- Ring me if you ever... - What? ..want to ring me.
Sarah Gordon at SIFA flagged up issues with the building itself.
We're speaking to the people who refurbished it in 2008.
MacAfee Construction.
Well, the police just spoke to me
to see if we're culpable of doing things that maybe made a fire
turn into a really bad fire.
There is likely to be a fatal accident enquiry.
The families will want answers.
I'd like to speak with a guest staying with you.
Pia Salvador.
Have you shown this to anyone?
What does it mean?
That my mum and dad had sex in your mum's bed.
I was just wondering if you asked your mum about the photo.
No. I never saw her.
I think you need to stop sleuthing.
You don't know what you're getting into.
What, so you mean trust no-one?
Will you keep an eye on Emma Hedges?
Why?
She knows something that was never disclosed.
- Hi, Dad. - We need to talk about that photo.
- Come over in the morning. - Got myself into trouble.
♪ Baby, you understand me now?
♪ If sometimes you see that I'm mad
♪ Don't you know that no-one alive can always be an angel?
♪ When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
♪ Oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
♪ Oh, Lord, please, don't let me be misunderstood. ♪
I hope everything goes OK with your dad.
How long do you think you'll be with him?
The thing we need to talk about could turn out to be big.
Even the fact that it's come out could be big, so...
Sorry. I will tell you at some point.
That's fine.
If you're free at lunchtime, maybe we can meet for a poke of chips.
You had me at poke.
What are you like?
Two all-nighters in a row.
No, this wasn't anything like...
I mean, that was... Like, I was, uh...
God knows.
- But this guy... - What's up?
I'm in love.
With a guy you just met?
Yeah.
Who you've known since...?
Yesterday.
Who is he?!
His name's Daniel.
I met him outside that club when I went back for my bag,
and... he's wonderful.
0 to 60, aren't you?
Right.
Try not to get married before I've finished my shift.
OK.
And don't give him your PIN number.
OK!
Skye?
My dad rang me last night.
He says we need to talk about that photo.
You're joking.
How would he know I've seen it?
Don't know.
You didn't tell your mum?
No.
Do you think I'm a liar?
No!
Good.
We have the Procurator Fiscal with us today.
Where would you like to start?
Have you found any link at all
between Shuggie Brock murdering Ian Howie
and the deaths of Shelley Nardoni and Bashir Kumar?
No.
So two unfortunate innocents?
It's looking like this was the chain of events.
Brock kills Howie to try and get out of debt pressure.
He locks the door to the office to cover his actions.
He doesn't know that these two are in there.
He realises he's accidentally killed Bashir Kumar and his own niece.
He kills himself by jumping off the bridge.
Sarah Gordon's report is due today.
We'll go through it with her this afternoon,
get the full picture of what and who contributed to the fire at Secrets.
Not just Shuggie Brock -
the building companies are of interest to me -
and see how we should proceed.
Ah, boss, got five minutes?
Aye, Neil. Come away in.
Well, the photo of the parents is interesting,
but it's not substantive.
Someone citing dismemberment when it was never disclosed is,
so I'd agree that needs followed up.
I didn't push her at all, to be fair.
I could have another chat with her, see what she says.
Good. See where that takes you.
OK. Will do.
- What about Drew? - Oh, aye.
Ask him about his relationship with his ex.
Do whatever needs done.
Initial enquiries.
Thanks, boss.
What's she like - the lassie, Emma?
She's got her head screwed on.
Bobby's still at it. Good.
Let's see what you've got for us.
Got any data yet?
We're still reviewing the chromatograms
from last night's run of police samples.
We're making nice progress. I think we're a good team.
Let's have a check-in meeting in a couple of days, OK?
I'm not here this afternoon.
I've got a meeting with the Fiscal to discuss the fire report.
The internal walls don't go to roof height above the false ceiling
so there's a void which filled with smoke.
So put that. Everyone can get that.
OK, good.
I told Neil you were dying to know who the anthro was on Marie Monroe.
- His lips were zipped. - Ugh.
She went missing in August.
She was dug up in November.
That's up to three months in the ground
exposed to fauna, warmish soil.
- I just wonder what they had to work with. - How decomposed, you mean? - Yeah.
How's Emma?
She seems OK.
Hiya.
Hey.
I'm guessing you found it when you stayed over here.
Yeah.
I mean, I don't know why you were going through my things,
but, given that you did, and you found it,
I can see why it might get you thinking.
What I don't get at all is why you didn't just ask me about it.
Well, you weren't here.
- I have a phone. - You don't answer it.
You don't! You disappear. You're inconsistent.
- Talk to me properly. - OK.
I went through your things,
and the reason that I did was cos you left me here
in the middle of the night.
There was some guy banging at the door at 3am,
wanting to come in and collect something,
saying he was expected,
and I thought, "Shit, he must be buying drugs off my dad."
I thought the flat must be full of drugs.
"Shit, what if they're in this case under the bed?"
And I was panicking and freaking out because it was 3am, and...
...I'd got no idea where you'd gone.
If you hadn't have left me, I wouldn't have found the photo,
but I left you two voice mails.
I'm sorry. I don't always listen to my voice mails.
You're better off texting me.
And I'm sorry that you were scared.
- I didn't want to wake you. - Where did you go?
Over to see my girlfriend Shauna.
She was feeling a bit jealous.
Who was the guy at the door?
Could have been my pal Tam. He never makes sense after midnight.
All right.
Let's talk about this, OK?
No bullshit. Adult to adult.
This photograph is exactly what it looks like.
It's me and your mum in bed together.
Izzy's bed in Izzy's place in - you can just make it out -
May 2000.
Izzy took it.
Now, clearly your mum and I have just slept together.
We did sleep together from time to time over the years
because we had never really completely stopped... wanting to.
Did Jimmy know?
No.
I genuinely don't think so,
and, like I say, it was very occasional.
I was away for long stretches,
and it was always in the day, or just after school.
And where was I?
Well, Izzy would take you and Skye off somewhere.
Marie would return the favour
if Izzy ever wanted to hook up with someone.
Did you want Mum back?
No.
Did she want you back?
She had more sense than that.
So what was it?
A known connection. Fun. Naughty.
That was the year before she died.
I'm very aware of that.
I can see where your mind's going, and mine would go there, too,
but I was back in the rig the day before
your mother was last seen alive,
and I stayed in the rig for two weeks.
Now, Emma, darling, sorry, Shauna made that candle.
- Well, it's horrible. - Hey.
- Well, it is. - You're being a brat.
Who told you I'd seen it - Izzy?
- It's not relevant. - It is to me.
What you and my mum got up to is relevant to me, and...
What we did was between two adults and didn't affect anyone else...
- ...every couple of years... - Will you let me finish?
- ...but I lost my mum! - Shut up! Shut up a minute!
When your mum went missing,
when she was found, it was hellish.
All of us suffered. I don't want folk to suffer more now.
Now, I'm asking you to drop this.
There's nothing to see here.
Nothing to gain.
And, please, don't tell Jimmy.
I haven't told Jimmy,
but I have told the police.
I think you'll come to regret that.
- Hi. - Hi.
Come on. Let's go.
You ever been mackerel fishing?
No.
You can go out on a boat just up the road from here.
Fancy trying it sometime?
Definitely.
I love you.
Well, you said it first.
- What? - Almost the first thing you said to me.
I gave you your bag back, and you said, "I love you."
Well, "I love you" means thank you.
Not in Scotland.
Well, I... I do love you.
Need to get this, sorry.
- You all right? - Hiya, son. How the fuck are you?
- I'm OK. - Can you talk? - Sure.
Patrick can do four o'clock today.
He'll take us through whatever shite they'll be trying to throw at you
with regard to the fire at Secrets.
OK.
This is what it means to run a company, son. It's tough,
- and you're learning the hard way. - Yeah. - It'll be the making of you.
- You'll get through it. I know you will. - Thanks, Dad.
How about dinner this week on me?
Well, if I do, could I maybe bring someone?
Of course you can. Take care, son.
When was it built - Secrets?
We didn't build Secrets.
We did it up in 2008.
Well, you weren't the director then, surely?
I wasn't. My dad was.
So why is it you that the solicitor needs to see?
I was the foreman.
I was the foreman, and people have died.
- Boss. - Thank you, Trina.
You know someone's waiting on you at the front desk, don't you?
- No. - Drew Cubbin.
- You're fine, you're fine, you're fine. - Sorry.
- Professor Gordon hasn't been in. - Thank you. - No problem.
Let me do the cleaning up by myself tonight. You finish early.
OK. Thanks.
You know that fire scene Prof Gordon was working on?
- Was it a club? - Yeah.
Was it called Secrets?
Yeah. It's been all over the news.
The reason I came in.
Thought you might like this.
It's all yours.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Seems to have caused some consternation.
Can we talk? Man to man.
Well, I am and you are, so on you go.
The thing about Marie,
it wasn't easy for her to reach orgasm.
- OK. - There was a trick to it.
Not a trick. Trick's the wrong word.
You had to know what you were doing.
- OK. - Are you with me?
Yeah, you knew what you were doing.
Her and me... it worked.
You know? Now, I'm not saying that that's all there was to it.
You know, we were fond of one another right enough,
but she was married to Jimmy Levin for six years and didn't come once.
She was never going to leave him. I liked my freedom.
It was a mutually satisfactory, occasional, physical thing.
- Two coffees. - Thank you.
Thanks.
Why was she never going to leave him?
Because she knew he'd support her.
She had an aversion to him physically,
but he loved her and gave her security.
Did Marie have other lovers aside from you?
No.
You sound sure.
Well, I don't see when she would have managed it.
And I think she would have told me.
I mean, it would have been OK for her to.
What about Izzy Alessi?
What about her?
Quite an intimate moment she photographed -
you and Marie in bed.
Was Izzy physically intimate with you or Marie?
No, no.
Now we're entering the realms of fantasy.
No.
You know, I had one or two nights with Izzy when we were at school.
Pished. We were just pals after that.
Yeah, I love her to bits, but she's too fruit-loops for me.
We were always easy, the three of us. Uninhibited.
It was no big deal for Izzy to take that photo.
It was just fun, you know?
You know what it was?
Because we all knew each other from so young...
Phew.
When we got together,
however many years had passed, whatever else was going on,
we just reverted to that state.
I know we spoke to you in 2001. I know you were alibied.
You didn't tell us at the time
that you and Marie continued to be lovers.
Why?
Because it had nothing to do with her murder.
As far as you know.
Well, Jimmy Levin didn't do it, did he?
Because?
Because he doesn't have the balls.
Emma's impetuous.
You know, she loves her drama. Very smart cookie, mind you.
First-class degree in chemistry.
Impressive.
Would you mind?
Thank you.
I take it you'd be OK for us to get this down in statement form?
OK.
And take a DNA sample from you?
Oh, aye.
Give me a minute to set up. I'll have the MOOC questions ready.
Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking,
but was your friend Pia yesterday by any chance
the postcard sender?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Neil, hi. - Kathy...
I've been looking through the Marie Monroe reports,
and I'd like your professional opinion on something.
- Sure. - Fantastic.
Well, will I send the stuff over,
and, well, we can chat through it whenever it suits you?
- Perfect. - See you later.
Bye, Neil. Take care.
I'm sorry I was a bitch just then.
Pia is the postcard sender,
and I totally blew it so I can't talk about it, OK?
I'm ready when you are.
Shelley Nardoni's mother is furious
that Secrets nightclub owner Shuggie Brock killed himself
and can't be held to account for the death of her daughter.
The Kumars are shoulder to shoulder with the Nardonis
- in wanting to see justice done... - Of course.
...but they've hit a wall.
- They want to sue for these deaths. - Loss to society. - Exactly.
But who are they going to sue?
They can't sue Brock - he's dead.
His insurance won't pay out because he started the fire.
His estate is worth nothing because of his debts.
So the focus of blame is shifting to the building company
- that refurbished Secrets. - MacAfee Construction.
Patrick, this is my son Daniel,
director of MacAfee Construction.
- Good to meet you, Daniel. - Nice to meet you.
I'm a wee bit pressured time-wise. Are we OK to get stuck in?
Look, I want justice done for the families, too,
but my starting point has to be
is there a sufficiency of evidence to raise a criminal charge?
Now, let's go over Sarah's report.
Well, the doors were sub-standard.
They didn't comply with FD30, let alone FD60.
They wouldn't even have given half an hour protection.
Another thing is you used polystyrene tiles on the ceilings.
Polystyrene tiles melt and drip fire onto the area below them,
and, due to bad house-keeping,
there was plenty of fuel for them to drip onto.
You mentioned fuel loading in the office.
- Boxes of crisps. - A really good fuel source.
There was a pack of kitchen roll by the toaster,
so the fire started in the toaster
then most likely developed in the kitchen roll,
extended up to ceiling height,
melting ceiling tiles,
breaching into the ceiling cavity then melted more tiles,
which dripped fire onto the boxes of crisps in the office,
igniting them and creating a second seat of fire.
Any suggestion the fuel loading was intentional on Brock's part?
No. The barman says it's been like that for years.
We need to remember that Shelley and Bashir were locked in that room.
Yes, but the void above the false ceilings didn't go to roof height,
suggesting that was a major factor in the spread of the fire.
This is a joke.
The major factor is Shuggie Brock set fire to his own property.
Daniel MacAfee is the statutory director of MacAfee Construction,
but Phil MacAfee was the director at the point of investigation
when this refurbishment was done, and his son was the foreman.
Phil MacAfee runs a separate business now.
What's my boy looking at?
We'll know more after the big meeting they're having,
but I think...
We're looking at MacAfee Construction,
prosecuting the company for corporate homicide.
Jesus Christ.
Not you personally. The company.
They'll be looking to fine MacAfee Construction.
- Well, how much? - A substantial amount.
No. Corporate homicide. It's not enough.
Builders, right? Anybody can be a builder.
There's no entry qualification.
Anybody can be a builder, which is why some of them are so bad.
It is in the public interest to prosecute these kinds of breaches.
I've read your reports.
The Health and Safety Executive report was damning.
No.
These individuals, Phil and Daniel MacAfee,
these individuals acted with blatant disregard
for the safety of the public,
and what goes on the indictment should reflect that.
Culpable homicide.
I'm going after the MacAfees.
There was no anthro.
What?
Marie Monroe's remains were examined by a pathologist.
- What?! - A trainee pathologist.
How can you not use an anthro when you have dismembered remains
dumped in the ground for months?
Some of the bones were never recovered.
Can you imagine what they might have missed?!
- Where are you going? - One of my PhD students is broken.
Why don't you put them down here? Down here.
Hi, Daniel, it's Patrick here.
Listen, pal. The Fiscal's going to play hardball.
He's got a warrant for your arrest for culpable homicide,
but he won't pass it to the police if you surrender at court tomorrow.
Give me a ring. I'll talk you through it. OK? Bye-bye.
- Hello. - How are you doing?
Awful.
Do you want to meet up?
No. No, thanks.
- I'm just going to go home. - OK. Call me later.
Marie was buried in a closed coffin.
We knew her remains were skeletal.
I remember being advised not to see them,
and I had no desire to.
They'd identified Marie with dental records.
Nobody ever mentioned dismemberment to me.
Until Emma did.
Until Izzy Alessi put the idea in Emma's head,
and Emma ran with it.
- Are you in contact with Izzy? - No, no, no.
I'd sometimes see her when Marie was alive, but barely at all since.
The last time I saw her, she was in a shocking condition.
And when was that?
Oh, years ago in the town centre.
She looked like a street junkie.
And she wasn't like that when Marie was alive?
No.
She hit rock bottom after.
Was Marie a good influence on Izzy?
That's an interesting way of coming at it.
I always thought Izzy was a bad influence on Marie.
How was the physical side of things between you and Marie?
Fine.
Drew tells us he and Marie slept together occasionally
after she was married to you.
No. No.
He's lying.
We have a photo, uh, to support it.
You weren't aware?
No.
Hello. Julie?
Anyone there?
- What the hell are you up to? - What are you talking about?
The arrogance of you!
Never... never thinking how anyone else might be affected,
how anyone else might... might need to know
that you're taking yourself off to the police.
No warning to anybody that you've dragged this whole thing up,
and we've had to have our noses shoved in it again!
I've just had Jimmy on the phone.
He's just been told that Marie was cheating on him!
I've just had a Detective fucking Inspector McKinven on the phone,
saying that he's coming to my home tomorrow to talk to me.
You... We're real people
with real feelings and you've just treated us like SHIT!
- I'm sorry. - No, no, you have to think.
Well, I've said that I'm sorry.
It's too late for sorry.
Well, then, you know what? I'm not sorry.
If no-one's got anything to hide, fine.
Let the police ask anything they want, no harm done,
but if someone is hiding something,
I don't care how close they are to me - bring it on.
Are you Philip MacAfee?
Yes, I am.
I represent Philip MacAfee.
He makes no plea or declaration, and he seeks bail.
Bail is not opposed.
Stand up, Mr MacAfee.
- Are you Daniel MacAfee? - Yes.
I represent Daniel MacAfee.
He makes no plea or declaration, and he seeks bail.
Bail is not opposed.
Stand up, Mr MacAfee.
- What was that? - Oh, I know.
- Quicker than a carwash. - So what now?
You both just made your appearance on petition,
so now they have to serve the indictment within ten months
and start the trial by this time next year.
What do we do?
We roll up our sleeves and get negotiating.
Serious damage limitation.
Talk sense into Fiscal because he's being a bastard.
Aye.
Now, I know you're a tight team,
but the fact of you being director at the time
and you being the foreman could get very, very complicated,
which means, regretfully, I can't work for you both,
so, Daniel, you'll need to get independent representation.
We better do it.
And the standard advice in this situation is
that the two of you don't discuss the case.
What's the worst-case scenario?
Well, it's culpable homicide, so the worst-case scenario is, you know...
Jail.
I lost my temper with Emma last night.
She thinks that there's a magic key,
and she'll find it and get to the truth.
It's naive.
Marie was in a crowd of thousands of people
from all over the world,
many of whom left Dundee the next day by sea.
She was drunk.
She got into a row with Jimmy because she was drunk.
Anything could have happened with anyone.
It even occurred to me that she might have chosen to lose herself.
But then they found her body and that was that.
Why would she have wanted to lose herself?
She had structure with Jimmy and two lovely kids,
but I think she found it a bit staid.
I don't know.
Emma and I will make it up. We always do.
How did she come to live with you?
I... After Marie went missing, I rushed up to Dundee.
We were all crowded into Jimmy's.
Me and my husband, Jimmy's Mum.
I was pregnant at the time.
And, uh, we came back to Manchester after two weeks,
but I'd visit as much as I could.
And then, come November...
...after they found Marie's body,
it was decided that I would take Emma back to Manchester for a bit
to keep her out of the fray.
We set up home.
The two of us worked well together, so...
and then... she asked me to adopt her.
Just the two of you?
Mm. I, uh, I lost the baby...
...after Marie was found,
and my marriage went up the wazoo a bit later.
Hell of a time.
Indeed.
Louise, can I show you something?
Sure.
What it is is this unknown here keeps cropping up.
I know we've not identified the molecule yet,
but I keep seeing the same peak.
Different drug sample, same retention time.
- It's tiny, I know. - I'm impressed you saw that, actually.
Let's keep an eye on it as we keep collecting data.
Might be something we need to tell Professor Gordon about.
Nice work.
I get Emma wanted answers.
She's young.
But for me...
...to get by, I had to...
I've had to let go.
If there were answers out there, we would have found them by now.
It couldn't have been Jimmy.
I mean, I know... Marie and Jimmy had argued,
but Jimmy wouldn't hurt a fly.
He was all bluster.
And it couldn't have been Drew.
He was out on a rig in the North Sea.
Did you know Drew and Marie continued to sleep together?
Not till yesterday.
Uh, Jimmy rang and told me as soon as you told him.
Hm. What did you think when you heard?
That Drew's a greedy wee bastard
who wouldn't let her out of his clutches, even after he left her.
Why did he leave her?
Oh, well, it was all a bit too real life for him, wasn't it?
Broken sleep, teething, nappies.
It's all a bit much to deal with
when you prefer sitting around getting stoned.
- You're not keen. - Hm.
I hate him.
He's the worst kind of bastard cos he's weak.
I heard a rumour that he took drugs onto the rigs,
and I can see him doing it, too.
Easy money, and it would appeal to his vanity.
You know, being the guy with the goods.
I never linked it cos I never knew they stayed lovers.
But if Drew was mixing with dodgy people,
and Marie was still seeing Drew,
maybe she was mixing with them, too.
We need to go back to Drew.
We need the employment records for when he worked on the rigs.
And I want to talk to Jimmy again
about that argument he had with Marie.
- Is it too late to get to Izzy today? - Nope. - Right, let's go.
I mean, if it had been me,
the first thing I would have done is follow animal tracks,
try to excavate fox dens and badger sets for the missing bones,
but nobody did that!
Where are Marie Monroe's missing bones?
Still in the dump site?
You know what?
What Neil sent me to look over so far is so depressingly bad,
- I could even believe that. - I've got first years in two minutes.
Relax. I'm very important, too.
Mm. I put fresh ginger in.
- Yummy. I got you the salmon. - Lovely, thank you.
Saw your friend in there.
Pia.
Black Americano, please.
What's up?
I am looking for you.
Oh.
I was in the bathroom.
I'm sorry I was mean.
Forget it.
Can I see you tonight?
- I have plans tonight. - Tomorrow? - I leave tomorrow.
What kind of plans? You don't know anyone here.
I make friends fast.
Change your plans.
- No. - Please.
You've got months and months to negotiate with the Fiscal.
It might not be anywhere near as bad as you think.
I know you're a good person.
Come in with me and meet Skye.
Don't sit here on your own.
Skye?
Come up.
Have you come for the bed?
Jesus, Skye. What are you doing?
Who's this?
Daniel.
Brought your big car so you could put the bed in, hey?
What bed? Look, I don't know what you're talking about.
Skye, he doesn't know what you're talking about.
We've not come for the bed. What's happened?
- The police are with my mum. - What?
Do you think because your mum was murdered you can do what you like?
No.
Report your friends to the police just cos you feel like it?
Skye, I didn't report you to the police.
I want you out. Now.
Give me my keys. Chuck them.
Emma, give her the keys.
I don't trust you an inch.
I hope you know what you're getting into.
- She's a piece of work. - Skye, please, listen to me.
Get your stuff and go.
Come on. Come on.
What a disgrace.
To persecute a dying woman in her hospital bed.
I'm very sorry you feel like that, Miss Alessi.
Believe me, that's the last thing we're here to do.
As I say, we think you might be able to help us,
and we know what a treasured friend Marie was to you,
and we hoped you'd weigh that up against any inconvenience caused.
Oh, she was a treasured friend.
Not a day goes by I don't think of her.
It was like losing part of me.
Well, let's see this photo, then.
Look at them.
So young.
So pretty.
What can I tell you?
I took it.
They're in my bed.
They had a pump from time to time, for old time's sake,
and that's all there is to it.
There's another thing I want to ask you about.
It concerns Marie's body.
I believe you mentioned to Emma Hedges
that Marie's bones were cut up.
I... I don't remember.
You don't remember saying it, or you don't remember knowing it?
I'm not a bad person.
I don't think you are.
Skye's my oldest friend.
Her mum and my mum had us a month apart.
They put us in a cot together.
We went to nursery together, to school together.
Skye's the sweetest, kindest person you could meet.
- She had a knife. - Only because she's scared.
Of what?
What I might find out about my mum.
Is it true what she said?
- That your mum was... - Yeah.
They never found out what happened.
Jesus, Emma.
I'm going to.
This was for my mum.
The last time I saw her was at a ship's festival.
Did you report Skye?
I had a chat with the police guy.
What was all that about the bed?
It was to do with my dad.
Well, what's your dad's bed doing there?
It belongs to Izzy. Skye's mum.
But I don't understand why the bed was...
Well, neither do I!
And I'm trying to think, OK? I'm trying to work it out.
I'm sorry.
I'm scared, too.
Live here as long as you want.
This is such a big thing.
Doesn't feel it.
And I hope I don't bring you down.
Eh?
Going somewhere dark.
Listen, I was charged with culpable homicide this morning.
I mean in my head.
Can you talk about it?
You know you can say anything.
- And you won't run for the hills? - No.
This is the bed.
That's my mum and dad.
They used to meet at Izzy's to have sex
when my mum was married to my step-dad.
Yeah, me and Skye thought it was a laugh when we found it.
Skye said she'd ask Izzy about it, but then she told me she hadn't.
- Next thing, she's pulling a knife on us. - To stop you taking the bed?
And why would the bed be worth taking?
If there was evidence on it.
What if my mum was murdered on that bed?
What if it was Izzy that did it?
Have you got a number for your police guy?
Yeah. But what if I'm wrong?
You need to tell them before they can destroy...
- Izzy's a friend, and she's ill. - I know! But you've got to call them.
It can't be wrong to say you know where the bed is cos you do.
I'll back you up.
Hello, Emma.