Episode 19 Red Rock

Rachel Reid has been missing for three days. Every hour is crucial.

Divers are searching the bay where Rachel's hoodie was found.

We follow up every phone call and no-one's keeping an eye on Brian.

You made everything a million times worse.

-40?

-Yeah, I'll give the rest tomorrow or the day after.

You know I'm only sales, right?

Look, we can't be together.

-Not now. Not after what you've done.

-Don't say that.

GULLS CALL

-Hey.

-Hi.

-Is there any chance that you've seen her?

Sorry.

Excuse me? Have you seen this girl? She went missing a few days ago.

It's been four days now since the disappearance of Rachel Reid.

We've people out searching in the area pinpointed by

the phone triangulation near to where her hoodie was found.

We're also still getting calls on the back of the appeal,

so we need you guys to be responding and logging those calls immediately.

Sharon, Martin and Emily, you're on phones.

Try not to get too wound up by the cranks.

Two Donald Ducks and a Lady bleeding Gaga on the blower yesterday.

You've got to keep your wits about you, and log every single detail,

cos we'll be going back over everything we've got so far,

so statements, call logs, the lot.

Any activity on her social media account?

No, not a peep. So, we're going to be re-interviewing

all her close friends, messaging all her contacts, we'll also be

closely monitoring the Return Rachel Facebook Campaign page.

Outstanding CCTV?

Yeah, going through it now. Nothing so far.

Every hour now is crucial. Someone must know where she is.

Trust your gut.

You hear anything, however small, you let us know straight away.

Right, let's go.

How'd it go with Jules?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Obviously, she was shocked, of course,

but, um, she knows Rachel well.

Her coming to the house, she understands it was just a...

harmless schoolgirl crush. Doesn't believe a word of Sharon's nonsense.

Any progress in the case?

Uh...

-Nothing new.

-Hmm.

Listen, by the way, Liam and Niamh Reid are coming in at ten

for a progress report. It would be better if you keep your head down.

-Don't want to make it any harder on them.

-Yeah, sure.

-Or us.

-Yeah. OK.

Thanks.

-Hey, Sarge.

-Hey.

-How are you?

-You know me, lads - indestructible.

-Still on for that night out?

-Oh, yeah. Deffo.

Oh, hey, listen, um...

you know I can't get involved in the Rachel Reid search.

Can you keep me updated if there's any developments, do you think?

-Yeah.

-OK.

-Cheers, thanks.

SHE SOBS

-ALL TALK AT ONCE

-OK, OK, OK, OK, OK!

Listen, we've got a bit of a backlog. We're doing our best!

If you all just stay calm, wait your turn, we'll get you all sorted, OK?

There you go, Joan.

-OK, who's next?

-MAN: Me.

-Thank you.

-I need to cross-check a few numbers.

-Yeah. Knock yourself out.

Can I have the phone log, please?

Could you be any more pathetic?

-Don't know what you mean.

-I'm trying to track down Rachel Reid,

so why are you preventing me from doing my job?

You see, that's your imagination, Sharon.

Your extremely overactive imagination.

You know what I mean, don't you?

The way you like to make stuff up about people?

Messed-up stuff that ruins lives.

Do you seriously think I'm making all of this up for the hell of it?

-All I know is that Brian never had a problem before you came along.

-OK, so...

You think I should just turn a blind eye to the fact

that he's sleeping with an underage girl?

-Is that it, Sean?

-You don't know for a fact that he did.

I do know.

Now, phone log, please. I'm just trying to do my job.

LOG THUDS ON THE FLOOR

Why don't you do it somewhere else?

50, 70...

Auntie Maureen's 67 next week.

75... 20.

Is that it?

HE SIGHS I'm a bit stuck.

Can you wait till I get a job in a bar or something?

Soon as my leg's better.

I get it.

This is a wind-up.

You're trying to see how far you can push me before I lose it.

Come on, Trace, I'm just asking for a little slack.

This isn't a charity.

You want gear, you pay.

And if you can't pay with cash, you could pay with something else.

You mean like sex?

No. I don't mean like sex, Conor.

Say, your laptop there.

-Is it in good nick?

-Yeah.

Perfect.

I've no study for the summer, I don't need it. How much?

-Should get 50 euro.

-It cost me like 500.

You were robbed.

I'll get you one for half that next time.

For another hundred, I can get you shed-loads more.

It's the first rule of business.

-Always better to buy in bulk.

-I've nothing left to sell, Tracey.

Any jewellery in the house?

Yeah, but I can't just take it.

Say there was a break-in. You'll get it all back on insurance anyway.

Have you got any better ideas?

This is the police station, right?

I know, the big sign with "Garda" on it is a bit of a giveaway.

Thank you.

-Keeping an eye on Brian?

-Yeah, he's on the front desk, cock of the walk.

I don't know how he's so calm about all of this.

-It's all an act.

-If you ask me, he's got balls of steel.

Well, he will slip up.

So you keep saying, but I'm not seeing any evidence of it.

Here, you better get back inside.

-What's the rush?

-You keep an eye on Brian while I'm on the phones.

I've still got 4½ minutes left of my break.

Yeah, 4½ minutes during which McGonigle can do what he wants

-without us knowing.

-We can't watch him night and day, Sharon.

No, but we can now if you just get back inside.

Text me if you spot anything unusual.

There you go, gorgeous, one bus pass.

Don't lose that again, now, will you?

Excuse us, people. Coming through.

-I need to talk to you.

-Sorry.

-There's a queue.

-That missing girl, I can find her.

-Is that right?

-Absolutely.

-I wouldn't be here if I couldn't help.

-So, you've seen her?

-Not actually seen her, no.

-Then how do you know where she is?

I don't know exactly, but I know how to find her.

-I can help you.

-And how exactly are you proposing to help us?

You see, I'm a medium.

-I'm more of a large myself.

-GIGGLING

-That's funny.

-No, a clairvoyant.

OK, why don't you take a seat for a second, sir.

Thank you.

He looks the part all right.

Yeah, like any other space cadet that walks in off the street.

-How do we know he's not telling the truth?

-Come on. You're joking.

No, I'm not joking. He might have gift.

Listen, it's cranks like that that make us a laughing stock.

Hear that, Skip? Addie here's a believer.

The boss said we can't discount anything.

OK, um...

Just get a statement off him and then get him out of here, pronto.

-Yeah.

-OK. Er...

-One minute.

-Hey, sure.

-Do me a favour, cover the desk for five minutes, will you?

-No problem.

SHE GASPS

Eugh!

We're making inroads via Rachel's social media network,

and we've had a great response to the public appeal.

-Really?

-Absolutely. We've had loads of calls.

Do you think she's still alive?

We're still gathering information, following leads.

-You didn't answer her question.

-Liam, you have to stay positive.

Do YOU think she's still alive?

Yes. Yes, I do. I believe that Rachel is alive,

and I believe that we will find her.

HE SIGHS

All we ask is that you trust us to do our job

and get your daughter back to you.

If there's anything...

anything we can do at all to help...

We'll let you know.

Mr Reid, Ms Reid. May I have a word?

If you're another journalist, you can shove off.

Certainly not. If you'd like to hear me out.

We're having a hard time right now. Just leave us alone.

I know what you're going through, but I can help.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

SHE COUGHS

-About time too.

-Where are you?

-At the caravan. Where do you think?

-Look, you better be back

-in the next couple of hours or there'll be trouble.

-Oh, yeah?

Look, Rachel, you can't do this.

You're messing a lot of people around here.

'You're breaking your poor father's heart, is that what you want?'

-It's not right, it's not what you want.

-This is about you and me.

Look, it stopped being about just you and me when you ran away.

'Now, just stop this messing and come home, now.'

Did you ever really love me?

Don't start this. We talked about that. We agreed what's best here.

Tell the truth. Do you love me?

It's not that simple.

Rachel?

Rach...?!

Hey, I'm not sure about this!

Trust me. We have to make it look authentic.

PLATES SMASH

How's that?

Great, yeah.

He was outside on the phone and he didn't look very happy.

-What was he saying?

-I don't know, I didn't get that close.

But if he catches me spying on him, our goose is cooked.

He'll be watching his back 24-7.

Fair enough. Maybe he was talking to Rachel.

A bit brazen if he was doing it outside the station like that.

Yeah, maybe you're right. If only we could just...

distract him, get hold of his phone, find out who he's been ringing.

You get caught, you'll be for the high-jump, not him.

OK, well, just keep an eye on him, find out what he's up to...

Everything OK?

-Yes, sir.

-Absolutely, sir. Bang on.

Officers whispering in corridors does not fill me wit confidence.

We were just discussing the case, sir.

Swapping new theories, that kind of thing.

Oh, great. I'd love to hear your new theories.

-Now?

-Yeah. Dazzle me.

Well, you know, it's very early stages,

-and we're formulating new ideas.

-Let's formulate together, shall we?

What are you thinking?

Boss?

We are a team. We pull together.

You can't do that, get off the case, understood?

-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.

Go.

-What is it?

-The Reids are back.

-Why?

-You're not going to like this.

I'm sorry, Liam, but I'm not convinced that dealing with

a psychic is a good idea.

We knew you'd say that, and neither am I.

But if there's any chance this guy might be on to something, we...

-We have to give it a go.

-Just so you understand, these type of cases,

they attract all types of cranks.

Guys like this sometimes peddle false hope

and end up wasting our time, our limited resources.

My daughter is gone, because of one of your officers.

So, forgive me if I'm not putting all of my trust in the police.

And if Mr McManus has something to say that might help us,

I think we should listen to him.

Look, clearly, I can't tell you who to talk to,

but if you want my advice, I'd say give him a wide berth.

Come on.

MCMANUS: There is something...

but it's very unclear.

It's dissipated, it comes and goes.

Can you hear voices?

I can sense those who have a need to communicate.

-You mean when they're dead.

-Give him a chance.

Yes.

I can sense her now.

She's near the sea.

I hear wind, waves.

Everyone in Red Rock is near the sea.

-Everyone in Dublin, for that matter.

-Is she alive?

I can't be sure.

Near the sea, can't be sure if she's alive...

-Anyone could make this up.

-Niamh, let's give him a chance, OK?

Yes!

Good.

I can hear her voice.

-Who? Rachel?

-This is a bunch of vague nonsense.

Anyone could make up this crap!

COUGHING AND RETCHING

Apparently, he's over in the cafe right now,

-giving it the full Mystic Meg.

-A fortune teller once told me

I was going to have a long peaceful life and possess great wealth.

No, that was the recruitment officer who signed me up for this.

Let's just hope the press don't get wind of Mr McManus.

Yeah, they love this type of thing.

He'll be calling press conferences next,

pinpointing places for us to search.

Here, Conor's just off the phone, Skip.

-Not good, I'm afraid.

-Has he hurt himself again?

Your house has been burgled.

-Go home. Go. Tell us if you need anything.

-Yeah, thanks, boss.

Anything turn up on our clairvoyant?

He's a medium, there's a difference.

They speak to the dead, whereas a clairvoyant sees the future.

-What's a psychic, then?

-Didn't look that one up.

-Getting back to Mr McManus...

-Ran his name through PULSE.

Nothing. Then I saw that there's no Stewart McManus living

at the address he gave us in Kilkenny.

So, that's a bit dodge.

Check recent missing persons in other jurisdictions.

-See if anybody's heard of him.

-Right, boss.

A psychic is someone who uses ESP to read your energy or aura.

Sometimes, they use tarot cards and crystal balls.

Wizards, they're just make-believe.

I just came back and found it like this.

Does your dad know?

I called him.

He's stuck on the M50 on an airport run.

What did they take?

Phones, computers, including my laptop with all my college stuff on it.

Don't worry, we'll get the people who did this.

I promise you that.

Did they go upstairs?

Yeah. They've, erm...

been through all the bedrooms. Everything's gone.

You know, that was a wedding present from your granny.

Don't touch that until the lads have had a proper look.

Sorry.

Look at the state of the place.

You know, they've ruined it just because they can.

Where were you when this happened?

-I was at Dooley's.

-All morning?

Yeah.

You're not normally out of your bed until well after 11.

Yeah, well, I was gaming against some guys from the States.

Look, I'm sorry, OK?

Not your fault.

And you didn't see anyone hanging around when you were leaving?

No. No-one.

Well, I'll call in to all the neighbours.

See if they noticed anyone coming or going.

It's a busy street. There's people up and down the whole time.

You'd be surprised what people remember.

Even if we can get some kind of a description of a person,

we can look for them on local CCTV footage.

We'll catch them. Don't worry.

Any news on Rachel?

Go away.

I'm helping the family. They want me here.

You OK? You do seem stressed. I can feel it off of you.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Get lost.

You know something, don't you?

You know something about Rachel.

-What?

-I can feel it. The energy never lies.

I'm warning you.

You can't hide the truth, sergeant. It always comes out in the end.

Look, unless you have official business here, I want you away from this station.

PHONE RINGS

What's going on?

Rachel. Where are you?

Look, just call a taxi and go home right away. You hear me?

I took some pills.

What kind of pills?

'What kind of pills?'

Help me.

Rachel, just calm down, OK? Just think clearly.

'What kind of pills did you take?'

Please, help me.

Look, this isn't funny. Stop this messing around.

I'm not joking.

'Rachel. Rachel!'

Rachel!

'OK, look, sweetheart. Come on, you're starting to worry me now.

'Rachel, just talk to me. OK?'

Look, you know how much I care. Whatever the problem is, we can sort this out. Do you hear me?

Just...

Just speak to me.

Rachel, will you talk to me?

Look, this isn't funny. Stop this messing around, I'm not joking.

Rachel!

Oh, damn!

I can hear a voice.

-Who? Rachel?

-No.

It's from the other side,

but it's telling me she's alive.

Where?

Where is she?

She...

She's hiding. She doesn't want us to know.

And she's lonely.

But she's not...

Not...not what?

She's very weak.

And she's tired.

Ill, maybe.

I think she just wants to sleep.

The spirit who's telling me this is...

From the other side, is a woman.

She's looking out for Rachel.

Her name is...

She says you know her.

Her name is...

Barbara.

Oh, hey, boss, uh... Do you have a minute?

Of course.

Look, the school just called,

and the young one's sick and I've got to take her to the doctor.

Look, I know it's not ideal, and I'd have Jules do it, but she's...

Down the country, visiting family.

We need you here, while everyone's focused on the Rachel Reid case.

Yeah, yeah, I know, and if there was anyone I could get to collect her,

I would, but...

How long do you need?

A couple of hours at the most.

Look, as soon as I get her home from the doctors,

I'll come straight back in.

Well, if it can't be helped, it can't be helped.

Yeah. Appreciate that, boss. I'll make it up tomorrow.

I'll come in early, see what's doing.

I hope she's OK.

Your daughter.

Yes.

She'll... She'll be fine.

Just, you know, better be safe.

And you're certain?

That's what he was saying, he needed time off to take his young one to see the doctor.

Well, how did he seem?

Not his usual smarmy self, that's for sure. Not in one bit happy.

Do you have GPS on your phone?

-Yeah, why?

-Give it to me.

What?

Do you want to find Rachel Reid or not?

Yeah, but why can't you use your phone?

My phone's in my locker. McGonigle's in there right now.

-But what do you want it for?

-Come on, Paudge, he could be gone. Give it to me, come on.

-Now, go stall McGonigle.

-What?

Just stall him for five minutes.

How?

You'll think of something. Go. Go on.

Go!

It's not one of those GIs, is it?

What?

A gastric infection. That's not what your young one has, is it?

It's just I heard you telling the boss your daughter was sick.

No, no, it's not a gastric infection.

Cos there's a savage one doing the rounds at the minute.

Mammy had it, wreaked havoc. Coming out both ends.

I tell you, that was a long night of rubber gloves and extra strong bleach.

Yeah, yeah. Would you get out of the way?

Thank you.

Anything?

We'll have to wait and see what the fingerprints turn up.

But any burglar worth his salt would have the cop to wear gloves.

It's strange. We were the only house on the street to be done,

and we have an alarm and I'm a copper.

How would they know you're a copper?

Burglars usually stake out an area first.

They'd have seen me in my half-blues.

Doesn't make sense.

Yeah.

Do you want a cup of tea?

They left us the kettle, did they?

That was decent of them.

At least we'll be able to claim it all back on the insurance.

No chance of that.

Why, what do you mean?

You forgot to turn the alarm on.

Seriously?

It's standard.

Any claim is dependent on security procedures being followed to the

-letter.

-I didn't know that.

And they damaged the frame when they put the window in,

so that's another 500 euro down the drain straight away.

So sorry, Mum.

Cannot believe I've been so stupid.

Stop. I shouldn't be unloading this all on you.

It's not your fault.

But don't worry, we'll get them.

What do you mean, stuck it to his car?

I mean stuck it on so we can follow him on the GPS.

-Like taped it with tape?

-Superglue.

You glued my phone to McGonigle's car?

You don't want it getting loose and coming off, do you?

-Well, eventually, yes, I would like it to come off.

-Don't forget, we're trying to find Rachel Reid here.

Well, last time I checked, saving teenage runaways wasn't covered by my phone warranty.

-Look, are you sure we shouldn't tell McKay about this?

-Let's just get McGonigle first,

find out if we're right, and then when we have the proof, we call McKay.

We've people searching these three areas and nothing.

Do you have a minute, boss?

It's about Stewart McManus.

-The medium?

-Yeah.

Why am I sensing this isn't going to be good?

Barbara's voice is very faint now.

It sounds like it's being drowned out by the sea.

Wait, sh.

She's trying to say something.

Barbara says Rachel's near deep water.

And I can hear boats.

Cargo ships. Perhaps it's a harbour or a port?

A city port? Dublin?

Wait, sh-sh-she's trying to say something else.

She says Rachel's sad.

And she's tired, very, very tired, just wants to sleep.

Barbara says you have to find her.

Find her soon.

Doesn't she say anything else about where Rachel is?

It's very faint now, again. It's very hard to hear Barbara.

Anything, please.

I think she's saying Rachel's trapped.

In some sort of box.

A large metal box.

Oh, God.

Where? Where is she?

It's really fading now, I can't hear her any more.

Don't give up, please.

What about the boats? Did she describe the harbour?

No, I'm really sorry. It's gone.

Please! You must be able to do something.

Tell me something about Barbara.

Anything that might help strengthen the emotional connection

between the spirit and us.

Like... Like what?

How did she pass?

She died of cancer.

That must have been terribly difficult for you.

Yeah, it was.

Especially for Rachel.

Did she suffer?

Barbara?

Yeah.

In the end.

It's OK. I understand.

DOOR OPENS

We'd like a word with Mr McManus, please.

This really isn't a good time.

We've uncovered evidence that shows that Mr McManus is a fraud.

Please, don't listen to them.

I can help you. You know I can.

This bloody signal keeps flickering.

Now it's gone.

Just put it on aeroplane mode for a couple of seconds, then switch it back on.

We're going to lose him.

We're not! Just give it a couple of seconds.

No.

We've lost him.

Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel! Rachel, come on,

Rachel. Come on, baby, come on. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up, honey, wake up!

PANTING: OK.

Oh, God!

No! No, no, no, no, no. Don't do this.

No, come on. Rachel, come on, get up!

Rachel, get up, get up! Just...

Stand up, Rach.

OK.

PHONE RINGING

'Hello, caller. What service do you want?'

Hello?

What emergency service do you require, caller?

Erm...

Erm...

Sir?

Er...

Sir, if there's a problem, you need to tell me.

Er, no. Actually, no, no, no, everything's fine.

Erm, it was...

-Sir?

-It was a false alarm.

Are you sure?

Yeah. OK, thanks.

We ran a check on Mr McManus' name and address.

Couldn't find anything matching his age or description

on any database in this country.

Well, that doesn't mean he's a fraud, does it?

Exactly.

We checked recent missing person cases around the country.

Quite a few had encountered a medium offering to help families

of the missing.

There's a Stewart McCaffrey in Galway,

a Stewart McDowell in Tralee,

Stewart McDonough in Waterford,

all matching the same description.

The description of Mr McManus right here.

People are suspicious and hostile to things they can't understand.

He's been doing it for years.

In other counties as well.

Never comes up with anything useful.

Just causes hurt and distress to numerous families.

Not true. You just have to trust me. I'm on your side here.

Why? Why would he do this?

For the drama and the excitement.

He gets off on your heartache.

But he knew things about Mum. He knew her name.

Yes, thank you.

That proves I'm genuine.

He does his research.

Mr McManus gets all the information he needs from the internet.

Rachel's been very active on social media sites.

She has written about her mother dying.

Even mentioned her by name. Anything Mr McManus needs is up there.

It's only a search away.

So, those things you said about her...

About Rachel being near a port...

Being tired. What were they, just lies?

No, it's true. Barbara told me.

Don't mention her name again.

I didn't think anything could make me feel worse.

Can you imagine what it's like to face the fact that your daughter

may never come home again?

That she may be...

And then you come along and offer a little bit of hope

that everything might be OK.

But isn't that what you wanted, hope?

Not a pack of lies!

I'm not a liar!

It's not my fault you don't believe me any longer.

You can't even admit it now, can you?

You're a parasite.

If that's true, then what does that make you?

A fool.

Hey, hey, hey!

Stewart McManus, I'm arresting you on suspicion of obstructing a garda

investigation. You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do

-say will be written down and may be used in evidence against you.

-This is a joke!

You've just lost the only chance you had of finding Rachel.

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

This is ridiculous. We should just call it in,

get every unit out searching for him.

And what if we do and he's only collecting his young one from school?

We'll look like a prize pair of clowns.

Oh, hang on, stop. Stop the car. Pull in here.

I'm getting a signal. It's searching.

And what's it say?

It's still loading.

Well?

Got it.

Well, where is he?

The caravan park.

Call it in.

This is outrageous.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Tell it to the judge.

I'm getting a strong aura from you.

Yeah, it's called aftershave.

No, really. It's very strong.

It's telling me you're confident and certain, and very wise.

OK, that's enough.

Confident and vain, maybe.

Hey, he didn't say vain.

But wise?

Now I know he's a fraud, for sure.

I am wise. Very wise.

Sharon and Paudge just called, looking for immediate backup.

They've been following Sergeant McGonigle.

-He's picking up his sick daughter from school.

-No, he's in the Riark caravan park,

-the one where Rachel's aunt has a caravan.

-Didn't we search that the other day?

Yeah, but we only searched one, Rachel's aunt. There's dozens more.

-And they're sure Brian's there? They're 100% sure?

-Yes. They tracked him using GPS.

Look, it is no coincidence that both Rachel Reid and Sergeant McGonigle

led us to the same caravan park.

No.

OK, we've no choice but to treat this as a possible abduction,

with Sergeant Brian McGonigle as our main suspect.

-Stay here, coordinate the operation. Call Dunedin for backup.

-OK.

Everybody else, get your gear. He's unlikely to be armed,

but we can't take any chances.

Come on, Holden! Move, let's go!

KNOCKING

He's here.

He must be here with her.

That's stuck solid, I'm never getting that off now.

God knows what he's doing to her.

Well, we can't just stand here doing nothing.

You know we were told to wait for backup.

Paudge, it might be ages before they get here.

He could've killed her by then.

He's not going to kill her.

Oh, really, are you certain? After everything he's done?

OK.

We search the caravans together.

No. It'll be quicker if we separate.

Is there any point in me explaining to you how stupid that sounds,

you putting yourself at risk like that?

I didn't think so.

-Shout if you need me.

-I will.

KNOCKING

Hello?

Is anyone in there?

BREATHES HEAVILY

Get off me! What are you doing?

I'm arresting you! You idiot! I'm trying to find Rachel.

-She called me, she told me she's here.

-Shut up!

Look, I was trying to pick up Mel, I got a phone call from Rachel. She said she's suicidal.

-Look, we've got to find her before it's too late.

-Liar!

Look, fine, if you don't believe me, call the station.

They're on their way. There's an ambulance coming, too.

Would you just call them?! They'll tell you exactly what I'm saying.

Zulu Vic...

You just never learn, do you?

Sergeant McGonigle...

I'm arresting you on suspicion of abduction,

defilement of a minor and withholding evidence.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so,

-but anything you do say...

-Sharon!

..will be held in evidence.

Sharon! Are you OK?

Yeah, you take care of him.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find Rachel.

Rachel?

Rachel!

Zulu Victor 401 to Control.

'Go ahead, Zulu Victor 401.'

We need an ambulance at Riark caravan park, a suspected overdose.

'Roger that. One's on the way now.'

Well, make it quick, it's an emergency!

Rachel!

Rachel, can you hear me?

SIRENS

Boss! There's been some kind of misunderstanding.

I've done nothing wrong here.

Look, I was only trying to help Rachel. She called me.

Take him away.

Look, there's been some kind of mistake, boss.

Boss!

Where's Sharon?

Inside with Rachel.

Sharon?

Is she OK?

I think so.

Ambulance is on its way.

Well done, Sharon.