02x02 - Iceberg

[bunniefuu]

Do you know him?
Only his nickname.

Soupy.

Look, Stevie... Stop, Grace.

There's a syringe.
I've got the gloves.

From now on,

DS Canning will be working
closely with your section.

In what way? In whatever
way he sees fit.

You all know these two.

Jim Dixon and Davy Hamill
from the Mount Eden estate.

Now, what do we know about them?

They're loyalist g*ng leaders?

You don't give me orders.

Ever. One word from me,

and the Dubliners
just cut you loose.

sh*t. Sorry.

Sorry about walking in on you.

Oh, that's all right. At
least I had my trousers on.

The b*mb, that night in 1978,

it was my idea to go for chips.

I said to my daddy,

"It's Friday. Can
we go for chips?"

Did they ever convict
anyone for the b*mb?

Grace, your g*n! Armed police!

THUD

SHE GASPS

I was just wondering maybe
if you-you wanted to, like,

go out sometime. Aye.

Woohoo!

You stepping in when
it gets physical

it's happening all the time.

Grace, all I'm trying to do...

No. No, I don't need anyone
to protect me, all right?

I never have.

I'll be round your place
later on the night.

Make sure you have

everything ready for me. Right?

If we do this,
there's no going back.

You know that. Move or die.

♪ I've seen your face in
every place that I'll be going

♪ I read your words like black,
hungry birds read every sowing

♪ Rise and fall, spin and call

♪ And my name is Carnival

♪ Sad music in the night sings
a scream of light out of chorus

♪ And voices you might hear
appear and disappear in the forest

♪ Short and tall, throw the ball

♪ And my name is Carnival. ♪

SIZZLING

Hello. Hey.

Exactly halfway between
Derry and Belfast.

Tell you what - you really know
how to show a girl a good time.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's just the... Yeah.

Terrible shift patterns. I know.

Hi, yo use. Hiya.

Um, have you got any
avocado on toast?

I can give you mushy peas and
you can pretend it's avocado.

AISLING LAUGHS

Um, I'll have
scrambled eggs, please.

Er, no toast.

I'll have a large fry.

And I'll have the toast

that he's not having.
Now we're talking!

Thank you. Thanks.

You look different.

Gym?

I, er, started doing
a bit of kick boxing.

Kick boxing?

All right, RoboCop! HE CHUCKLES.

And you, you've, er...

I grew my hair out. Yeah.

AISLING LAUGHS

So, I'm glad you rang.

Are you?

Aye.

Just ringing out of
the blue like that

no text, no messing about.

Strong.

You definitely took a
beat, though, didn't you?

HE LAUGHS

Yes.

SIRENS

Uniform from 76. We are
one minute out. Over.

BARNEY ON RADIO: Roger that, 76.

sh*t. Barney,

where's that Fire Service?


five minutes out. Over.

Bollocks.

Take off your flakker.

Somebody help them!

There's people upstairs.

COUGHING

I'll go. You wait
for the Fire Service.

No, I'm coming too.

Take off your jacket.

Stairs will be straight ahead.

Stay low. All right?

All right?

OK? Yeah.

Stay low. Hold on to me. OK.

Help!

Somebody!

Come on.

COUGHING

Help us!

COUGHING

All right, come on.

Stay low.

Help us! We're coming!

CRASHING

COUGHING

I can't see anything.

SHE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

Hello! Help me!

We're on our way!

ANNIE COUGHS

Help us!

ANNIE COUGHS OK.

Watch your foot. Somebody!

All right. Hello?

My son!

My son! sh*t.

COUGHING

GASPING

Help!

They're here. Here.

Get us out of here!

It's OK. It's OK. Don't panic.

It's OK, darling. Anybody else

in the house? No.

All right. Stay down.

Stay low, stay low.

Stay down, stay down.
You're all right.

Just keep going. Stay low.

FIRE ROARS

SHOUTING It's OK, it's OK.

We're fine. It's OK. Go, go, go.

Stay low, stay low.

Just keep going. We're
nearly there, nearly there.

Come on - go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Come here, wee man.
Come here, son.

Get it all out now.
Get it all out.

SHE GASPS

Shane!

Shane!

Shane!

COUGHING

Natalie! Oh, my God! Natalie!

Come here. Natalie,
you OK, love?

Come here. Come here.
It's OK. I've got you.

Are you all right? Just breathe.
Just breathe, just breathe.

It's OK. It's all
right, it's OK.

OK. Come on.

Let's go. Let's get
her onto the street.

Just watch as we cross. OK?

You all right? Come on.

NATALIE SOBS It's OK.

It's all right.

SIRENS

COUGHING

When you drew your g*n,
did you shout a warning?

Yeah.

And what did you say?

Do you know what? I'd rather you
just told me as you recall it.

Um...

I... I said, "Stop.
Armed police."

"Show me your hands."

And how did the
assailant respond?

He said, "f*cking
sh**t me, you b*tch."

Do you believe you would
have fired your g*n

had your colleagues
not overpowered him?

Er, well, um...

Well, you know that

the GL*CK 17 doesn't have
the traditional safety catch,

right? Mm-hm.

You have the trigger safety
first in front of the trigger.

And you press that down.

You have to squeeze it.

And then you squeeze it
until you reach the trigger,

and then you pull
the trigger itself.

And then it fires.

Well, I had the trigger
safety fully depressed.

And I started to apply
pressure to the trigger itself.

And, well, I was just
waiting for the bang.

Inspector McNally. Geraldine.

Got everything you need? Yeah.

Everything's in order.

Keep an eye on
Constable Ellis, yeah?

I keep an eye on all my people.

You don't much like me, do you?

I think you're the
hindsight police.

SHE SCOFFS I haven't
heard that one before.

Very good.

In my report to
the Policing Board,

I'll be saying the reason
your officers found themselves

in such a terrible situation

is because a man who
should have been arrested

earlier in the day
was not arrested.

Just hang on a minute. And
the reason he was not arrested

is because there was simply not
enough police cells available

in the city to
justify his arrest.

I'll be saying that
front-line police officers

are currently operating

in an almost
impossible situation,

and that they deserve better.

Inspector, I hope that
someday you come to realise

that you and I are
actually on the same side.

I'll walk myself out.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

All right? Hey.

SIRENS NEARBY

NEARBY VOICES

What have you got there, then?

Here?

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Uh-huh.

Yeah...

Well, just some pork
belly sausage rolls

with capsicum and chilli jam.

What, would you like to try one?

Er...

Yeah. Yeah, go on,
then. Maybe just one.

Oh, my God.

They're good.

Mm, they're good.

Mmm!

I'm sorry.

About...

Well, about everything, really.

Yeah. Me too.

Still want to be friends?

You bloody eejit!

You're making it worse.

Here. Thanks.

CHEERING

SANDRA: All right, all
right. Settle down, everyone.

OK.

So, the address that was
attacked this morning

was one of multiple
properties in Mount Eden

used by Jim Dixon.

His girlfriend and son had
just moved in there last week.

Lucky for Dixon, he
was staying elsewhere.

So, good work, Constables
Conlon and Bradley.

If you hadn't been there,

we'd most likely be
looking at a double m*rder.

So, observations.

The girlfriend said she
locked the front door

before going to bed,

so somebody must have chucked
a petrol b*mb into the kitchen

and then legged it.

Any CCTV? No.

OK, so it looks like
this Dixon-Hamill rivalry

has now escalated to a
full-blown loyalist feud.

So we need to be on the lookout

for possible reprisal attacks.

OK, today we're flying
the flag in Mount Eden.

If you're not on
another specific call,

I want you out patrolling
the estate. High visibility.

Dixon, Hamill, everybody
else on this list

automatic stop and searches.

Anything of interest, you feed
it back to me immediately. OK?

Just to be clear,
tensions are high.

Only stop and search if
you feel it is viable.

Don't start something
that we can't finish.

Yeah. Don't hold back, though.

Should anything escalate,
we'll get you backup quickly.

All right? Well,
that's crystal clear.

OK, Tommy, I'm with you on 74.

Have you two been
checked out by the FMO?

Yeah. Good.

All right. Well, get cleaned up

and get back out on 76.

Grace, Stevie, 72.

Everyone else, sharp
eyes save lives. Yeah?

What the f*ck are
you doing? What?

You don't give operational
orders to a response section.

Sorry.

LAUGHTER

Always amazes me we've a museum

for something we just f*cked up.

It was the iceberg. SHE LAUGHS.

Yeah, always somebody
else's fault.

Top marks for
persistence, though.

Now, what exactly does a
nobody like you want with me?

You heard somebody went
after Dixie this morning?

Petrol b*mb.

So?

Feels like the
start of something.

Something bad.

Well, what's it to you?

I have to live there.
Me and my family.

Well, you know
where's nice? Spain.

Nine months, give or take.

That's how long
those two muppets

have had the
connection with you.

And what have they
done in that time?

Covered the city in drugs.

Got far too greedy.

Got the peelers interested.

It is bad for business, Tina.

Bad for the Dubliners.

Bad for you.

Listen, son

you don't know me
or my business.

Let's just keep it that way.

First class.

Second class.

Third class.

Me and you wouldn't have
been in any of those.

We would have been
way down in steerage,

packed in like animals.

And when the boat
started sinking,

they would've locked the doors.

Dixon and Hamill would have
went down with the ship.

But you and me, Tina

we would have found a
way out, wouldn't we?

Somehow.

Because that's what
people like us do.

We survive, no matter what.

You have my number.

Come in.

In the name of God,
Helen, a loyalist feud?

Why didn't we see this coming?

Yeah, there's always been
tensions there, ma'am.

But this is a surprise. Yes.

I thought intelligence
gathering was your job.

We don't have any current
intelligence assets

in Mount Eden, ma'am.
Oh, for Christ's sake.

What about the
neighbourhood policing team?

They should know
the ground there.

Well? They no
longer exist, ma'am.

They were cut when Mayfield
and Blackthorn amalgamated.

Please tell me you're joking.

So we have nothing.

No assets, no insights?

Nothing?!

There is one person,
ma'am. He knows the ground.

He's no longer with
the section, though.

Still a serving
officer? Yes, ma'am.

Then bring him back immediately.

I'll sign off a
temporary transfer.

That could be
problematic, ma'am.

Why?

INSTRUCTOR: Finish!

Sir... You've got a visitor.

I'm busy.

Apparently, it's urgent, sir.

BLOWS WHISTLE

This place brings
back a few memories.

What do you want, Helen?

We're looking at a loyalist
feud in Mount Eden.

Dixon versus Hamill? Yeah.

Well, that was only
a matter of time.

How so?

Well, Mount Eden was never
big enough for both of them.

You worked that
patch, didn't you?

Yeah.

I ran the neighbourhood
team for five years.

Do you still have
contacts there?

Yeah.

A few, maybe.

What exactly are
you asking me here?

We need to get a lid
on this thing fast.

I've got Nicola Robinson
breathing down my neck.

I've got Murray Canning
trying to run the section.

So?

I need you to come back in

for a few days. HE SCOFFS.

Help us get a handle
on this. Aye...

CLEARS THROAT Right.

I don't think so. Jonty...

Are you wise?

Me - back there?

I know it's not ideal.
CHUCKLES: Ideal?

Not ideal? f*ck me!

Are you telling me
you'd rather be here?

Yeah.

That's exactly what
I'm telling you.

You owe us. Oh, here we go.

HE SCOFFS

You think

because you petitioned
for me to keep my job.

A job

that I should be
grateful to you.

I didn't say you owe
me. I said you owe us,

the section.

Do they still hate you for
what happened? Yeah, they do.

But we're up against it
now, Jonty, big time.

I have a young team.

We're policing an area that
could explode at any minute,

and we're flying
completely f*cking blind.

I'm not saying it's going to
be easy. I know it won't be.

But you owe us.

Nicola Robinson
will never allow it.

She won't let me back there,
not after what happened.

She'll not clear it.

She already has.

Oh

Bollocks.

Hmm...

Checkmate.

ba*ls. Oi, watch your language.

And stop being so aggressive

with your opening. DOOR OPENS.

Go on, back to school.

Can I go down the town
later? Absolutely not.

Ma, everyone's going.
Yeah, everyone except you.

I love you. Shut up.

All right, Uncle
Lee? All right, mate.

What's that?

Remember Soupy?

That's him.

Lee... Jesus.

What?

No point in telling lies.

Go on to school.

DOOR OPENS

For God's sake. What?

You heard about the petrol b*mb?

There's going to be w*r now.

Not our w*r.

We have to live here, though.
Henry has to live here.

Do you ever wonder why we do?

What do you mean?

Why we stay.

I mean, Dixon wants this place.

Do you ever just think, "Why
don't we just sell it to him",

"go somewhere else"?
Because it's home.

Home is somewhere

you're supposed to
feel safe, Mags, happy.

Do you feel either
of those things?

What are you saying?

I'm saying I don't
want to leave either.

But I don't want
to live like this.

So why do we accept it?

Da accepted it, and
the stress k*lled him.

Soupy there accepted it.

He's not looking
too good either.

What choice have we got?

We have to accept it.

No. You see, that's the thing.

You have a choice.

You always have a choice.

It's just that most people
try to convince themselves

that they don't, because they're

because they're scared.

Have you been at the
self-help books again?

HE LAUGHS

Lee, they're right to be scared,

because it's real.

What's real?

f*cking

this.

Life.

Men with g*ns

who can f*ck up your life

or end it whenever they want.

We can change it.

No, we can't.

I can.

What?

You just have to trust me. OK?

Oh, sh*t.

What have you done?

Lee, what the f*ck
have you done?

You just have to trust me.

DOOR OPENS

What are they doing here?

It's not marching season.

It is now.

So, the 1978 Stuarts fish
and chip shop bombing.

Six people were k*lled.

Still, there have been
questions about it for years,

rumours in the press.

What do you mean?

Um, that the
investigation was flawed.

Deliberately flawed.
Some kind of cover-up.

Look, Jen, ten years ago,

we might have pursued a case
like this, but not any more.

They're a nightmare.
No, look, I know.

But listen to this.

In 2006, a former RUC
Special Branch officer

named Robin Graham tried to
sue the government for PTSD

acquired during the Troubles.

I dug out his witness
statement from the files.

It mentions this
specific bombing.

The case just... disappeared.

Withdrawn.

Why are you interested in this?

So, I have a potential
client, Alan Kelly.

He lost his father and
brother in the attack.

Jen... I mean, I
could look into it

on my own time.

OK.

If you insist. OK.

Why would you have
a decaf coffee?

It's like having an
alcohol-free beer.

I like alcohol-free
beer. Of course you do.

TOMMY LAUGHS

WOMAN: What are
you doing? Jesus!

WOMAN: Oh! Oh, look at his face!

Are you OK? No. No! Help him!

Quickly. Quick!

Oi!

Police! Stop!

Stop where you are. Stop!

Hey, hey!

Stop where you are! sh*t.

OK. Uniform 74. We
need an ambulance

on Jarlath Street. Over.

CRIES OUT

HE GROANS

KEITH: Out of the way!
Stop where you are!

Police! Stop where you are!

KEITH: Run, Forrest, run!

Get out of here, yer b*stards!

No! HE GRUNTS.

HE PANTS

All right there, Carl Frampton?

HE GASPS

He's OK for custody.

What?

I'm just remembering
your face, mate,

for the next time I see you.

Dead old, mate.

BARNEY: And Davy Hamill

has just turned up
at the hospital now.

All right. Copy
that. Cheers, Barney.

The injured lad was only 17.

Gareth Hamill.

Davy Hamill's son?

So... it's a reprisal
attack. Looks that way.

You go after my son, I'll
go after yours. Scumbags.

Hey, watch how you talk

when you're wearing
that uniform, yeah?

Skipper.

For God and Ulster, eh, Keith?

Go f*ck yourself.

HE LAUGHS

Keith here fancies himself
as being a bit of a scrapper.

Goes around telling people

he's never lost a
fight in his life.

You lost today, though,
didn't you, big man?

So, what's going on here?

Why are they going
to w*r? Why now?

Did Hamill torch
Dixon's house? Hmm?

I'll not push you
too hard, Keith.

Even if you told me something,
it wouldn't be worth much.

Do you know why?

Cos you're a thick b*stard.

HE LAUGHS

And nobody tells
you anything anyway.

HE LAUGHS

SHANE: I take it the
witnesses aren't saying much?

ANNIE: No, nothing at all.

MAN: Inspector Gadget, f*ck off!

What? Nothin'.

Let's get you into a
nice warm cell, shall we?

Where you belong.

All right, lads. f*ck off.

Yeah. Happy to, mate.

ANNIE COUGHS You OK?

SHE COUGHS

Yeah. Just the
smoke from earlier.

You know the best thing
for smoke inhalation?

Beer inhalation.

Really? Yeah.

So, do you fancy it?

What? A drink. After work.

You being serious? Extremely.

Don't know. Maybe.

Maybe?

As in... yes?

Thank you.

I'll have a triple whisky.

That's good whisky. Mm.



Glen... Bullshit?

Rab, why is your flute
band upstairs in my bar?

That's what I'm
about to find out.

CHATTER

So, why are we here?

All right, lads?

ROOM FALLS SILENT

That's Soupy in there.
Corporal Ian Campbell.

He fought for his country

stood up for what
he believed in.

And there he is.

In a flowerpot.

We'll give him his
send-off march - tonight,

six o'clock. You what?

Three or four tunes.
Once around the estate.

Lee, we can't march.

We haven't filled in
an application form.

An application...

Troops march - 1920.

Those are the ones that
survived the Great w*r.

Do you think that
they filled in a form

to ask permission to march?

Did they?!

CROWD: No! No, they did not.

Six o'clock. Starting here.

Lee. Lee...

There's a feud going on.

You march tonight, people
come out to see it,

the whole place could explode.

Have you asked Dixie
if it's all right?

Lee?

You have to ask Dixie.

Soupy gets his send-off.

OK?

STEVIE: Your first
loyalist feud.

Now you're a real peeler. Ha.

Oh, sh*t. That's Jim Dixon.

TYRES SQUEAL

Uniform from Bravo Lima 72.

We are on Stanford Gardens

and we're pulling
over Jim Dixon. Over.

RADIO COMMS: 72, received. Over.

Er, hey. No.


last. We're in the area.

We'll take a drive past.

SIRENS

UPBEAT MUSIC Yeah!

BODYCAM BEEPS

f*ck off.

Oh, lovely.

Hello, sir.

Can you show me your
driving licence, please?

Sir? Why?

OK... PASSERS-BY MUTTER

OK. Under the Justice and
Security Act Northern Ireland



I'm detaining you for
the purposes of a search.

Do you intend to comply

with said search?
PHONE CLICKING.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Oi, missus!

OK, sir. Can I ask you to step
out of the vehicle, please?

WOMAN MOCKS

GRACE: Sir?

Sir, I'm asking if you can step
out of the vehicle, please.

JIM LAUGHS

Is that right, love?

OK.

No problem.

BODYCAM BEEPS

What do you want to do now?

You want to strip me?

Only if you do it too.

I think you should
watch yourself. OK?

Now... can you raise your hands

and then my colleague
can come and search you?

Sir?

I'm asking you

can you raise your
hands, please?

All right. Hands up!

Get your f*cking hands off me!

Grace... It's fine.

Your friend wants
to help you here.

Wow.

Are you two f*cking
or something?

OK. Put your hands...

Hands up, please.

Stevie!

ONLOOKERS SHOUT

SIREN WAILS MUSIC BLARES

sh*t.

WOMAN: Leave him alone!

ONLOOKERS SHOUT

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

So, is your boyfriend OK?

I think you need to
shut up now. Hmm?

Car's clean.

Yeah.

So... what happened?

Just, er...

Just got out of control.

Look, he's going to go for
an as*ault complaint here.

And he won't be
short of witnesses.

Yeah, well, he attacked
her first, so...

Is that right? Excuse me?

Here. I'll have a word
with him. All right?

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, out.

ONLOOKERS CHAT

STEVIE: There's nothing
to see. Go home.

HANDCUFFS RATTLE

You recognise me?

No?

What about her?

I suppose last time you saw us,

we'd a bit of soot in our faces

saving the lives of
your missus and kid.

Aye. Yeah.

Well, I hope you
get your wee medal.

Look...

I reckon if you don't file
some bullshit complaint here

we could call it evens.

Is that right? That's right.

HE LAUGHS

SHANE: What is the
story with those two?

Er, none of your business.

It's my new section,
Constable Conlon.

Everything is my business.

He's into her and told
her about a year ago.

She's obviously into him,

but she thinks doing something
about it would be a mistake.

And so the compromise is

that they just spend ten
hours a day together in a car.

Pretty much. Yeah.

Messy. Yep.

INDICATOR CLICKS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

No. I said no.

Mags... Listen. No.

Listen.

I'll do you a deal, OK?

You and me walk alongside,

and the first hint of trouble

you and Henry go
home straight away.

Yeah?

Ma, please.

Please.

Yeah?

This could get messy, Rab.
Right. OK, I'll talk to him.

Lee, this is madness.

If you don't want to march at
the head of the band, don't.

I haven't missed a
parade in 20 years.

OK.

Your choice.

Rab...

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

Right, lads. Once
round the block.

This is for Soupy. Fall in!

Band, 'shun!

Band... ready!

Band on the roll.

By the right, quick march.

BAND PLAYS

It started a few minutes ago.

We don't know where
they're going.

Have we got any backup?
What do you think?

OK, everyone, look, follow
my orders to the letter

and don't lose your heads. Yeah?

OK. Let's go.

BAND PLAYS

What the f*ck do you
think you're doing?

Marching.

I didn't give
permission for this.

Sorry. Forgot to ask.

You what?

You're f*cked, son.
Do you hear me?

You're really f*cked now.

SIRENS

Come here.

Ma... Come on. Now.

MUSIC STOPS

BODYCAM BEEPS HELEN: Barney,
where are those TSGs?

Tasked and inbound,
Helen. 15 minutes.

STEVIE: sh*t.

What? Look. Dixon.

And over there Hamill.
This could kick off.

Sandra.

I'm the section skipper.

Are you leading this assembly?

I am.

Well, this parade has
not been notified.

It's therefore ill*gal

under the Public Processions
Act of Northern Ireland 1998.

I'm therefore asking you
to disperse - immediately.

Can I have a word? Who are you?

This band is
associated with my pub.

We're just having a wee
memorial march for our friend.

You don't have
permission. I know.

I'm sorry.

Do you think we could just

turn around and march
back the way we came?

Leave it there?

Straight back?

ONLOOKERS SHOUT OUT

All right. Off you go.

Thank you, Sergeant.

HE EXHALES

RAB: All right, lads.

About turn.

Back to the Loyal.

Drummers ready.

Band, on the roll.

By the right, quick march.

BAND PLAYS

You're f*ck' done, Dixie.

You f*ck with my family...

Any time, Davy. Bring it on.
Keep on slathering, Dixie!

You f*cking mouthpiece!

You're a dead man
walking. No giving it.

Go home to your ma.

So

Is it a maybe or is it a yes?

DOORBELL RINGS

Robin Graham?

Hi, I'm Jen Robinson.

I'm a solicitor at
McAleer & Hamilton.

Er, sorry I didn't call first.
All I had was the address.

I, um... So, I'm
looking into an incident

that happened during
the Troubles in 1978

when you were a
serving police officer.

I believe you were involved
in the investigation.

The Stuarts chip shop bombing?

Sorry. No.

But, Mr Graham, I... No.

We need to leave the past alone.

PEN SCRATCHES

That march - who
put you up to it?

Hamill?! You're on his side now?

No, Dixie, I just want...

That wee sideline
you've got - the weed.

It's finished. Over.

Done. Do you hear me?!

And this place pays
double from now on!

What's that?

No...

No f*cking way.

No, no, you didn't.

I didn't know Natalie and
the wee man were there.

I'm sorry about that.

I thought it was you.

HE INHALES

Nowhere is safe for you now.

Nowhere.

DOOR CLOSES

GENTLE MUSIC

Hey... sh*t.

I thought I'd seen
enough flames today.

These are the good kind.

Until tomorrow.

We'll worry about
tomorrow tomorrow.

Sounds like a
plan. That's right.

Ooh. CLEARS THROAT.

You're bad!

sh*t. So, quick question.
Hope you don't mind.

Fire away.

Married, girlfriend...? Go.

Er, no

and... no.

Hmm. How come?

I could ask you the same thing.

Hmm.

Too busy being a peeler.

Aye. Same.

Can you dance?

Now? Yes.

Nobody else is dancing.

And what? Who cares?

Yeah, yeah, course I can dance.

SINGS ALONG WITH BAND ♪
So how can I protect you

♪ In this brave new world...? ♪

♪ How can I protect you

♪ In this brave new world...? ♪

KEYS RATTLE

HE PANTS

HE EXHALES

g*n CLICKS

Close your eyes.

It's easier.

g*nshots