The Hole Page #3

A bloody schoolboy, I said. | Little Lord bloody Fauntleroy!

- Good job, Doctor. | - Thanks, Detective.

The hunt for the kidnapper | of the Brabourne teenagers...

...took an unexpected turn today,

...as it was announced that police | have arrested a pupil from the school.

The boy, who cannot be named | for legal reasons,

...was located in the Dominican Republic,

...where it is believed | he was on holiday with his family.

I've put together a rough character sketch | based on the information we have.

Locking the children in | suggests a sociopathic personality.

He doesn't think what he's done is wrong. | He probably thinks he's above the law.

Right now he's probably creating | a very strong alibi.

So the longer he has to conjure up | this fiction, the harder it'll be to crack.

If you want a confession, | you'll have to act quickly.

So,

...when the police arrest Martin, | will they put him in a cell?

I presume so.

Good. I hope they do.

Let's see how he likes it.

- All right, let's start. | - Er... hang on.

- OK, I'm ready.

- Can we talk? | - Sure. Shall I come over there?

OK.

Can I get in?

What's up? Can't sleep?

It... it's about Martin.

I think he's watching us.

I saw... a shadow pass the slat. | It could be nothing, I... I could be wrong...

...but I think it might have been him | checking up on us.

It probably is him.

It's so funny.

Y'know, Stevie sent me here | to protect me from the nut jobs at home.

I think I know what Martin's doing.

Go on.

Martin wants me to see that...

...it was stupid of me to like you | when I don't even know you.

He wants me to hate you.

We're still down here because | he was wrong. He hates being wrong,

...so we're stuck down here till he's right.

Hold on. You knew this would happen | even before we came down here?

No, of course not.

But it's the only explanation I can think of.

But what difference does it make?

He likes you, doesn't he?

Yeah. Since we were eleven.

One of those.

Yeah.

But you...

...like me?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Don't worry about it.

But... how does he know | you don't hate me?

I mean... I don't...

How could he work that out | from a split second at the door?

I don't know.

What is it?

What?

- Is that what I think it is? | - Yeah.

Are there more?

Whoa.

Try that one over there.

- Which one? | - This one.

- He's covered the whole place.

- Jesus Christ!

- What's going on? What is it? | - Liz, it's the middle of the night! What?

I'm really worried about her. | She needs a doctor.

That's obvious I thought | you were supposed to be smart.

I bet it's that dirty toilet water | that's making her ill.

- It's not my fault! | - Yes, it is!

- This is sh*t!

This is the worst time I've ever had! | I hope I never see you again.

- It's not that bad! | - No! Things are very bad!

I mean, am I the only one | who can smell the toilet?

Who left the monster log | that we can't f***ing flush?

We're f***ed, and it's all your f***ing fault!

Why me?

- Because he's your best friend! | - Yeah!

I should've never came down here. | As soon as I saw you,

...you f***ing geeky little f***ing b*tch,

...I should've turned the other f***ing way!

Just stay the f*** away from me, | you f***ing loser!

You're not so great yourself, you know. | You're full of sh*t!

What are you, anyway? | You're just a face... and hair!

Oh, shut up, you...

...f***in'...

...comebag!

We waited and waited, | and nothing happened.

- But it worked.

The next morning Mike woke me up | and the door was open.

We were so happy.

We were out.

We all grabbed each other | andjust stood in the light.

It was over. We'd beaten him.

We'd won.

What Martin didn't realise | was that I'd even won Mike.

We ran up as quickly as we could.

Mike gave me a great big hug | and he said "You saved us".

- "You saved us all". | - You saved us all.

Here we are.

Right.

Well done. I told you you'd get through it. | How do you feel?

Lighter.

Last night I even closed the door | all the way and I didn't panic.

Excellent. You've made a lot of progress.

- We've still got a lot of work to do. | - Oh?

Yeah, but you'll get there. | It's... it's really good.

I'll see you later.

OK? Bye.

Bye.

Yeah, Tom here.

- Tom, it's Philippa. | - What can I do foryou?

Listen, she thinks she spent the last week | in f***ing Disneyland!

- Oh, yeah? | - I'm sorry. I didn't see it coming.

Doesn't matter, I'll get a confession | out ofMartin, no problem.

I mean, how delusional can she be?

So I suppose you've got fingerprints?

DNA?

CCTV footage of me creeping around | or a stack of witnesses with 20/20

Do you even have a motive?

A bloody good reason why I should | lock up a bunch of socialites...

...and throw away the key, | however tempting that might be?

- What did you do on the last day of term? | - Is she deaf?

Is she thick? I mean, can they really keep | asking the same question hour after hour?

Please. Just so we're clear.

I got up at 7am as usual.

I cleaned my teeth and had a sh*t.

I was down at breakfast by 7.20am, | as usual.

The matron ticked me off the list,

...I had two slices of cold toast with | warm butter and sweet tea as usual.

I returned to my study and carried my bags | to the school minibus at 8am...

...and was sat on the minibus by 8.05.

I sat beside the driver | because I wanted to sit on my own.

We left for the station at 8.30am | and arrived at a not unreasonable 8.45am.

I bought a Telegraph and a Kit Kat...

...and then caught my train | promptly at 9.05 from platform two.

I was alone until Charing Cross, | where I was met by my mother,

...who parked the car in the wrong area | and got a ticket as usual.

Martin. We know why you did it, | how you did it, the whole f***ing lot.

Elizabeth has told us everything. Hey?

Well, I knew she was f***ed in the head, | but I didn't realise she was this vicious.

Well, you... you know Liz hates me. | You do know that, don't you?

Thanks for taking me home. | I can't wait to get into my own bed.

You'll feel better | once you get back into your old routine.

Now, if you need anything, day or night, | just call me, all right?

You can go back any time you want.

I have to get back to the real world. | You said so yourself.

You really don't know anything, do you?

Liz and Frankie are best friends! | They're thick as thieves!

You're sure?

They're practically the same person! | Boring, vain, shallow enough to paddle in.

But Liz is the really nasty one.

Do you have a pen?

This is how it is at Brabourne.

To exist, you eitherhave to be | a b*tch ora complete slut.

What is it?

Amber dumped Mike half an hour ago.

Oh, f***.

- Come on.

It's the big chance you've been waiting for!

Oh, my God, I'm going to be sick.

Move quick, girl, or you'll be auditioning | with every peekaboo slut from London up.

I don't just want him.

I really want him, Frankie.

- I've got a plan. | - Let's hear it.

We go to the beach again like last year. | But this time we camp out.

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