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[oom] 3x06 Tape Recorded Notes
[ tape begins ]
[ Alex's voice is quiet, and her voice is hoarse. She's clearly been crying. ]
Viv's gone.
It was too much to hope that we could save him. And it was bloody lucky that we got Chris and Ray out in one piece.
For more than a moment, I thought we'd lost Gene as well. But he's impervious, isn't he? [ bitter laugh ]
Him and Keats, both.
[ long silence ]
We never gave up. We fought through to the very end. Fought against Thordy's lies, and Sack's twisted plan. We fought so very hard.
And it didn't matter.
It just didn't matter.
He's lost to us.
I went back to the office after, and someone had left his -- his custodian's helmet on my desk. It was too much, just too much. It was as if -- all the loss. All the helplessness, all the confusion, all of it, came crashing down on me. All the tears I'd kept from crying threatened to drown me.
I'd never felt more alone, in the whole time I've been here.
And then he appeared to me. The young copper, with -- with -- his face. For a moment I actually believed he was there to help me. But no, he was there to remind me that even if I'd given up on myself, he still needed me.
I asked him how I could help him, I begged, and he didn't say a word.
He simply turned his head and looked.
And that gaze pulled me from my chair and propelled me into Gene's office. I can't tell you how, but I knew exactly what I was looking for when I opened his top right drawer.
It was a rusted biscuit tin with a picture of a young Queen Elizabeth on the lid. Inside...
A roll of film. And a photograph.
Nothing on the back of the photo. Just that young face, smiling back at me, as if it was his very first day on the job. The young copper who had been haunting my dreams was real.
I could see every detail clearly. His hair was combed back, but still threatened to flop over his eyes. He had this -- smile. This bashful little smile, like he couldn't contain his pride at wearing the uniform.
And the uniform... For the first time I could really look at the uniform, and yes, clear as day, I could see his epaulette numbers.
I glanced up and I could see him, standing there just outside the door, and yes, those numbers were clearly visible to me now. The same numbers that someone had carved in my desk months ago.
I will never forget those numbers as long as I live, Molly. Finally, I have something to put a name to his face. I have a solid lead.
[ Alex's voice is quiet, and her voice is hoarse. She's clearly been crying. ]
Viv's gone.
It was too much to hope that we could save him. And it was bloody lucky that we got Chris and Ray out in one piece.
For more than a moment, I thought we'd lost Gene as well. But he's impervious, isn't he? [ bitter laugh ]
Him and Keats, both.
[ long silence ]
We never gave up. We fought through to the very end. Fought against Thordy's lies, and Sack's twisted plan. We fought so very hard.
And it didn't matter.
It just didn't matter.
He's lost to us.
I went back to the office after, and someone had left his -- his custodian's helmet on my desk. It was too much, just too much. It was as if -- all the loss. All the helplessness, all the confusion, all of it, came crashing down on me. All the tears I'd kept from crying threatened to drown me.
I'd never felt more alone, in the whole time I've been here.
And then he appeared to me. The young copper, with -- with -- his face. For a moment I actually believed he was there to help me. But no, he was there to remind me that even if I'd given up on myself, he still needed me.
I asked him how I could help him, I begged, and he didn't say a word.
He simply turned his head and looked.
And that gaze pulled me from my chair and propelled me into Gene's office. I can't tell you how, but I knew exactly what I was looking for when I opened his top right drawer.
It was a rusted biscuit tin with a picture of a young Queen Elizabeth on the lid. Inside...
A roll of film. And a photograph.
Nothing on the back of the photo. Just that young face, smiling back at me, as if it was his very first day on the job. The young copper who had been haunting my dreams was real.
I could see every detail clearly. His hair was combed back, but still threatened to flop over his eyes. He had this -- smile. This bashful little smile, like he couldn't contain his pride at wearing the uniform.
And the uniform... For the first time I could really look at the uniform, and yes, clear as day, I could see his epaulette numbers.
6620
I glanced up and I could see him, standing there just outside the door, and yes, those numbers were clearly visible to me now. The same numbers that someone had carved in my desk months ago.
I will never forget those numbers as long as I live, Molly. Finally, I have something to put a name to his face. I have a solid lead.