Euro Angels Hardball 13: The Hole Story Page #6

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Frankie, what's wrong? Wake up!

What's wrong?

- Frankie...

- Geoff. Oh, my God. F***.

You f***ing killed her!

What have you done?

What have you done to her?.

- I didn't...

- What did she do to you?

Geoff.

Geoff.

Geoff, it's f***ing horrible.

Please stop touching her. Please, Geoff.

She's f***ing dead!

Stop f***ing touching her!

I'm so sorry, Frankie.

Frankie, I'm so sorry.

What... what...

what happened, what did I do?

You were my best friend.

What am I going to do? I'm sorry, Frankie...

Frankie...

Don't f***ing look at me like that!

I hate it when people look at me like that.

It's not my fault

if you don't like what I have to say.

Frances was bulimic. We know that

from the lack of enamel on her teeth.

The dramatic bleeding

came from a tear in her oesophagus.

She died on the tenth day

from heart failure.

Carry on.

Do you think she'll haunt us?

She'll haunt you.

Why me?

Why you? Why you?!

You f***ing b*tch!

Because it's your mistake!

Your idea, your fault! You!

- Does that help at all It's sh*t in here.

- You!

She's sorry! lsn't it obvious? She didn't

do it on purpose! Just f***ing leave it!

You didn't care about f***ing Frankie!

You're right. I didn't give a f*** about

Frankie. We're just a pair of a**holes.

I keep thinking

about her mum and her dad...

..and how they're going to feel

when they find out.

I've killed all of you! I killed...

- No, you didn't.

- I did, it's my fault! I'm sorry!

Look, OK? It's not your fault, OK?

It's not your fault.

I don't know what happened to Frankie,

but it wasn't you, OK?

- Really?

- Really. OK?

So what we've got to do

is try our best to keep strong.

I don't really blame you, Liz.

I'm just going nuts.

I keep thinking I can smell the body.

I think I'd rather tear my face off...

..than smell her rot.

I've got such a terrible headache.

Everything's blurry.

I know what that means.

It's all right, Geoff. Don't think about it.

Take it.

Take it.

Thank you.

- You OK?

- I'm sorry... Mike...

- What are you talking about?

- I'm sorry.

- You're not well, you should lie down.

I have to tell you something.

- Lizzie, it's the dehydration.

- No. Mike... No, Mike.

No. Mike, listen.

Please stop torturing yourself, OK?

Please. It's not important any more, OK?

It's not your fault.

No, I have to tell you something.

- What?

- You f***er!

- No, Mikey! I was going to share!

- No, stop!

Geoffrey Bingham. Severe head injuries.

This one was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Look. We could go together.

F***, no.

I can't do this any more.

This food will keep us going a little longer.

We could still be found.

We're not going to be found.

They would have found us by now.

Look. Mike, it'd be really quick, right?

- We'll just fade away and it'll be over...

- You're stronger than that!

We've kept going this long,

we can hold out. Please!

It's worth it.

Lizzie, I can't do this without you.

You've kept me going.

If you go, I'll have nothing.

I need you.

I love you, Liz.

l... I love you.

How the f*** did you do that?

The key.

I always had it.

But I couldn't tell you. How could l?

But it... it was all for you.

For me?

Because I love you.

All this was for you.

For me?

I killed my best friend.

You let me think I was going to die,

and you watched me kill my best friend.

I killed him for a f***ing Coke!

You let Frankie die!

You f***ing held her hand...

..and you let her die, you f***ing b*tch!

F***in' whore!

- No, Mike...

- You f***ing b*tch!

- You don't understand! I didn't mean...

Mike, no! What are you doing?

You don't understand!

What are you doing? Stop it! No, Mike!

- No!

He was the reason I breathed.

I stayed there,...

..felt my heart die,...

..my soul wither.

I wanted to be with him so much...

..that I couldjust feel myself

stepping into the air.

Then I thought, at least this way,...

..he never grows old,

he never cheats on me.

He never leaves.

This way hejust... stays perfect.

You need to say

what you've just said to me on tape,...

..with a solicitor and your parents present.

Why?

Your statement needs to be official.

- I'm not making a statement.

- You have to.

That's what the families and everybody

- the police - have been waiting for.

I just told you:

they're not going to understand.

Look, even you don't understand.

I don't see why I should be punished.

It was an accident!

- You're still responsible.

- I'm not ruining my life for this!

It's out of your hands. Martin will

corroborate what you've told me.

Everyone is dead,

and you told them that I locked you in!

I was away!

I had no idea you couldn't get out!

It's too late.

No!

- Philippa! What the f*** are you doing?

- Help! Help!

- Thank God. Thank God.

- What's wrong?

- Help! Help!

- It's OK.

- I thought she was going to hurt me.

- It's over. We have Martin.

You're in deep sh*t.

- You have Martin?

- Yeah.

Suicide.

Guilty as hell.

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