to be here.

But if you can, could you tell
the court where you were

on the 15th of May last year?

I was here, in London.

Specifically, at 7:30 in the
morning?

I was doing what I always did
at that time, in those days--

jogging.

And your jogging route?

I started at my house, running
north across the Heath,

and then back through the south
gate--

about four miles.

And you said the Heath.

You're referring to Mannings
Heath?

MARIA: Yes.

MR. CORDING: Could you describe
what happened that morning?

I was running along my usual
path when

I hit something and fell over.

You tripped?

Yes.

At first, I thought it was a
tree.

Then I realized it was a person,
someone sleeping in the rough.

And this person--

you woke them up?

Yes.

And what did they do?

Nothing.

He just looked at me.

Then suddenly, he screamed in
rage and attacked me--

[YELLING]

[SCREAMING]

--like a wild animal with a
stick.

I still have scars.

Then what did he do?

Ran away.

In which direction?

MARIA: Towards the canals, I
think.

So to the north, in the
direction of the murder scene?

I suppose.

And you said this was about
7:30 in the morning?

Uh, between 7:30 and 20 to
8:00, yes.

So 10 to 15 minutes, then,
before the murder took place?

I wouldn't know.

Miss de Silva, when we first
contacted you,

we asked you if you could
identify your attacker.

Yes.

Two days ago, we took you to
the Claremont Psychiatric

Hospital in North Yorkshire.

Were you able to identify the
man who attacked you

on the Heath on May the 15th?

Yes.

And that man was Thomas Haines?

Correct.

A registered mental health
patient

with a long history of assault,
battery, grievous bodily

harm, and manslaughter.

Was this the man you identified?

Yes.

Yet despite this brutal attack,
at no time

did the police interview you in
connection with this trial?

No.

Really?

When a boy was murdered on the
Heath that same morning?

When your attacker was last seen
running

in the direction of the murder?

No interview?

Nothing?

No.

MR. CORDING: Dr. Levinson, you
were working in the accident

and emergency unit at St. John's
Hospital on the day

that Miss de Silva was admitted
after she'd been

assaulted by Thomas Haines.

That is correct.

And how would you describe her
condition on arrival?

Critical.

She was unconscious.

She had suffered a frenzied and
sustained attack.

She had received severe blows to
the head and body.

She'd been struck repeatedly by
a blunt instrument,

like a stick or branch.

A few months ago, we asked you
to compare

the attack on Miss de Silva with
the wounds

suffered by John Maher.

Yes.

MR. CORDING: And I believe you
examined the pathologist's

report and photographs of the
victim

and were able to make a
comparison with the wounds

suffered by Miss de Silva.

Yes.

MR. CORDING: And how did they
compare?

Well, I was surprised at how
many similarities there were.

I've brought a chart here which
compares the two attacks.

The red markings are the blows
sustained by Miss de Silva.

Those in blue correspond to the
injuries

received by the murder victim.

As you can see, on the neck and
upper torso,

there is a distinct overlap.

MR. CORDING: And as a
psychiatrist,

how would you describe Mr.
Haines' condition?

Thomas Haines is a very ill man
who, when unrestrained,

is a severe danger to himself
and others.

He suffers from epilepsy,
bipolar disorders,

and manic schizophrenia.

In your clinical opinion, if
Mr. Haines

were to find a weapon, like a
sword, lying in the bushes,

would he have the mental faculty
to pick it up and use it?

The witness will answer the
question.

Not only the faculty, probably
the inclination, too.

Thank you.

Detective Chief Inspector
Shand,

I'm sure you're aware that it's
an unusual step

to call you back.

But in the light of new
evidence,

his lordship has given me leave
to ask

you some further questions.

Detective Chief Inspector, do
you have

a copy of the crime report?

Yes.

In which an overview of the
entire police investigation

is recorded, correct?

Correct.

A considerable amount of work,
yet not one mention

of Thomas Haines.

If you say so.

I certainly do say so.

A man who, we have just heard,
was on the same heath

at the same time as the murder,
a man with a history

of violence and mental
instability, a man

who was arrested for inflicting
similar injuries on his victim,

Miss de Silva, as were found on
the murder victim, John Maher.

If we didn't interview him, I'm
sure it will

have been for a good reason.

Really?

Please explain.

What possible reason could that
be?

Because by that stage, we'd
already arrested the suspect

we were interested in.

Goodness!

Is that what they taught you in
your training?

The first face that fits.

I had heard the police were
under pressure to cut costs,

but this is exceptional.

So you don't think it's
significant

that a known psychopath was
roaming

the Heath at the same time?

No.

Not for this case, I don't.

MR. CORDING: You don't think
it's significant

that this man, Mr. Haines,
inflicted almost identical

injuries on another person?

It was a sad coincidence.

Really?

Is that so?

Well, I think there is a great
deal that

is sad in this case, Chief
Inspector, not least the way

you arrest the first face that
you think fits,

and bingo, you've got your man--

an open and shut case.

My lord, is this really
necess--

The reason the boy was the only
suspect

is the overwhelming evidence
against him.

No.

I would strongly suggest the
reason

my client is the only suspect is
the overwhelming conspiracy

against him. - Bastard!

Quiet!

Court adjourned.

BAILIFF: All rise!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Yeah, where?

Yeah, I-- I know.

Right.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

I don't know.

If Fiona knew I was even meeting
you--

Fiona?

Does she still bear a grudge?

[LAUGHING CYNICALLY]

Grudge doesn't do it justice.

Try spite or hate or loathing.

Quite a challenge, then, to
turn that around.

Yeah, I'd say so.

Yeah.

What do you know about
diabetes?

Diabetes?

Nothing.

Except, didn't your wife have
it?

Still does, as do our three
children.

Mealtimes in our house are like
a needle park in Amsterdam.

Have you ever seen a diabetic
syringe?

JEREMY: No.

You stick them in their arms,
their thighs, their stomachs.

Ouch.

MARK: No fuss.

Never any bother.

They're used to it.

It bothers me, though.

It eats me up, having to stick
that into my baby's thigh.

The youngest, Jenna, she's six
years old.

So you can imagine I've become
quite involved with diabetes

in all its many forms.

And there's a Japanese company
who are developing a new way

of delivering insulin, something
that would

revolutionize my kids' lives.

Well, of course.

But not just my kids.

Some of the 85 million sufferers
worldwide.

Gee.

That's a big market.

Now, I'm not the only one who
knows

about this new development.

But I am one of the very few who
knows

that they're about to sell out.

Oh, god.

They're being circled by two or
three

of the large pharmaceutical
companies,

and the numbers people are
forecasting,

Jeremy, are quite giddying.

Mark, I can't do this.

I can guarantee that any
investment

you make would multiply four or
five-fold overnight.

Mark.

I'm in with everything I've
got.

It's a chance of a lifetime.

- No, Mark. - What about your
flat?

It must be worth 100 grand or
so.

No!

Fine.

I understand.

I was just hoping to help to get
things back for you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh-- oh!

Father Charles.

CHARLES: Afternoon.

I hope you don't mind.

I was just passing. - No, no,
no.

It's just-- I must get to the
shops before they close.

Well, in that case.

Thank you.

I mean, it's the simplest
things,

like going to the shops.

Here, have an almond. Do you
want one?

Mm, thanks.

My health, you know, just,
lately, hasn't been very good.

Oh, sorry.

And who were you referring to
the other day

when you said you had some bad
news?

I apologize.

I was too self-absorbed to ask.

They say I have a tumor.

I'm so sorry.

A nasty, malignant bully that
won't go away.

What are they doing?

Well, they want to give me
treatment, but that's rough.

They asked me if I had anyone,
you know--

relative, next of kin.

I could come, if you like.

You?

Well, that's very nice of you.

But what would we say?

I don't know.

I could say I was your son.

[WHISPERING] My son?

What-- what would it matter to
them?

The main thing is you'd have the
company.

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

Are you all right?

It's funny.

That's what I thought when I was
early arriving at the court.

I thought, that could be him.

Of course, he'd be older,
probably

have a family of his own.

Who's that?

You have a son?

Yes, for three weeks.

And then, I had to give him
away--

a good family, I was told, here
in London.

I tried to get on with things,
but I couldn't.

I couldn't forget him.

I just wanted to be near him,
even

though I didn't know his name or
where he lived or anything.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

I could see him everywhere.

At first, it was every schoolboy
on the bus, on the street.

And then, it was everywhere-- a
girl he might have married,

any child he might have had--

until it got to the stage
everyone in the street,

I'd be--

this is silly.

No, not at all.

I'd like to hear the whole
story.

Really? No.

I'm sure there are lots of
people you'd rather be with.

No, as it happens, no one.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[VOCALIZING]

[BELL DINGING]

ALL: God, grant us the serenity
to accept the things we cannot

change, the courage to change
the things we can,

and the wisdom to know the
difference.

[CLAPPING]

[CHATTER]

EDDIE: So?

So.

Well, I told her.

And?

How'd it feel?

Honestly?

Mm-hmm.

Like shit.

Well, the rewards--

the good feelings-- they'll come
soon enough.

Yeah, yeah. EDDIE: They will.

I promise you.

You see, the thing about
feelings

is the only way to change them
is to change our actions first.

Then the feelings, they come
later.

There's a direct correlation
between the actions that we do

and the feelings that we'll
have.

Now, I guarantee you, if you had
done anything with her,

you would have felt even more
like shit.

Well, at least I'd have slept
with her, Eddie.

This way, I just feel like shit,
anyway.

It's only temporary.

Trust me.

You did the right thing.

You'll get the reward you
deserve.

[SIGHING]

[EDDIE CHUCKLING]

I'll see you, Eddie

EDDIE: See you, Johnnie.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello?

[THUDDING]

[GRUNTING]

[REPEATED THUDDING]

[JOHNNIE GRUNTING]

[YELLING]

[PANTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[VOCALIZING]

Prick.

[THEME MUSIC]

[VOCALIZING]