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Listen to me, Beth! Turn it off!
You turn it off!
Turn it off!
You turn it off, Beth!
Beth? Turn it off! Please!
Turn it off.
[keys rattling]
- [door opens] - Beth?
Wait! I'm sorry, I was pissed.
Can we just talk about this properly, please?
I've said some really awful shit. Beth, I love you.
Listen, we can work this out.
[muffled shouting]
Beth, please!
Beth!
That day, I didn't go to work. I just stayed at home and...
...tried to work out how to make amends.
But she just didn't come back.
And thanks to the block, I couldn't...
I couldn't message her. I couldn't call her.
After a week, I was pretty desperate.
So I just hung around outside her work, like a stalker.
Tim! Gita!
Have you seen Beth?
Um, she left.
Left. What, like...?
Handed in her notice.
No one knows where she is.
[Gita] Joe?
- Joe! - No, leave him.
I was still hopeful that she would get in touch,
or at least remove the block so that I could contact her.
But no.
When there's a block, you can't even wallow properly.
You can't switch it off.
You can't take the Zed-Eyes out.
And it doesn't just block them, it blocks every image of them.
So every memory I had of her was vandalised.
And then one day I'm out in town and...
...it was her.
She was pregnant.
She'd kept it.
Well, I just sort of lost it. I just ran over
and started pleading with her. Just pleading.
[muffled]
Turn it off. Turn it off. Just turn it off.
- Turn it off. Beth, turn it off. - Help. Get him off me!
Some passer-by called the police.
They took me down the station.
And that was that.
So, by now, the block's got legal backing.
And there's a GPS so that if I go within ten metres of her,
bang, I get arrested.
Harsh.
Yeah, and I've got no idea where she is.
If... Whether she's had the baby or not.
Whether it's a boy or a girl.
If it's OK.
I've got absolutely no way of getting in touch with her.
Except, um, I knew where her dad lived.
So I write her a letter, this begging letter.
Laying it all out, you know, and, um, I get no response.
So I write again...
...and again...
...and again.
No response.
She cut you out good.
But there was one thing I could do.
I knew she spent every Christmas with him at his place,
so I knew that she would definitely be there.
So, the day before, Christmas Eve, I headed up.
And where her dad lived was this isolated place in the back of beyond.
I'd never been up there without her.
It was weird being on the outside.
I waited there all day. Until...
Well, I had to take a closer look.
You alright to get those bags, Beth?
And there's her dad with our baby, but I can't even see its face because...
Legal blocks cover offspring too.
Been there.
That hurts.
[Joe] I couldn't even tell if it was a boy or a girl.
I know it sounds stupid...
...but seeing something...
...was better than nothing.
So I kept going back.
It became an annual pilgrimage.
Once a year I'd head up there and watch them from a distance.
Watching the kid grow up, you know?
[muffled]
More than anything I just wanted to make some sort of contact.
Anything.
So, one Christmas, kid must have been about four by now,
I headed up there and I took a little present with me.
Just a small, stupid thing.
For the first time, I could see she was a girl.
I had a daughter.
So, Santa Claus...
...did you try it again next year?
Something happened before then.