A Lonely Place to Die Page #2

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Surprise is half the fun, right?

Thank f*** I brought chocolate.

Five minutes and we're off.|Everybody OK with that?

Sounds good.

It's beautiful.

I know. Scenery like this|makes me wish I could paint.

I'm gonna take a piss.

- Yeah, good to know.|- Thought you might be interested.

No, no, mate, you feel free|to keep us updated at all times.

Will do.

I've found a cracking spot.|I'm unbuttoning my fly.

I'm getting it out.|F***ing hell, it weighs a ton.

Shut up, wanker.

Hey, guys! I heard something.

Oh, yeah, what?

I dunno. Something.|Come here and check it out.

Mate, you think I'm falling for that?

I'm serious.

What is it?

- What's going on up there?|- Hold on a sec!

Just listen.

D'you hear that?

I heard it.

- What is it then?|- An animal?

- No way.|- Then what?

- Sounds to me like...|- Like what?

A person.

- Guys, get over here.|- What is it?

Just get over here.

- What is it?|- Listen.

- I hear it.|- Yeah, me too.

What is that?

I've no idea.

- Sh*t.|- What?

It's a breathing tube.

There's someone down there.

Just wait here, guys. Wait!

Hello?

Jesus Christ!

- Jesus Christ.|- What the hell is that?

Don't you mean who?

What do we do?

Ed.

Wait a sec, guys.

Hello?

If you can hear us, say something!

Oh, Jesus.

This was dug recently.|The earth's still soft.

Why would somebody be down there?

I told you I heard something.

We're gonna help you.|Just sit tight for a moment.

- What are you doing?|- We don't know what's down there.

- It sounds like a child.|- I think so, too.

We can think,|but we don't f***ing know.

Guys, it's made of wood.

- See if we can find the corners.|- This is insane. What are you doing?

Get down here! Help us.|F***ing kneel down and help.

Come on!

Right, we're gonna try|and lift it, OK? On three.

One, two, three.

F***.

- Oh, my God.|- Jesus.

Alright. Hello.

Now don't be afraid. We're gonna get you|out of there. Alright?

Ed?

Come on.

No, no, no. Don't worry,|we're not gonna hurt you.

OK, darling? We're not gonna|hurt you. Come on.

For f***'s sake, you're scaring her!|Leave her alone.

It's OK, sweetie.

Alright. Alright.

It's OK.

It's alright.|I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's OK.|We're gonna get you out of here.

Come on, sweetie.

It's alright.

It's OK. Good girl. It's OK.

It's OK.

- OK, honey. Help.|- OK.

OK.

Let's get you out of here.|Come up. Come up.

Can you get me some water?

Sit down.|It's alright, it's alright. OK.

OK. OK. Here you go. There you go.

Slowly. Drink slowly.|Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Alright. Good girl.

Alright. It's OK.

It's alright, it's alright. It's OK.

Sweetie, can you tell...

Can you tell me your name? Your name?

I'm Jenny. Jenny.

What's your name?

- Anna.|- Anna.

OK, Anna.

Anna, where are you from?

OK. Alright.

Anna, do you speak English?

Anna? English? Does anyone know|what language that is?

I dunno. Is it Russian, maybe?

- Might be Croatian.|- How do you know that?

Well, I had an ex-girlfriend from Zagreb|and she'd swear at me in Croat.

- You're sure that's what it is?|- She used to swear at me a lot.

- Can you understand what she's saying?|- No. The accent sounds familiar.

Well, do you speak any Croat?

I could score an eighth,|ask for a threesome.

- Ah, Jesus.|- Oh, for God's sake.

- Dick.|- Sorry.

- Why would someone do this?|- They didn't want her to die.

Otherwise there wouldn't be|an air pipe.

I don't want to know who put her|down there or why they did it.

I just want to get out of here|before they come back.

Listen, listen.|She's our responsibility now.

We've got to get help.|We've got to get her

off these mountains soon.

OK. Right, we're here, 12 miles|south-southwest of Alltnacaillich.

The nearest village is Annan Mor, so...

Yeah.

We could go east along the Scimitar|Ridge until we get to the river,

then double back to the village.|It's about 15, 20 miles all in.

I found this in the hole.|She must've been down there for days.

- Did she have any food?|- Didn't look like it.

She must have been starving|down there all by herself in the dark.

Let's not kill her with|a smoked mackerel sandwich.

Can we use your phone?|Phone for help?

What, in these mountains?

Won't get anything approaching|a signal till you get near the A9.

That's about 30 miles away.

You said it was|15 miles to the village.

There is a faster route.|We're only two miles from Devil's Drop.

- What's Devil's Drop?|- The only way to breach the ridge.

It's a sheer cliff face|500 foot straight down,

but from there, it is only|a four-mile hike to Annan Mor.

How do we get a child down Devil's Drop?

We don't. Two of us abseil down|and run to the village for help,

alert the police and get the Highland|Rescue to pick up the rest of you.

- Who are you gonna take with you?|- Alison.

Sorry, Ed, no arguments, mate.|I need the best.

It's a massive face, Rob.|I mean, we don't have enough rope.

I've got 20 metres of seven mil|if that helps.

No, no, you keep that with you.

There's some rough terrain.|You might need it. We'll manage.

- We'll multi pitch it. It'll be fine.|- Do you want us to wait here?

No. There's no way we're staying here.

Follow the route on the map. I'll make|sure they get the helicopter out to you.

As long as you stick to that route,|they'll find you easily.

- Yeah, that's it. There it is. See?|- Where?

That's the Haston Step.|It's the first belay point.

- You wanna go first?|- Yeah.

Rob?

F***! Rob, there's no more rope.

Can you make it?

- Easy.|- Sh*t. Sh*t!

Easy.

Alison! How is it?

F***ing scary, Rob.

There's no footholds for five feet.|You be careful, OK?

Rob!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Look, why don't we carry her?|Me and Ed could take it in turns.

- Makes sense.|- OK.

- Come on.|- Here you go.

Be gentle.

Anna!

- Come on.|- Jesus Christ!

Put her down.

Right, so what do we do now?|You won't be able to carry her.

- I can try.|- You'll collapse after 100 yards.

Then we'll go at Anna's pace.

- That's pretty f***ing slow.|- Watch your language.

- She can't understand.|- Hardly the point.

- For f***'s sake.|- We've gotta keep moving. Come on.

Do you have any idea|what she's been through?

I get it, OK?|Can we just go now? Please?

- Come on.|- OK.

Come on, sweetie. We have to go.

F***!

Jesus!

F***. F*** it. F***!

F***! F***! F***!

Help!

F*** you!

F*** you.

It's been cut!

I think it's about a mile away|to the river.

There they are.

- I see them.|- How far?

- You got a shot?|- At this range?

Don't waste it.|Let's get over that next ridge.

There they are.

Chuck us over your hip flask|and give me a nip.

What is this filthy sh*t?

- It's spirit drink.|- Spirit drink?

I got it at the petrol garage. It's so|cheap they can't even call it vodka.

- It's pish.|- It gets the job done.

Hello there.

Good afternoon.

What are you fellas doing out here?

Hiking.

Long way from civilisation.

That's the idea.

You stalking?

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