Murdered by My Boyfriend Page #2
- Year:
- 2014
- 60 min
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worried about your...
I'm tied to you for life!
How much more commitment do you
f***ing want?
Ashley.
Ash.
Ashley.
F***, I'm so sorry.
Ash, I'm so...
Ash?
Get off me!
Get off me!
Where are you going? I'm so sorry.
I swear I'll never do it again.
I know you won't.
'I couldn't leave him.
'Not just because of a single moment.
'This is the man who tells me
I'm beautiful,
'the man who loves me,
'the father of my child.
'He's the man in front of me
'crying like a boy at the fear of
losing me.'
I'll never hurt you again.
'I went back because of everything
good that came before this day
'and the hope that the years to come
would be the same.'
Forgive me.
Yeah. so, I'm wearing, like,
with a skinny top under it and
black tights,
black skirt, put on some heels.
Right. He's here.
Yeah, yeah, see you later.
Baby, I thought you said you were
coming an hour ago.
Are those clean?
Come here, baby. Kiss!
Is that what Mummy's wearing?
What's wrong with it?
OK.
You've got them on upside down.
You got them on upside down.
Oh, let me do this.
Can I have a wear? Could I?
Can I have my purse, please?
Who did you go for a pizza with?
Work, I told you.
Who did you go for a coffee with?
Erm, Prince Harry.
You're funny, who was it, though?
My mum, ask her.
Yeah, look, I'm taking this for her
doll's house.
But that were for tonight.
Yeah, but we said we'd split
the cost.
Well, do you really need it
right now?
Got money for pizza and coffee.
Pay me back Friday.
You shouldn't have to do that,
you know.
I'm out, aren't I?
Come on, let's get a drink.
You all right, Jamie?
Still crying every morning wishing
you were with me.
You'd be crying more if you saw what
I looked like in the morning.
No, I wouldn't.
Congratulations. Oh, my God. It's
amazing!
Oh, my God.
Oh, it's so beautiful.
It's amazing.
Where did you buy it?
Do you know that Poundstretcher
in the Broadway Centre?
Joe's gaff.
The really expensive jewellers next
to that.
Ahh! Thank you.
It'll be you next.
I like computers. Shall we log in
here like that?
And we go all the way in.
See what's happening there?
We can look at everything.
You lost Mummy. We lost Mummy, shall
we get her back?
Yeah. We'll get her back.
So, if we press that one there...
Oh! Who's that?
You had a late night.
I missed you.
Nice.
Ah... That's so cute.
It's not cute. So cute. It's not
cute.
'There were good times, too,
'when we felt like a normal
family...'
'..but I could only ever feel
what he wanted me to feel.
'I could only be happy if he was.'
Ta-da! Is that great or what?
It's like a pixie forest for you,
little princess. Yeah?
Yeah!
What's that?
Well, open it.
Hello, you!
A phone? Thank you, baby.
Do you like it?
I love it! Yeah? Yeah.
You would, you definitely would.
Who's your message from?
Oh, it's nothing. Erm...
Just take a picture quickly? Yeah.
Yeah?
'Send me a photo.
'Where are you?
'Hey, baby, send me a photo.
'I want to see where you are, what
you're doing.
'If I ask for a picture, you send me
one.
'If you don't, it's because you're
doing something.'
Tell me what you're doing. Huh? Why
did you stop?
Because... the battery runs out,
Reece. Don't lie to me!
You turned it off! Why did you turn
it off?
Why did you turn it off? It's got a
battery, Reece, it runs out.
Bullshit! You turned it off cos you
were with someone.
So, who was it? Who were you with?
Who were you with?
I'M BEING RIDICULOUS?!? Why are you
doing this to me?
You like taking the piss out of me.
You like taking the piss out of me,
don't you now?
You lying slag.
'Do you think I like doing this?
'You're scaring... SHUT UP! ..the
baby. Stop crying.
'If you did what I told you,
you wouldn't be lying there.
'It wouldn't be like this.
'Why do you make me do this?'
Police.
It were just an argument on the
phone.
Who were you arguing with?
My boyfriend.
How did you get that bruise on
your face?
It happened yesterday. I was...
you know, dressing my daughter and
she jerked her head back.
Where's your boyfriend now?
I don't know. His flat, probably.
Where's his flat?
Radford.
Right. Thanks a lot.
Miss Jones, if you feel threatened
in any way by anyone,
we can help you.
I don't.
Right, honestly, I'm fine.
It were just an argument on the
phone.
We've got to stop doing this.
'It was never his fault.
'At best he said it was us,
'but most of the time it was me.
'That I'd provoked him...
'I'd hurt him...
'I'd pushed him to his limit.
'So I believed him.'
Yeah, but everyone has fights.
It's normal. Yeah.
Does he ever hit you, though?
No, not really.
To be honest, I'm the violent one.
Do you hit him?
Only if he deserves it.
Yeah, but me and Reece, we do have
Yeah, but it's just cos you're
passionate, isn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah. Couldn't go out with someone
if they were boring. Could you?
No.
I need someone with something
about them.
No time for boring.
Ah, do you mind if I get that?
It's probably Reece.
Hiya. Jones, get in the car.
Two seconds, please.
All right, I'll come in then.
Hiya, Reece, you all right?
Yeah, I'm all right, thanks. You?
Yeah.
Been putting the world to rights,
haven't we, Ash?
Yeah, the world
is now officially sorted.
Tell you what, your missus is well
talented.
Come and have a look at these.
Sh*t.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, my God. It's such a mess. Erm...
No, no, don't do that. It'll get
on... it'll get on your nails.
Erm... I'll wait in the car.
Are you annoyed? I'm so... Of course
I'm not annoyed.
I can do it for free. Don't... please
don't be mad.
Scores out of ten, please.
One out of ten. What? There's no way
a bloke could know that was fake.
I thought you were having a stroke.
Come on, Ash. Come on. Show us!
Girls.
- Give me a D.
- D!
- Give me an I.
- I!
What you doing?
Nothing.
Doesn't look like nothing.
That smells like Cheesy Wotsits. It's
disgusting.
I bet Reece has got a cheesy wotsit,
ain't he, Ash?
Oh, shut your mouth!
No, he's got a Monster Munch.
Becky?
What you doing? Going on internet.
No, no.
No. You've got to delete that now.
Why? What's the problem?
Get her to take it off, yeah?
You've got to take that down. OK,
I...
Just take it off. OK, I've deleted
it.
Are you all right?
My God.
Ashley!
Babe...
OK, so which one's your favourite?
Ash...
..you've got to leave him.
It's not as simple as that.
Why isn't it?
He beats the crap out of you.
If he did that to someone in the
street, he'd go to jail.
Jasmine's made princess cupcakes,
haven't you, baby?
Thank you, baby.
They are so beautiful.
How about we go back in the kitchen
and put more sprinkles on, yeah?
Yeah, come on, then.
What about Jasmine?
I mean, she loves him to bits.
Do you really want her to grow up
thinking that this is normal?
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