Professor T (2021) s03e06 Episode Script

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MUSIC: "Je T'attendrai"
by Brice Davoli & Fiona Sanjabi
(indistinct chatter)
-(door opens, closes)
-(Lisa) Hello? Dad?
(song continues playing
over car radio)
(song concludes)
MUSIC: "Professor T Main Titles"
by Hannes De Maeyer
(music concludes)
-(monitor beeping)
-(door closes)
(Wilfred) Jasper.
I can sit with your mother
for a while.
You do realise
hospital-acquired pneumonia
has a top-line mortality rate
of 75 percent?
One in four chance of survival.
Once I have showered and completed
a course of antibiotics,
I shall return.
-(door opens, closes)
-Has he gone?
(chuckles softly) Yes.
How are you feeling?
As Rembrandt is my witness,
I heard the pearly gates open.
They could do with some oil.
Oh, no, don't fuss, Wilfred.
There's work to be done.
As you're probably aware,
-I took a tumble.
-Mm, from your attic.
Fortunately, the floor was there
to break my fall.
My intention was to retrieve
and destroy the cache of diaries,
and that thing of Jasper's.
-Would you like me to
-Oh.
You know where to find
the spare key.
Under the smiling Buddha.
(classical music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
-(phone rings)
-(Dan) Oh, it's Paul.
-I'll catch you up. Hi, Paul.
-Yeah.
-(Lisa) Looks like an RTA.
-(music fades)
It does. However, we found
a trace of silver paint and a dent.
Might've been enough
to make it veer off the road.
According to the paramedics,
the driver had internal bleeding
and head trauma.
The airbag had been used
and not replaced.
-Okay. Thank you.
-Cheers.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Victim's Marianne Tierney,
35 years old.
And the good news,
we get to tell the husband.
What's the address?
He's at the gym on Fountain Street.
(Peter claps) Let's go!
No, no, heels, heels together,
heels together,
go back round again, come on.
No, you need to work
on your height.
You need to work on your height,
get higher.
Next, come on!
(indistinct chatter)
(Peter) She said she'd be
a couple of hours.
-Did she say where she was going?
-Erm
She was, er
She she was meeting a friend.
-You didn't ask who?
-(scoffs)
I called every friend
I could think of. Erm
I must've called Marianne, er
30, 40 times. And, er
(sobs)
Am I gonna wake up from this?
(cries)
Huh, "Am I gonna wake up?"
You never know
when it's gonna end, do you?
-What?
-I don't know, it's
it's, like, he called her 40 times,
right?
He's up all night.
He loved her, and (exhales)
she's gone.
-Sorry.
-(Lisa) Mm.
Sorry. Let's go.
MUSIC: "Bella Tarentella" by
Alain Pewzner & Maurizio Macioce
(song concludes)
Ah! You are here.
Well, your phone message
didn't leave me a lot of choice.
Did it not?
Perhaps you misconstrued
the nuance.
(indistinct chatter)
Jasper, I'm beyond the boundary
of what is appropriate
just by being here.
And yet you tell yourself?
I tell myself
we're close to a breakthrough.
And then you will be
finished with me. Perfect.
My mother had a fall.
She was, apparently, in the attic.
I need to know
what she was looking for.
And I'm here why?
I cannot go in the attic.
(clicks tongue) Of course not.
-(melancholic music playing)
-(door creaks)
(Helena) It's a good attic.
-Is it?
-(Helena) Yeah.
A clean attic
is a sign of an empty life.
Oh.
I think I might've found
what she was looking for.
-(object clatters)
-(Helena sighs)
(music fades)
I I I cannot read these.
You will have to do it.
-(Helena) Oh, no. Erm
-I am trusting you, of course
only to impart the information
which is absolutely essential.
Hmm.
Are you expecting
Adelaide's permission?
'Cause this is
your mother's property.
I'm bound by a code of ethics.
I see.
(pensive music playing)
Ha!
Everything I wish to know
may be contained within this volume
and yet we are unable to read it.
-(clicks tongue, inhales sharply)
-I I
I do not want my mother
to know that we have seen these.
Er, we
we shall have to put them back.
You mean,
I'll have to put them back.
May I?
Oh. Yes, it was, er
It was like that when I found it.
"Narcissistic" was one of the words
they asked me to spell.
"Conscientious," that was another.
Trying to make everyone happy.
Erm
This, er
this is triggering a memory. Erm
My seventh birthday party,
in the cellar,
peering through the door.
And I can see my father's feet
suspended in mid-air.
(male voice) It's not your fault,
we're gonna fix this.
-And I can hear his voice, talking.
-(gasps)
Could it have been somebody else?
-Is that blood?
-(foreboding music playing)
(music concludes)
(indistinct chatter)
We'd like to speak
with whoever's dealing
with the car accident
on Downham Road, please.
-Yes, of course.
-Thank you.
(sighs)
It's gonna be all right, hmm?
It's gonna be all right.
-Yeah.
-(Seb) Peter Tierney's my coach.
Seb's in the national
gymnastics team.
(Seb) We've got
the World Championships coming up.
(Leah) In two weeks.
I think it's fair to say that Seb
hasn't been fully applying himself.
-I had a row with Peter.
-(foreboding music playing)
And Marianne, she called me,
wanted to meet.
To patch things up.
She's done this before.
(Seb)
We arranged to meet at The Bistro.
On the way, I missed the turning.
Driving back, my
my car glanced against
It happened to be Marianne's car.
Did you see her crash?
Tell the truth.
I didn't know it was Marianne.
It was dark, heavy rain.
In my rear-view,
I saw the car leave the road.
-The fact is, he saw the driver
-Just let Seb answer.
I saw her get out of the car.
(Dan) You still
didn't recognise Marianne?
Well, no. But I assumed
whoever it was, I
I assumed she was fine.
You didn't think to check?
I was worried
I might be over the limit.
So, what did you do?
(Seb) I went to The Bistro.
I waited.
I called Marianne, I got no reply.
(exhales)
I started to worry,
so I drove back.
The ambulance was there.
And that's when
he recognised the car.
(Seb) I didn't know what to do.
Oh, it's all right!
-It's all right.
-(sniffs)
We're not gonna be able to prove
dangerous driving,
or being over the limit.
Issue him with a summons
for leaving the scene.
(Lisa)
One thing that doesn't add up,
Seb said that Marianne Tierney
got out of the car.
Despite suffering from injuries
that killed her.
Ask forensics,
see if there's any mud
on her shoes.
(sombre music playing)
Nice one, Dad.
(yawns)
(Jackson) Here we are.
It's a little cooler in here.
(indistinct chatter)
Yeah, okay.
What did you say,
you want some tea?
-(birds chirping)
-(music fades)
(Professor Tempest)
Narcissistic parents
seek the attention, adulation,
and compliance of their children.
(student 1 coughs)
To achieve this, they oscillate
between clingy emotional blackmail,
and cold, distant behaviour.
(student 2 clears throat)
The children of such parents
often grow up
to become childless adults.
Treated by the parent
as an adjunct,
they are unable to countenance
the separation
that having a child of their own
would create.
(student 3 coughs)
The narcissistic parent
will react with contempt, rage,
psychological abuse,
and physical violence,
when the objectified child
unwittingly reneges
on his obligation
to act as the source
of narcissistic supply.
Right, so we know Marianne Tierney,
35 years old, six weeks pregnant,
suffered a retrosternal haematoma
caused by the impact
of the steering wheel,
and a bleed on the brain
caused by the internal whiplash.
But that's not how she died.
This just came in.
-(melancholic music playing)
-Petechial rash here,
plus, the mucosal edema
on the pharynx
confirms that Marianne
was suffocated.
Who is our first interview?
-Er, the husband, Peter Tierney.
-He is also Seb's coach.
Yesterday, the killer
was playing a part.
Today, they have awoken
in anticipation of act two,
in which they are shocked to learn
that Marianne was murdered.
They have rehearsed their reaction.
Do not let them use it.
Withhold the information
that this is a murder inquiry.
The resulting tension will almost
certainly cause them to act out.
In what way?
We shall have to wait and see.
(thumping)
(keyboard keys clacking)
-(music fades)
-(Professor Tempest) Back at work?
This is Professor Tempest.
He's assisting us with the case.
I'm just letting my friends know
that my wife's dead,
-is that okay with you?
-(Dan) Peter,
-er, we spoke to Seb Vermorel.
-(Peter) Why?
-He was a witness to the crash.
-Seb?
What what did he see?
(Lisa) Well, he saw the car
leave the road.
He didn't know it was Marianne
until he was driving home.
Is that why he's not here today?
I believe he's your star.
-He could be.
-(Lisa) Could be?
He lacks discipline.
Er, he came into the station
with his mother and father.
(scoffs) The mother had discipline.
As what?
-A gymnast.
-(Lisa) What happened?
Broke her neck
performing the Thomas Salto.
-A move now banned.
-You've done your research.
Did you know
your wife was pregnant?
What?
(foreboding music playing)
Your wife was six weeks pregnant.
I had no idea.
(Lisa) What do you think?
It requires four facial muscles
to express surprise.
These expressions range from,
"I did not know that,"
to, "That is incredible."
Peter Tierney's reaction
was at the far end of the scale.
Not only did he not know,
I would say
that he thought it impossible.
Why? Why impossible?
The obvious answer
would be that he is infertile.
Marianne was having an affair?
-Did he know?
-Possibly.
Or he may have simply suspected
an attraction.
-To Seb?
-Er, he could've followed her
to prevent them meeting,
found her after the crash.
-We need to bring him in.
-Yeah.
-Where's Peter?
-He left.
(music concludes)
(tyres screech)
-(engine powers off)
-(pants)
Hey!
(object clatters)
Hey!
(ominous music playing)
(glass shatters)
Hey!
-Seb!
-What are you doing? Calm down!
(Peter)
What did you do to my wife, eh?
-(groans)
-Hey, Peter, what are you doing?
(groans)
-(Duane grunts) This is insane!
-He could've saved her.
-(Leah) No! No! No!
-(groans)
(indistinct clamour)
Get off him! Get off him!
(groans)
(music concludes)
(Lisa) You accused Seb Vermorel
of killing your wife.
-You think he got her pregnant?
-(Peter clicks tongue)
The way they behaved together.
(scoffs) The signs were there. I
I just chose to ignore them.
-(Lisa) You said he killed her.
-(Peter) Yeah.
If he saw the crash,
why didn't he stop?
Mr Tierney, we have evidence
that your wife was murdered.
(ominous music playing)
(Lisa) And it wasn't the crash
that killed her.
What
No.
No.
-(table slams)
-No! No!
-No!
-(Dan) Peter.
-(Peter grunts)
-(music fades)
-(Dan) Peter, Peter.
-(Lisa) Get an ambulance.
(Dan) Yeah, yeah,
there's blood, Lisa.
Yeah. Come quick.
(indistinct chatter)
Seb.
Just Seb.
(pensive music playing)
Seb, your coach seems to think
that you were sleeping
with his wife.
(scoffs) No.
Well, we know
from Marianne's phone records
that she called your landline.
Well, she wanted to meet.
Why didn't she contact your mobile?
-It was out of charge.
-Who knew about the call?
Nobody. Just me.
(Lisa) Did you know about your son
and Marianne?
No, of course not.
(chuckles) He just turned 17. So
You know, I I I saw you
at the Silver Fir yesterday.
I was visiting my mum.
Was that your dad
Let's just stick to the subject.
(Leah) If I'd got even
the merest hint of an affair,
I would've put an end to it.
I mean, an affair with the wife
of the national team coach?
If you want to end your career,
that would be the quickest way.
Apart from injury.
Well, these things happen.
-So, Seb took your car?
-Without my knowledge.
And what were you doing that night?
I was at home.
Er, Leah was watching
a cookery programme
-I asked what you were doing.
-I watched it with her.
Duane Vermorel takes his family
responsibilities very seriously.
When asked about his alibi,
he spoke about his wife.
Her innocence is more important
than his own.
-Or maybe he's not innocent.
-Hmm. Professor?
Bring Duane Vermorel back
first thing tomorrow.
Let him know he is the suspect
in a murder inquiry.
(classical music playing)
(Dan) Oh, hello, Dad. (sighs)
-They frisk you?
-Only 'cause I insisted.
-(laughs)
-(music fades)
Did did you bring it?
(siren blaring in distance)
(Dan shudders)
(sighs)
(Bob) Got it in a little jeweller's
in Margate.
Two months' wages.
(Dan) "To T-M-B-G-I-T-W."
What does that mean?
It was a song your mum liked.
"The Most Beautiful Girl
in the World."
-(sombre music playing)
-(Dan) Dad.
(Bob clears throat)
So, when did your mum tell you
she wanted you to have it?
When she was in hospital.
What did you say?
Well, being young and stupid,
I said I wasn't the type
to get married.
(chuckles softly)
She'll be smiling up there now.
This Lisa, she's pretty special?
-She's pretty special, Dad.
-(Bob) Is she gonna say yes?
(scoffs)
(sighs) Look, all I know
is if I don't ask her,
I'll regret it
for the rest of my life.
So, hopefully yes. (chuckles)
(music fades)
-Where are they? (sighs)
-(door opens)
-(groans, sighs)
-(pensive music playing)
Why are you showing me this?
Marianne Tierney was murdered.
My God. How?
(Professor Tempest)
Judging by his demeanour,
Duane Vermorel knew
that Marianne had been murdered.
I suggest we keep him in isolation
and independently of one another,
break the news to his wife and son.
I will gauge their reactions.
-(phone chimes)
-Excuse me.
-(music concludes)
-(indistinct chatter)
(Professor Tempest exhales sharply)
-(intense music playing)
-Professor?
-(doorbell rings)
-(music concludes)
As you know,
client-therapist boundaries
are something
I take very seriously.
(clicks tongue)
So, if you feel
that I have overstepped the mark,
you must tell me.
-You said it was urgent.
-Hmm.
The smear on your spelling award
(Professor Tempest)
Which you assumed to be blood.
You assumed.
I mean, I didn't disagree.
Anyway, it prompted me
to requisition
-your father's autopsy report.
-Without asking my permission?
(sombre music playing)
Do you want me to go on?
(sighs)
-Tell me.
-Well
while the verdict was death
by hanging, as you know,
there were some details
which impelled me
to make contact with the coroner
who filed the report.
He's 86 now, his
his name is Francis Maugham.
He remembered the case.
He told me (sighs)
that the bruising
around your father's neck
indicated that the ligature
may have been applied post-mortem.
While the head injury,
which was apparently suffered
when the rope was cut
and the body fell
That was the blow that killed him.
Possibly.
Why didn't Mr Maugham insist
on a police investigation?
He told me
that he was influenced
by an eyewitness account
of a young professor
of criminology, Wilfred Hamilton.
The voice that I heard
hiding in the cellar.
That was the Dean?
(exhales)
Why has my mother
never told me this?
Professor
I need you to drive me
to the hospital.
I think you need to take time
to assimilate
What I need is
is to speak to my mother.
-(music concludes)
-(indistinct chatter)
-(Leah) They're here.
-(Malcolm) Okay.
(Lisa) Mr Ridgeway.
My clients came here
of their own volition.
Seb freely admitted
his involvement.
Considering this is
a road traffic accident,
you've already subjected the family
to a completely unwarranted
interrogation.
You're holding Mr Vermorel
with absolutely no reasonable
grounds,
and you expect them to make
themselves available yet again.
They won't be answering
any more questions.
And I must insist on Mr Vermorel's
immediate release,
or there will be
serious consequences.
-I'll talk to my DCI.
-(Malcolm) Good.
-Brilliant, brilliant.
-(Malcolm) Okay? All right?
We don't need to bother DCI Goswami
with this.
So, what? Release Duane Vermorel?
We've got no grounds to charge him.
Well, it puts an end
to the professor's plan,
-doesn't it?
-That was Malcolm Ridgeway.
He's on a grand an hour.
I reckon that's how
rich people act out.
Yeah, you're right.
-I'll let him go.
-Okay.
(door opens)
There'll be
no more questions today.
All right. (sniffles)
Unless, of course,
you'd rather stay?
(pensive music playing)
(Lisa) Your wife and son
are waiting for you.
Yeah. Yeah, thank you. Thank you.
(music fades)
-(door closes)
-(Lisa) That was really weird.
It was like Duane Vermorel
didn't wanna go home.
-Lise
-I think he might've wanted
-to confess.
-Lisa.
-(siren wailing in distance)
-Yeah?
-You're leaving.
-Yeah.
(Dan groans)
People can, erm drift apart.
-Yeah.
-(Dan) And
(Lisa) Hmm.
(Lisa chuckles softly)
-Lisa Donckers
-(Lisa) Hmm!
-will you marry me?
-(sentimental music playing)
Well, you picked a really good
romantic place to propose.
Well, this is where
I fell in love with you.
Will you?
-Yeah.
-Yeah?
-Yes, yes, Dan.
-(chuckles) Yeah?
Oh! (chuckles)
-Well, what took you so long?
-(Dan moans)
(music concludes)
(Professor Tempest)
Where is my mother?
-Jasper.
-Where is my mother?
She's having her physio.
-(Wilfred) What's wrong?
-You were there
when my father died.
You made a statement
to the coroner.
-(foreboding music playing)
-Yes, I did.
(Professor Tempest)
Why did you never tell me?
-Did you kill my father?
-Jasper
You killed him.
And you made it look like suicide!
No more lies, please!
(Adelaide) Jasper.
Sit down.
You want to know what happened.
Sit down.
You are correct.
Your father did not commit suicide.
But your assumption about Wilfred
is wrong.
He was out of control,
and I was doing
(Adelaide) Wilfred.
(groans softly)
Your father loved you, Jasper.
But he had problems.
On the morning
of your seventh birthday
(chuckles nervously)
-your father was drunk.
-(table slams)
No! No, Jasper!
(yelling indistinctly)
(Adelaide) He threw the cake
on the ground.
-Jasper!
-(Adelaide) I shouted
(screams)
he hit me. You grabbed his arm.
Did I?
-I I do not remember.
-You were trying to protect me.
Well, then then he picked you up
by your throat.
(young Professor Tempest screams)
(Adelaide)
I thought he was gonna kill you.
So, I I hit him.
(grunts)
Oh, the force I used.
(sombre music playing)
You ran away to the cellar,
you wouldn't come out.
I called Wilfred.
(Wilfred) We're gonna fix this,
we're gonna fix this, all right?
No, but how can we fix it? How?
It was my idea
to make it look like suicide.
I I do not remember. I don't
I do not remember
him attacking me. I
I do not remember
you hitting him. I
Well, I'm glad
you couldn't remember.
You
allowed me to believe
it was suicide.
My whole life
I have been blaming myself.
He did it
because he was ashamed of me.
Because I was not worth living for.
(Adelaide)
Jasper, you were seven years old.
The truth
would've been devastating.
The truth would've allowed me
to believe that you loved me.
From the moment
you opened your eyes,
your beautiful green eyes,
everything I've done
was out of love for you.
Mother, you are a narcissist.
You cannot help it.
Everything you have ever done
it was for you.
-(music fades)
-(indistinct chatter)
How could she do that?
How could she do that
to her own son?
-What what are you going to do?
-What am I gonna do?
My mother committed murder.
I have to inform the police.
-Jasper.
-(operator) Cambridge Police.
Would you put me through
to DCI Goswami, please?
(operator)
Yeah, just a minute, she's busy.
-Yes, yes. I shall hold.
-Jasper, erm
I think you're rushing into this.
I think that
Something just occurred to me.
(sighs) It's been staring me
right in the face.
Leah Vermorel
killed Marianne Tierney.
(sighs) I could not see it
because I have spent decades
denying the truth about my mother.
Jasper, you you need to think
about the impact
-this is going to have on her
-If I fail to report this,
how can I in all conscience
inform the police
of Leah Vermorel's guilt?
What nature of hypocrite
would that make me?
What, you really think these crimes
are the same?
Dr Goldberg,
I have to tell the truth.
If I do not tell the truth,
I do not know who I am.
Listen, listen, Marianne Tierney
was killed in cold blood, hmm?
Your mother acted
to save your life.
-Jasper!
-(Maiya) DCI Goswami speaking.
Hello?
DCI Goswami,
this is Professor Tempest.
-(Helena) Oh, Jesus Christ.
-(Maiya) Yes?
I'm calling with information
about a murder.
(Maiya) I'm listening.
(melancholic music playing)
(Maiya) Professor?
-Professor?
-(line disconnects)
(sobs)
(sniffles)
(chuckles)
I I
I did not know I could do that.
(sniffles)
-You've made a breakthrough.
-(breathes deeply)
(music concludes)
(footsteps approaching)
(Adelaide) Jasper!
What I did,
you don't have to report.
-No.
-I'll do it.
Please pass me my phone.
Mother if you do that
I shall be forced
to tell the police
that you are concussed,
and extremely bewildered.
-Oh, Jasper.
-(sentimental music playing)
Wait.
Oh, my dear sweet boy.
This is
-not unpleasant.
-(chuckles softly)
-(Adelaide) Oh
-(music fades)
(indistinct chatter)
See you soon. Thank you.
How's your mum?
Oh, she's okay, yeah.
Who's gonna visit her
if you go to prison?
-I I need to go.
-Duane, you have a choice.
You do nothing,
we find out who killed Marianne,
your whole family
will be implicated,
or you can just tell me
what happened.
Only one person faces
the consequences.
I have nothing to say to you.
You were gonna be a grandfather.
We have the DNA results.
Marianne was carrying Seb's baby.
(tense music playing)
-My wife is a good mother.
-Your wife?
Er She, er
You know,
sometimes she snaps. Erm
She doesn't mean to.
(telephone rings)
Why'd you get your mother a phone?
(Duane) Hello, Duane speaking.
Oh, Marianne.
(chuckles) Yeah, sorry. Er
Yeah, I I'll just
I'll give him a shout. Seb!
For you.
-Yeah?
-I have messaged you five times.
-Why are you ignoring me?
-I'm not, my phone's out of charge.
Don't do that! (sighs)
I need to talk to you.
Meet me at The Bistro.
-I've had a couple of drinks.
-(scoffs)
Seb, you sleep with someone,
there are consequences.
I'll be there in ten minutes.
(footsteps approaching)
(Seb) Mum, my phone!
You're going nowhere.
No.
(sighs)
I knew something was going on!
That woman is a whore!
Oh, no, Seb, no, no!
(cries, shouts)
You're throwing away your future!
(door opening, closing)
(cries softly) She went after him.
She came back about an hour later.
(cries softly)
(door closes)
(keys jingling)
What happened? (breathes deeply)
She had an accident.
-Is she okay?
-She's fine.
-Couldn't be better.
-(music concludes)
(Marianne whimpers)
-(menacing music playing)
-(Marianne grunts)
(grunts, cries) Help!
(cries)
(muffled groaning)
-(Leah grunts)
-(Marianne groaning)
(music fades)
(dramatic music playing)
-(Leah) I did it for my son.
-No.
(Leah) "No"?
(voice breaks)
Who else is gonna stand up for him?
Not you! You're a joke!
(breathes deeply)
Donckers.
Dan, can you meet me
at the Vermorels'?
Yeah.
(Lisa) Just had a full statement
from the dad.
Leah Vermorel killed
Marianne Tierney.
Wow. How'd you get that?
(Lisa)
Good old-fashioned police work.
-Yeah, I'll be ten minutes.
-(Lisa) Right.
See you soon.
-(phone ringing)
-(footsteps approaching)
(music concludes)
What?
Darling, I'm
(clicks tongue, breathes deeply)
-I'm sorry.
-What have you done?
(Duane) They
they were gonna find out.
You've told them?
You killed Seb's baby.
-What?
-(line disconnects)
(grunts, breathes heavily)
-Oh, dear.
-(tense music playing)
(Leah pants)
The house is occupied.
I'm not sure who.
Er, the professor is calling.
Hang on, Dan.
Professor?
DI Donckers, I have been remiss.
I I should have realised,
the focus of your investigation
should be
Where are your gloves?
-Lisa, this is important.
-Lisa?
(Professor Tempest)
The focus of your investigation
-should be on Leah Vermorel.
-Yes, I'm way ahead of you.
Have a look.
Gonna arrest her
as soon as Dan gets here.
(door opening, closing)
(Lisa) Oh, I don't believe this.
She's making a break for it.
-Let her go.
-(Lisa) No.
-(Professor Tempest) DI Donckers
-No, why are people so stupid?
(hesitates) DI Donckers!
The the woman is dangerous!
Get out of my way!
Get out of my way!
-Get out of my way!
-(tyres screech)
-(thudding)
-(music concludes)
(breathes heavily)
-(breathes heavily)
-(tense music playing)
Ambulance.
This is extremely urgent.
(breathes shakily)
-(tyres screeching)
-(thumps)
(screams)
(Lisa pants)
(Dan) Lise, you still there?
Lisa, can you hear me?
(sniffles)
(Dan) Lisa, can you hear me?
(keypad tapping)
(line ringing)
(Lisa over voicemail)
Hi, you've reached Lisa Donckers.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
-(voicemail beeps)
-Lise, it's me.
Erm, I'm almost there, it cut out.
Can you can you call me?
I'm a couple of minutes away.
Just, er
Just call me back, all right?
-(whimpers) Dan.
-(music fades)
(car approaching)
(Lisa sniffling, crying softly)
(sombre music playing)
Professor
I requested an ambulance.
I I stressed the urgency.
At at Claymore,
the old farmhouse.
How long will it take?
-I'm cold.
-(Professor Tempest) Please, hurry!
(breathes heavily)
Lisa.
(car approaching)
-(car door opening, closing)
-(Dan) Lisa!
(Professor Tempest) I'm sorry.
What happened? What happened?
Lisa, can you hear me?
(cries) No. Oh, no!
Lisa! What did they do?
Lisa, can you hear me?
(sobs) No! Lisa, can you hear me?
No!
-(cries)
-(Dan crying)
(Dan crying)
(music concludes)