You're a bit of a free spirit, aren't you?
I tell that by the way you move.
I am gonna take good care of you.
Would you like to move in with me?
- Yes. - You drew that?
Yep. My last girlfriend.
What's her name?
Melissa.
It's the most recent photograph we have.
It's just not like Melissa to vanish without a word.
Is he violent?
He tried to strangle me in his sleep.
Want to know what happened with me and Melissa?
I killed her. In Amsterdam.
I chopped her up and I put her in a canal.
SHE SCREAMS
WOMAN: 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.
Get off me! Why won't you look at the pictures?
They prove he killed Melissa!
They're just drawings, Delia. They don't prove anything.
SHE GASPS
Delia?! It's Jane Barker.
Thank God! Are you OK?! Delia?
Turn around and put your hands behind your back.
I'm afraid it's not 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 that house!
SHE SCREAMS
SIREN WAILS, BLEEPING
MAN: Delia. MAN 2: We need to move.
MAN 2: Delia. Stay with us, love. Stay with us.
FLATLINES
STEADY BLEEPING
SCREAM ECHOES
RAPID BEEPING, SHE GAGS
You're OK.
SHE COUGHS, ALARM BLARES
Just gonna take this out.
SHE COUGHS
RAPID BEEPING
BEEPING STOPS, SHE PANTS
MAN: 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 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?
But 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, erm, 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 her off the ventilator,
so she should be able to talk soon.
You up for that, Jane?
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.
Visitor for you, Elizabeth.
She can understand you fine, but she mustn't talk.
She uses this alphabet board to communicate.
Right. Thanks.
STEADY BEEPING
Hello, Delia.
It's WPC Jane Barker.
You might not recognize me without my uniform.
Oh, 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.
The police have been to see his parents in Skelmersdale,
and his ex-wife's... "He...
"..knows..."
Sorry, Delia. You're going too fast.
"L-Leah. Leah...
"..a
"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 they can contact her.
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.
"Fuck...
"..him."
And the horse he rode in on, eh, Delia?
Er, Delia, we don't have any contact details
for your family in America.
No. You... you don't want us to contact them?
Fine old Christmas for you, this is.
"I...
"wish...
"I...
"..was...
"..dead."
Don't say that.
SIREN BLARES
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
SHE GROANS
SIREN BLARES
RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES
SIREN WAILS
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.
Er, Serious Crime looked into it.
They think it was a false alarm.
They should've let him up, to finish me off.
STEADY BLEEPING
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.
There's a card.
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.
SHE CLEARS THROAT
OK.
First, he hit me with the handle of the axe,
right side of my head. Bash!
HE ROARS
Which 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!
HE GRUNTS
And fractured the ulna bone in my left arm.
Then he hit me on the right arm. Bash!
HE GRUNTS, SHE YELPS
And tore two of the tendons in my arm.
Then he got out a knife with a long, dirty blade
and stuck it into my chest.
HE GRUNTS
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.
Oh, no. I don't watch television.
It's there if you change your mind.
When is Jane coming in?
Who?
My Family Liaison Officer.
I dunno. Sorry.
DOOR CLOSES
Do you think if Mum and Dad knew what happened
they'd wanna come see me?
You know Mum won't fly any more cos of her chair,
and Dad would never leave her on her own.
Yeah.
Do you, er.. do 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.
'It'd take months to sort that out.'
Yeah.
STEADY BLEEPING
BRAKES SCREECH
MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH
This was sent from Berlin last week.
"To Barstock Road Nick's finest.
"Delia Balmer is an evil witch
"who met with a nasty axe-ident. J Sweeney."
And it's definitely his handwriting?
Yep. A genuine postmark.
Interpol have been informed.
SIREN WAILS
Delia's had a bit of a haircut.
Sorry I haven't been in, Delia.
My boss insisted I took a couple of days off.
Delia? You OK?
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.
- Here, Delia, let me help. - No.
You are totally safe here, Delia.
Er, we have a direct line to the local police station,
there are grilles 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 with 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.
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 traveler.
That's right. Not a tourist. A traveler.
Well, it doesn't seem much right now,
but when it's warmer the garden is full of flowers.
Erm... I'll leave you to get settled.
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?
I'll be off, then.
I'm afraid I need to take back my daughter's coat.
Sorry.
SHE SIGHS
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 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!
Because he's a psychopath! What's your fucking excuse?!
Sir, I think me and Delia have reached the end of the road.
Did something happen?
She, erm...
..gave me a piece of her mind.
Try not to take it too personally, Jane.
And just so you know,
I'm putting you up for a commendation.
Thank you, sir.
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?
AYLIN: Delia, you've got a visitor.
SHE EXHALES
'Janice says hi.'
She says there'll always be a job for you
at City of Westminster.
Oh, I'm never going back to nursing.
Why should I care about other people?
Nobody cares about me.
I care. Aylin obviously cares.
Cheers!
Cheers. Thanks for lunch.
CUTLERY CLINKS Oh, shit.
I'll get it.
Fine. I prefer olives anyway.
Nice?
Delicious.
THEY LAUGH
OK, lift your arm up.
Perfect.
It's like an old crone's arm.
HE GRUNTS
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
SHE GASPS FOR AIR
ALARM WAILS
SHE GASPS
AYLIN: Delia?
ALARM STOPS
SHE BREATHES QUICKLY
Ssh!
DELIA WHIMPERS
DELIA WAILS, THEN SOBS
If you don't get out there
and start living your life, he's won.
I-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 out there.
SOFTLY: Fuck him.
That fucking man.
And the horse he rode in on.
TAXI DRIVER: There you are.
LEAH: Righto. Thanks.
TAXI DRIVER: Thanks very much.
Oh, Delia, this is great!
Oh...
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
who gets freaked out by such things.
It's just bits of wood.
Me and Manuela are leaving London.
Moving to Exeter.
Uh-huh.
Is it cos, er, 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? Ha!
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.
Taxi! Taxi!
Shit!
Where you headed?
What? Why?
Well, you looked as if you were having a bit of trouble.
I thought maybe if I'm heading your way,
I can give you a lift. - Er, Downside Grove.
Oh, yeah, that's just round 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.
Ah, well, there you go, you see. I'm not most people.
David.
Delia.
Say hello to Delia, Enid.
Hello, Delia.
Hello, Enid. Thank you.
- Oh, no, let me. - Oh, thank you.
Door-to-door service.
- Yeah. - All right.
We're practically neighbors.
I'm just five minutes away on Thornton Rise.
OK. Bye.
Bye. Would you like to meet again?
Coffee, or a meal?
I'm a good cook, if I do say so myself.
One White Russian.
May I?
- Ah, cheers. - Cheers.
GENTLE PIANO MUSIC ON STEREO
Oh, very nice.
Glad you like it.
Let's take a seat.
Good.
Oh, right.
Ooh...
So, Delia...
It's a very kind thing that you do. Helping old people.
Not very glamorous though.
Believe it or not, in the '70s
I was a chauffeur to the stars!
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.
I'm not sure I know who Marc Bolan is.
I don't have a stereo. I don't have a TV.
No?
No.
Oh. 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.
SOFT PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES
Right, well, I should attend to all our vittles.
Make yourself at home.
Who are the, er, teens in the photo?
Ah, they're my kids. Well, I say kids,
they're all grown up now. I'm divorced.
Do you still see 'em?
Not as much as I'd like to, but then, of course,
I couldn't not see them.
I never understand it when a marriage breaks up and...
and the father stops seeing his kids. I...
- Well, this is me. - I really enjoyed tonight.
Yeah. Me, too. Thank you for the meal.
You're a very good cook.
Yes...
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...
Are you serious?
Yeah. Of course I'm serious.
I wouldn't joke about something like that.
That's so dreadful, Delia. What happened?
Well, why don't you come inside
and I can tell you all about it.
RINGS BUZZER
Oh. Is Terry in?
What flat's he in?
Flat Three.
No. I'm flat three.
Seriously?
Sorry to bother you.
Hey, listen, are you a scouser?
Yeah, I am, yeah.
Me, too, born and bred.
You look cold, like.
Do you wanna come in, have a cup of tea?
No, you're all right.
Come on. It's nice and warm. I've just put the kettle on.
Just for a few minutes, then.
Sound. What's your name?
Paula.
Hi, Paula, I'm Joe. Come in.
Ta.
What's this?
Read it.
"University of Westminster." You're doing a degree course?
Yeah, erm... Health Studies and Complementary Therapies.
They're gonna give me a grant,
so I'll 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, massage and...
I mean, it's stupid. Do you think I'm stupid?
What are you talking about?!
Aren't I always saying you're capable of so much more
than you think you are? Oh, this is brilliant news.
I am so proud of you.
DOOR BUZZER
Every undergraduate needs a bicycle.
SHE GASPS
It's a lovely bike. Thank you, David.
SHE EXHALES, HE CHUCKLES
- 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.
Well, I can't think of anyone I'd rather go with.
You're the positive to my negative.
THUDDING Armed police!
Stay where you are!
Do not move!
TAXI DRIVER: Here we are. DAVID: Thank you. Thank you.
TAXI DRIVER: Cheers now.
DAVID GROANS
TAXI DRIVER: Cheers.
Thank you.
It's damn freezing!
What is it?
"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?
I'm DC Christine Webb, the Family Liaison Officer
assigned to the investigation.
Sweeney's on remand at HMP Wandsworth.
Erm, he'd been living in Finsbury Park
under a false name.
How long's he been in England for?
Er, 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.
- Ah. - 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, God!
I told the 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,
her name was Paula Fields,
was an acquaintance of Sweeney's.
But we don't have any forensic proof
connecting him to her murder.
And the lawyers are saying
we don't have enough to charge him.
What as 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.
No.
DELIA: No. No.
No, no, 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!
You arrested him. You-You-You
and your 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!
Absolutely, Chris. No, no, no.
I-I-I-I get that. I'll tell... I'll tell her.
Not a problem. OK. Any time. All right. You too.
Bye-bye. Bye.
What did your girlfriend have to say?
Erm... She just wants you to know that...
if you decide to testify...
Which I won't.
If...
Then once it's all over,
they will provide you with as much support,
therapy, etc... as you feel you need.
SHE CHUCKLES
What else did she say?
Let's do this after, shall we?
Enjoy our food while it's hot.
No. Now.
Right. She said, erm, 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
because 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!
Delia...
Look...
Look, you're alive, all right?
You survived.
Can't you find it in your heart to...
Think of Paula! Think of Melissa!
Think of their families!
Everyone cares about the dead ones!
Maybe I should have died
and then the police would give a fuck about me!
OK! Forget... forget the dead ones!
Think about a woman, sorry, female, alive,
out there somewhere. Someone like you were once.
You know, vulnerable. Lonely.
Think about what might happen to her if Sweeney's let loose.
Why should I care! Nobody cared about me!
Well, help me to understand, then!
HE SIGHS
SHAKILY: After all that monster did to you!
Why don't you wanna be part of something
that will put him away?
Sweetheart, please.
What's the worst that can happen if you testify?
What are you afraid of?
SHE QUIVERS
It's cold!
What are you doing, David?
David?
Delia, come...
DOOR OPENS, DOOR SLAMS
SIREN BLARES
I'll do the damn trial.
For deeply-held anger and resentment.
For anxiety and tension.
SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
For the release of repression.
SHE INHALES DEEPLY
SHE EXHALES
DOOR OPENS
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 the temptation
to throw bile at Sweeney.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
Delia?
KNOCK ON CUBICLE DOOR
You OK?
You've been called, Delia.
It's time to go in.
All right, Delia!
Don't you talk to me, you fucking creep!
MUTTERING
Would you prefer to take the oath with 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! - Miss Balmer.
And this is the scar, made by the knife
which pierced through my right breast and my right lung!
Miss Balmer. Please cover yourself.
These proceedings must be conducted
in an orderly manner.
Please read the affirmation as it appears on the sheet.
"I do solemnly and sincerely declare and affirm..."
CHILDISH VOICE: "..that the evidence I shall give
"shall be the truth,
"the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
- Sit down, Miss Balmer. - I don't wanna sit down.
Miss Balmer, please control yourself!
This is a court of law, not your personal stage.
The law is a load of shit!
And the law is a load of fucking shit!
JOURNALIST: Ms Balmer, how was your first day in court?
Sod off! No. Sod off!
I want a real drink.
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 two 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 sor... I'm sorry.
I've never spoken to any victim
the way I'm speaking to you now.
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?
He's laughing at you, Delia.
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