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Help me! Help me! |
Why are you doing this to me? |
Whoa ha! Oh yes! |
Help me, please! I'm a human being! |
(man) They're not gonna help you. They're gonna watch. |
What I'm going to do here, darling, |
I'm just gonna push this straight through your-- |
Help me, please. |
(gun cocks) |
Thank you... Thank you... |
- For What? - For coming back For me. |
I came back for this. |
There's more like him on the way. |
Come on. |
White Bear's not far from here; if we step on it we might be |
able to shut it down before they get us. |
What happens if we can't shut it down? |
We can. |
How? Do we hack into it, or something? |
We don't hack anything. We burn the control room down. |
It's not hard, we just slosh a load of petrol round it, |
strike a light and, fucks the electrics or something. |
Here. |
In the bag. |
It's the plans for the transmitter compound. |
I've been planning this, you know. |
Jemima? Lie down for me, darling. |
Go on. It's a game. Yeah, just like what teddy does. |
Lie down for me, darling. |
(screams) |
- Turn around! - What? |
White Bear, there's something not right |
about White Bear. I remember now. |
You "remembered" the woods too... |
Sorry if I don't trust your hunches. |
Okay. Looks clear. |
Okay. |
He was good for something after all. |
Hurry up, we need to go. |
Come on, get out. |
Come with me. |
A picnic with my two best friends. |
Come on. |
This way. |
Oh, shit. |
They'll be here any minute. Give me the plan. |
The transmitter tower's over there. |
And the cabling runs underground into that building. |
Come on. |
Thought so. |
(grunting) |
Let's go. |
Get back. |
Or everything goes up. I mean it. Stay back. |
Stay back. |
(saw starts whirring) |
Argh!! |
Argh!!! |
(applause, cheering) |
Thank you. |
So. |
I guess you're wondering why you're here? |
It's time to tell you who you are. |
You've looked better. |
(laughter) |
Do you recognise him? |
Huh...Yes. |
Your fianc, Iain Rannoch. |
Or should I say was your fianc. |
In case you haven't guessed the pair of you aren't very popular. |
But I'll tell you what you are though. |
You're famous. |
(man) The trial of Victoria Skillane finally |
concluded today, the verdict guilty. |
Together with her fianc Iain Rannoch whose death in custody |
had delayed the trial Skillane abducted 6-year-old Jemima Sykes |
just miles from her home, prompting a nationwide search |
amidst emotional pleas from her parents. |
For months the youngster's disappearance had been a |
mystery, the sole clue being her distinctive white teddy bear, |
discovered in a lay-by two miles from the family home. |
The white bear became an enduring symbol in the hunt for |
Jemima, a hunt that ended in a local forest. |
Jemima's body was found here. |
It had been wrapped in a sleeping bag and burned. |
The couple were caught after harrowing |
footage of Jemima's torture and murder was discovered on |
a mobile phone in Skillane's possession. |
Iain Rannoch identified by his distinctive tattoo, killed the |
youngster as Victoria Skillane held the camera. |
Breaking down in tears, Skillane admitted to filming Jemima's |
final moments, claiming her fianc had pressured her into |
helping him maintaining she was "under his spell". |
The jury was not convinced by Skillane's story |
and neither was the judge, |
who labelled her a uniquely wicked and poisonous individual. |
"You were an enthusiastic spectator to |
Jemima's suffering. You actively revelled in her |
anguish" he said...adding her punishment would be |
proportionate and considered. By hanging himself in his |
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