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The thing is I think it's a mad plan.

- You do?

- Yeah, and I want in.

Just stab him and leave him to die?

Yes.

And tell him you love him.

I love him?

Look, this... this has to be done, yeah?

Yes. It does.

Don't let me down.

I love you, bro.

Call an ambulance!

Shh! People will hear!

Please, call an ambulance!

You're dying, anyway.

Your brain tumour. You're dying, anyway.

Please! I don't wanna die!

I don't wanna die.

John?

John, mate?

John?

Hello. Emergency services.

Which service do you require?

Yeah, ambulance, please. Ambulance.

John?

A man in his mid-20s?

Was he black or white?

White.

He was wearing a hoodie.

Just... came out of nowhere.

# My baby, my baby's got no words for me

# My brother's in jail

# My baby, my baby's got no words for me

# My brother's in jail

# My father said, my father said

# Son, I can't afford his bail

You will be arrested.

Don't worry. I'll come for you.

I'll get you out of there.

# Son, I can't afford his bail #

Sir?

Erm, I need to get to a computer.

It's my mum's birthday

and I wanna send her an email.

Can you help me out, please?

- Sir, I need to get home, sir!

- You got no privileges yet, son.

- Sir, it's really important.

- It's important.

- I'm begging you! Sir!

- I'm begging you, sir!

You still here?

Dickinson's not MI5. We checked.

And no one called Kevin McNeil is or ever

has been in the witness protection scheme.

When do you go on leave?

Soon, sir.

We're trying to track the computers the

messages were sent from. There's a link.

The boy stabbed his friend.

We have it on camera.

The boy goes to jail.

I'm just trying to understand why.

Why is not our job.

- But, sir, there's clearly...

- You're wasting your time.

And why do you think Mark stabbed you?

I don't know why. I thought we were mates.

John's out of intensive care.

What do you mean?

He's out of intensive care.

He's going to be fine.

Why does that upset you, Mark?

The charges against you have just gone

from murder to attempted murder.

- Are you afraid of Janet?

- No!

But I already told you, you should be.

Mark, it's been almost a week

and no sign of Janet.

If I were you, I'd stop waiting for her

to come and rescue you.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

What?

- How much did John know?

- What do you mean?

Ah!

About Kevin and Rachel

and the witness protection.

How much did he know about Kelly?

How much did he know about Janet?

Well, he knew everything.

So, you never met Janet?

Face to face, I mean?

No. She's Secret Service, isn't she?

But she saw you through a webcam?

Yeah, but I couldn't see her,

because it was a secret location.

So you never actually saw her?

She had a photo. I saw a photo.

That's her. See, I told you.

This woman isn't an MI5 agent, Mark.

- This woman isn't Janet Dickinson.

- No, you've got it all wrong.

I've saved lives. I'm a hero.

Kelly does not exist.

Rachel does not exist.

Because she's dead,

because Kevin killed her!

No, Mark.

No, because there is no such person.

Rachel was never in witness protection,

because Rachel isn't a real person.

Don't, please.

You've figured it out. I know you have.

He pulled it in.

What did you say?

John never had a sister.

Do you know who this is a photo of, Mark?

This is a photo of John's mum

and John's real dad when they were young.

Kelly is a model in a magazine.

This is a photo of John's aunt.

The messages from Janet,

Kelly, Kevin and Rachel,

they all came from the same computer.

Don't. Don't say that.

I'll kill you.

And I'll kill her.

Tell me what you wanna do to me.

- They aren't real people.

- Don't say it's not real!

John made them up.

It was John who sent you those messages.

It was John you were talking to online.

It was John all along.

John Bradley. He's in your class.

I want you to look after him.

He's getting picked on.

I know... He's really weird.

Do it for me, though.

I'm Kevin McNeil, pal.

You ever speak to my girlfriend again,

you little f***ing twat...

Go near Zoey again and

I'll f***ing bury ya!

I'm gonna get you, you little git!

Everyone is being watched.

Everyone is being followed.

You've heard of Columbine.

High school massacres.

John is planning one.

It's vital we stop him.

Oh, my God.

Everybody liked him.

I wanted him to like me.

I wanted us to be friends.

Bradley has admitted that he

insinuated himself into the mind of Turner.

It is clear that Mark Turner

was manipulated by John Bradley

through these cyber friends he created.

He takes responsibility

for the incitement to murder.

And as nobody's ever been charged

with inciting his own murder...

...it's a novelty.

...most callous deception

and manipulation of his emotions.

I don't think it's an exaggeration

to say that John Bradley

brainwashed my client.

Bear in mind, this is a story

of loneliness and desperation.

That's why he wanted to commit suicide.

But these simply cannot be described

as normal circumstances

and I fail to see how a custodial sentence

would be in the interests of either boy.

Indeed, it appears that each boy

is the victim of the other.

You will be placed on probation

for two years.

Neither of you must access the internet

unless under adult supervision.

Finally, you must not have

any direct or indirect contact

with each other ever again.

Go oh, John!

Hi.

Right, Mark, you're subbed.

Just make sure

you don't stab anyone, all right?

So, I was out

with an old girlfriend.

And I saw this gangster, Kevin McNeil.

I saw him murder someone.

I had to be interviewed by MI5

and everything.

They wanted to put me

in witness protection,

but... I didn't wanna

leave my mum on her own.

So, this gangster, he hunted me down.

He found me.

He stabbed me and left me for dead.

That's why I've got this scar.

Do you wanna touch it?

Yeah.

My mate, Mark, found me.

He called an ambulance.

Police caught Kevin on CCTV.

He only got sent down for ten years.

And I found out the other day he's escaped.

I'm shitting it.

But... MI5 said

that they're keeping a lookout for me.

I mean, they might be following me now.

What, they're following us now?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You've had a mad life.

# You got me where you want

# I've placed you in the stars

# Fell for all your charms

# Too much to pass

# There's another sign

# A darkness to your sigh

# Hard to understand

# That both come as one

# You're like the Russian type

# A shot of the hardest drink

# But I stay swept away

# When you're good, you're good

# And when you're bad, you're on

# Drinking all the wine

# Singing all the songs

# There's another sign

# Sweetest that I know

# Hard to understand

# Where the person goes

# You're like the Russian type

# A shot of the hardest drink

# But I stay swept away

# Just like a hurricane blows away the good

# Day by day

# Swept away...

# But I know what I got

# I got just what I want

# Too much of everything

# Sometimes it's not enough

# You're like the Russian type

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