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Raveley says, if he reads out his
statement under oath,
he'll be committing perjury -
and so will you.
Jo, a simple yes or no.
Are you still seeing her?
It'll be round the barracks
he smashed the major's daughter.
I'm just not army wife material!
There's no such thing.
I'm not Angela! And if this is
her life, then I don't want it.
I'll be back when the baby's born.
Natasha's had a letter.
They've
confirmed the date for the inquest.
Get some answers at last.
He didn't OD on smack, love.
He died doing something important.
Don't sell that short, yeah?
I can be trusted to walk.
I don't need an escort.
Your dad's just offering you a lift.
There's no hidden agenda.
Yeah.
Why don't I come home for lunch,
cos we haven't really talked?
I apologised.
Not properly
talked.
I've got to go to work.
Sorry.
I'll I'll cook tonight.
See you when you get home.
From Martin's.
With Sam.
With Sam.
Left, right! Left, right!
So the CO tells me you've had
a crisis of conscience.
You want to change
your witness statement in court.
I think my brother deserved better.
He didn't deserve to die.
Better than this exercise in
***-covering, sir.
He was buried with full military
honours.
They've flown me back for this
inquest.
Both our statements praised his
courage.
He died selflessly, a warrior.
Sir.
And you want to rip that up?
I don't want to lie under oath.
You want to tell your mother
that her lad lost the plot and
aimed to put a bullet in his leg
to get a fast-track home?
I should have let him.
But you didn't.
Why?
He'd still be alive.
Did you think he owed a duty to the
unit?
Did you think he should man up?
Did you think the same as me?
I thought that he was emotionally
and mentally fragile
and his OC would protect him.
I was
wrong.
If he hadn't have been your brother,
would you still have thought the
same?
Yes, sir.
Permission to be excused, sir.
You have had six years exemplary
service He was my brother
for 23.
Permission to be excused, sir.
On your way.
I was listening to that.
Coldplay?
Listen, I'm sorry.
You said.
On the phone.
I just wanted to say it to your face.
With selling kitchens and chasing
after Millie, you didn't realise
I'd gone.
Of course I did.
I just presumed that you'd be all
right because you're always
all right.
Look, this was meant to be a surprise
but
Do you still like Dog Jack?
Two tickets? Yeah, I thought
you could take a friend.
You know, from school.
You know they'll list his injuries?
Every scratch, every blast
amputation.
Yeah.
Do you think Mum's up to hearing
that?
What else? Matt was on a
disciplinary the day that he died.
What for?
What for?
At the funeral, we kind of
made him out to be a hero.
'A soldier's soldier,' Bartham
called him.
He wasn't a hero, Dad.
He was ***-scared.
Like everyone.
You just don't say it out loud.
Message from table four.
He's got a throat like Ghandi's
flip-flop.
Oh, it's good to have you back.
Whatever the reason.
Adam's driving me to court.
I could've got a lift with Howard
but an hour each way in
the car with Paula.
Alfie will be fine.
The question is
will you?
My Visiting Officer keeps saying,
'Chin up.
Last hurdle.
'
Birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries.
They're all gonna be waiting to trip
you up.
I'm learning fast.
Eight years married on Sunday.
Is there no way back?
I know how that must seem to you.
Where there's life, there's
hope and all that.
Joe completely humiliated me.
Twice.
I thought about taking him back for
the girls' sake, but what signal
does that send them?
I can't compare.
No.
You can't.
Cos when Matt told you he loved you,
he meant it.
No-one can ever take that away.
Mrs Raveley? Faisal Aga.
I'm from Parents For Peace.
I read about your son in The
Chronicle.
Not interested.
Losing a child is tragic at any age.
Losing a child in conflict is -
Look, I know who you lot are.
Your loss is our loss, Mr Raveley.
No, no.
Our loss is your gain, pal.
Our son died so people like you
can stand on a soapbox
sprouting crap.
I didn't come here to argue.
Good.
Disappear.
Parents For Peace? What does that
make us? Parents For War?
Must be great to sleep like that.
We kiss him every night and every
morning.
Come on.
I'll get you a drink.
You're always telling me to get in
touch with my feelings.
Well, here goes.
This inquest I can't do it.
Oh.
I want us to
go somewhere and do something.
The lakes, Blackpool - anywhere.
Our son gave his life -
Yeah, but it won't be our son.
It'll just be a statistic.
Not to me.
Or Tasha.
Not to Tom.
Do you want him giving evidence to
strangers while we're riding
the waltzers?
It's a chance for our voice to be
heard.
To pay for a solicitor to sit there
like a nodding dog, ticking boxes?
We'll feel better.
Some bloke listing every scratch,
every blast amputation.
It'll haunt you, love.
Howard.
I need it.
You're up early.
Uh couldn't sleep.
Today, it's not routine, is it?
Shut me out if you want
No, I don't want.
It's more than being upset over
Millie.
There have been rumours.
Guys saying Matt should have been
sent home.
By you?
By me.
But my job's about the bigger
picture.
My responsibility is to the Company.
And these rumours
They're bad for morale.
But today we'll kill them off.
I want to come with you.
No.
But thank you.
We'll see you on the 23rd.
Congratulations, Claire.
Your first
sale.
So it gives me great pleasure
to present you with the Midgley file.
We started it together but it's time
to fly solo.
Speech! Speech!
See you in there, Dad.
Blame the satnav.
Blame the copper who drove
the wrong way up a one-way street.
John Maloney.
Solicitor.
Representing the families in court.
All right, John?
Hello.
Hey.
Hi.
All right.
Come on.
Er John, do you mind if we have a
quick word?
No, of course.
Thanks.
I value honesty in a workplace.
Do you value honesty, Claire?
Mm, yeah.
Best policy.
Two coffees
four - sometimes five - teas a day,
five days a week.
Three weeks in the job.
Do you think it pays for itself?
Meet the Midgleys.
She's a classic
passive aggressive and he's
a mingebag.
Enjoy.
Claire?
What's the problem, Claire?
The problem is is that there's
death and destruction
going on out there,
people's futures are hanging in the
balance
and your pressing concern
is the price of a cup of tea.
I was only saying
The trial is over.
You failed.
What are they doing here?
Who?
The white poppy brigade.
The brass nerve of it.
It is a public gallery, Howard.
Just tell the truth, love.
That's all we want to hear.
Tell us, please, about the
disciplinary incident
mentioned in your statement.
Private Raveley discharged a round
of ammunition at base camp,
accidentally,
whilst cleaning his rifle.
The incident was marked on his
service record.
So he was disciplined
and no further action was taken?
It was a careless mistake.
He was a valuable member of the unit.
I knew that.
He knew that.
Tell us, please, about the incidents
leading up to his death.
We were approaching a compound when
we came under effective enemy fire.
We took cover inside.
There wasn't
time to clear it.
It looked deserted.
Private Raveley was returning fire
when a small boy appeared.
He couldn't have been more than two.
It's a recognised Taliban tactic
to use children.
As decoys? But Private Raveley
went to the boy anyway?
Major Bartham?
Private Raveley carried the boy
out of the line of fire,
got him safely back to his mother.
Let's see.
Are you really wet?
Shall we go and get you dry? Yeah?
Bubbles.
Bubbles.
Gracie, we have to be nice to Alfie
cos he hasn't got a daddy.
Come on.
The explosive shattered the left
side of Private Raveley's body
when he stepped on it.
I did what I could to stem the
external bleeding.
This was while under attack?
A sniper had the two of us pinned
down.
I couldn't move Private
I couldn't move Matt.
I kept
applying CPR.
I kept talking to him.
Was he conscious?
His breathing was very shallow.
His pulse was weak.
Getting weaker.
Did you expect him to recover?
From such extensive injuries?
Not a chance.
And yet you stayed with him under
sniper fire, for 50 minutes?
I wouldn't want to die alone.
You do the best you can.
Mr Maloney, any questions from the
family?
What can you tell us about Matt's
state of mind on this day?
Very little.
He was his usual self.
Had Matt Raveley been taught
about the use of children as decoys?
Yes.
Yet we're expected to believe
he walked into an obvious trap.
All I can think is that for a split
second he let the father in him
overtake the soldier.
Does the Major think it's
significant that Matt wasn't eating,
wasn't sleeping
and was anxious to the point of
paranoia?
Where's the evidence of that?
In the last letter he sent home
to his wife.
How could you do that?
The Coroner's requested
you take the stand.
No.
Or at least provide a copy of the
letter.
It's private.
It's nothing to do
with all this.
You don't have to give them anything.
Howard.
They're trying to pin the blame on
me.
No way.
For a bomb that killed
Matt.
You tell them that.
What's the point of paying
a solicitor if - You tell me.
What is the point of all this?
Sergeant Raveley, what can you
tell us about your brother's
final letter home?
I haven't seen it.
We'll disregard
your last question, Mr Maloney,
since the letter's not available
nor felt to be relevant.
Sergeant Raveley, was Matt the only
soldier to go to the little boy?
You're under fire, you're focused,
you've all got your jobs to do.
So
Did Matt's state of mind stop him
doing his job?
You've got to understand
it's intense out there
And boring.
You've got too much
time to think or none at all.
How would you describe Matt's
demeanour around this time?
I shall remind you that you're
under oath.
He wasn't sleeping.
He was getting worked up over
nothing.
Nothing?
Stuff.
Stuff that didn't matter.
That wasn't important.
He'd um
He'd called home earlier that week
and
no-one was in.
His mind was working overtime.
He thought his wife was in danger?
Sergeant Raveley? He thought
his wife was with other men.
He was wrong.
Are you happy now?
You've said he wasn't sleeping.
We've heard he was careless.
A one-off.
No damage was done.
But he was reprimanded.
Did this upset him?
That's the army.
Matt understood.
So, in your professional view,
was Private Raveley fit for combat?
Absolutely.
Yeah.
My brother was a good soldier.
A warrior.
It's a whitewash.
Your own son's private letter?
Where is your loyalty?
Where's the loyalty to us?
We've given our lives to the army -
we gave them our son
and this is how they repay us?
Closing ranks?
Tasha, it's over.
Where are you?
Ring me back when you get this.
You didn't tell me any of that stuff.
You didn't need to know.
Listen I've resigned.
I thought that having that job
would solve something
everything - but it hasn't.
Sensibly handled, Pete.
Well done.
Press need a statement.
If you don't mind, Colonel,
I'm signing off for the day.
Of course.
No problem.
Claire.
Today the coroner recorded a verdict
of unlawful killing
in the case of Private Matthew
Raveley,
a popular and committed father of
one
who died aged 23.
I wish to extend my deepest
sympathies to his family
and to publicly acknowledge his
bravery.
I wish also to commend the bravery
of Major Peter Bartham
who consoled and protected Matthew
in his dying moments
in the most hazardous of conditions.
Their actions are a credit to our
armed forces.
Thank you.
Mr Aga.
A comment for The Chronicle?
This is a tragic and unnecessary loss
of another local son
in a war which we can plainly never
win.
Howard! Dad! Leave it.
These cranks aren't the story.
An inquest should be a time for
reflection, sir.
For us, the family! Not parasites
like you.
We're here to support you.
You've shown no respect for either
of my lads.
How is that support?
Dad
I just think we've been really
naive.
We spent so much time
wondering whether we were compatible
that we forgot to work out if the
kids were.
I feel like I'm walking on
eggshells.
Sam feels like the lodger.
We'll sell the house.
We'll
We'll buy something together.
Please, Claire, don't do anything
hasty.
It's a bit late for that.
I know I've put you in an impossible
position.
I know you think I don't appreciate
you.
I want to be there for you, like
today,
but I can't if you won't talk to me.
I am a soldier.
There are things I can't talk to you
about.
Look, if we want to make this work,
we've got to give it everything.
We can't get to the phone
right now.
Please leave a message for Matt,
Tasha or Alfie after the tone.
Tasha, it's Howard.
Just phoning to see if you're all
right.
You know where we are.
Do you really think she's gonna
pick up the phone after today?
Oh, you're all desperate to move on!
This was our only chance!
To do what?
Crucify his widow?
And me.
Make me look like a bloody fool?
To remember.
We won't stop remembering.
We couldn't.
Put Matt's side of the argument.
And do what?
Bring down the British Army?
Don't be so stupid!
Or just destroy Tom's career?
Oh, for a couple of hard men,
you've got very weak stomachs.
She thinks I didn't protect him.
I've never said that.
People have been dying around us
for years.
That's war.
He's gone.
And it's so bloody ordinary it hurts.
You feel it in your gut.
The way he died, there had to be
more to it.
But
But, love, he was only special to us.
I'm going for a walk.
Shall I come?
Dad, leave it.
Lift.
We've got to get into your
crinkles.
My crinkles?
I thought I passed Anatomy.
Anyway, apart from you and a couple
of mates, no-one knows anything's
changed.
I'm not divorced, I'm not separated.
I'm just on hold.
That's up to you, isn't it?
I can't tell the children yet.
Why not?
Because it'll break their hearts.
And the questions.
And why should I
be the one that has to answer
them nobly?
I want to see him squirm.
Lift.
Dr Julie prescribes a night
on the town.
How does Friday sound?
It sounds not soon enough.
Done.
Thanks.
Oh.
See what I mean? He's everywhere.
Lou, if you're not sleeping with
him, you don't have to sleep
with his stuff.
Better?
Yeah.
I gave the army my most precious
possession
and what did they give me back?
Silence.
There should have been a scrambler
on Sophie's Land Rover.
By month three, I'd found out
it was in the warehouse
half a mile up the road.
Month 38, the MOD admits
to the Coroner there was a
communication breakdown.
Was anybody sacked?
There's no-one I'd want to bring
from school.
They wouldn't get it.
Really? Nobody? Besides,
I don't need to buy company.
Don't even think about it.
You'll be safe at the back.
Just don't talk to me,
don't nag me about earplugs and don't
ask me if I've made any friends.
This town's in thrall to the army.
Be fair, Maria.
What else is there?
You see it in the shops and the
pubs.
Grovelling and scraping for the
green pound.
We're all meant to
feel grateful.
And the schools.
St Bride's is oversubscribed.
First day of term, brats from
St Mark's Estate waltz in through
the gates.
It's not fair, is it?
Paula.
Paula!
My husband's done his 22.
My eldest son's about to fly back
to Afghan.
I am not a victim.
I'm proud of my
son.
Me, too.
Corporal Haroon Aga,
It's been three years but it feels
like yesterday.
We're not extremists.
We're just
grieving families like you.
Here's my card.
Mobile.
Email.
Call me any time.
It's never switched off.
The night-times are the worst.
Ooh.
That's more like it.
That is rubbish.
Oh!
I'm sorry, love.
It's all right, Mum.
No, it's not.
It's not all right.
Come on.
Get off the oche.
Hello.
You were right.
The night-times are the worst.
Paula, is that you?
It's good you rang.
Oh, I haven't got my chequebook.
Oh, do me a favour, H.
There's nothing sinister.
I'll have it next time.
Three months this account's been
outstanding and I wouldn't
press you sooner.
I do my bit for Help For Heroes,
but fair's fair.
I'm not running
a charity here.
Monday.
You'll have your money on
Monday.
Thanks.
Hi.
Did you get my messages?
Full English?
Yeah, go on, then.
Yeah.
Three Full English breakfasts and
three teas.
Manners.
Please.
What happened to your eye? I'll have
scrambled egg with mine, please.
Jack went down the hill.
I wasn't sure you'd let me in.
You slam the door in someone's face,
he'll only come in round the back.
Where did you read that?
The Little Book Of Calm?
Tell your uncle he's a smartarse,
Alfie.
I'm sorry.
About It isn't you
should be apologising, is it?
My dad had a right go at her.
Let me guess.
Water off a duck's back.
No.
No, she's just desperate.
She needs someone to blame.
Taliban not good enough for her?
Sometimes I think she blames me.
Tash
I stood up for Matt and you.
You didn't get to hear the good
stuff.
What matters to me is what I tell
Alfie.
His daddy died to save a little boy
like him.
Who cares what went before?
How did that lazy, useless big-head
ever find a girl like you?
Wait.
Don't be like this.
Just give me a minute.
I'll be with
you.
See you in a bit.
Did my dad do that?
I just slipped.
He was screaming '***.
'
He wanted to call the police.
I told him straight I'll deny it.
It's not like he can prove it.
He backed down in the end.
Am I supposed to be grateful?
He knows now.
I've told them we love each other.
I was 'amazing' before you knew my
age.
Why does it matter now?
Cos you've ruined everything.
I can't even fart without
your dad finding out.
My life in the army's finished.
You'll swan off to uni
and bounce round the world
and I'll just be some funny story
to your mates, won't I?
Yeah.
Rob!
You've made me feel like a perv.
I can't stay long.
If someone sees me, I'll be shot.
Drinking with the enemy.
Howard hates this place.
How about
that one, if you don't like
matchy-matchy?
Last day of R and R.
We should be in bed.
Know what I think?
What?
I think we should get married in
flip-flops.
Except, Mummy wouldn't like it,
would she?
Or Stuart Spalding.
You hippie.
Tory boy!
Come on.
The sooner you choose,
the sooner we can be back in bed.
All right, I'll have that one just
there.
We won't agree on this but,
since you ask
Afghan's as lost now
as it will be in 2014.
In Harry's name, I saw withdraw.
Save what lives we can.
Accept he died for nothing?
Never.
It doesn't stop me missing him.
Howard keeps saying our place
is a home, not a shrine.
Have you kept much?
My wife has most of his things.
Are you not?
We split up.
I'm sorry.
She has the medals and the
photographs, the house and the
children - and the car.
And what did you get?
Memories.
My youngest, Furgan, blames me,
'the great assimilator.
'
Says if I hadn't so much banged on
about respecting Queen and country,
Haroon would be alive today.
That's him on a good day.
Are they far?
Leicester.
The group keeps me busy.
We're like a family in a way.
Mari
No, go on.
Ask.
Maria's daughter died in 2005.
Her only daughter.
Is that all I've got to look forward
to?
Reliving it over and over again
like a stuck record?
Will I ever
find peace?
Next one's on me.
Thanks for listening.
Who listens to you?
Right, come on, you.
Bed.
Come on.
You don't mind your mother not
turning up?
I get it.
It's too much.
Goodbye, Dad.
Watch your back, son.
And your front.
I will.
I'll look after him.
Don't worry.
Um
Howard, do tell me if I'm speaking
out of turn,
but Paula should be wary of getting
too close to those campaigners,
Parents For Peace
or whatever they call themselves.
She wouldn't give that shower
time of day.
Well, if they do come knocking,
just watch the chat about Matt's
emotional state.
Uh, I don't get you.
Any suggestion he wasn't in his
right mind, had suicidal
thoughts, whatever
if that gets to the wrong ears,
it might impact on his insurance.
Oh, right.
Thanks.
OK.
Have you heard from your mum? You
know Chezza.
Never off the phone.
She rang to say they got back
safely.
There'd been a flood in the bar.
Oh, and Manuel had made off with the
takings while Glen were over here.
Apart from that, it's all love's
young dream.
Did she ask about the inquest?
No.
Lucky for Paula.
Is it just me
or is it quiet in here?
Oh, it's t'time of day.
Workers have been and gone
and the ladies who lunch
are putting their lippy on.
Shall I open this and see what it
says?
'World's Greatest Granddad.
'
World's best pressie.
Thank you.
There's something else.
I should wait for Paula, really,
but
Happy birthday, Granddad.
You're not
Mm.
Oh
Oh, hey.
You'll be putting off the customers.
When? How?
Matt's last R and R.
That is the best present ever.
You didn't tell me what Paula
got you.
Not another pinny, I hope.
You know Paula.
She's got a lot on her plate.
We'll do something tonight.
Paula? Hi.
Is everything all right?
I needed to see you.
Come in.
Every day, a little bit more
slips away.
You know?
I know.
He should be here!
Was Howard upset?
I don't know.
He's at work.
But you didn't go to see him?
I'm sorry.
I knew I shouldn't come.
Paula, we're friends.
You're always welcome.
But this is how it starts.
You either grow together or you
drift apart.
I should know.
Yeah.
Just here's great.
Thanks.
Thanks, Faisal.
For the food.
For everything.
I enjoyed it.
Me, too.
When you weren't crying.
Hm.
When I wasn't crying.
How come half of Leysham knew
before I did? Knew what? Howard.
You're knocking round with him!
What are you playing at, Paula?
Howard When I want your opinion,
I'll ask for it, pal.
Get inside.
Stop acting like an idiot.
I said, inside.
Howard, you've got the wrong end
'Howard?' Paula was upset
but it's you she wants to speak to.
It looks like it.
There is nothing going on.
Today is my birthday.
the first time she's ever forgotten.
Don't tell me there's nothing
going on.
Howard
Howard.
Oh-oh.
Shark alert.
If he asks you to feel his muscles,
run.
You've not met my mother, have you?
Oi!
I'll be back in a tick.
All right.
My round.
***.
***.
What about your friend?
Oh, no, not my type.
She had Botox - on the brain!
Mate.
My God.
Are you giving him the eye?
Yeah, well maybe it's time
to get back on the horse.
Well, you could do a lot worse,
girl.
Pete Bartham warned me
and I told him he'd got it wrong.
When were you talking to him.
He said they'll manipulate you.
No-one's manipulating me.
Keep your
trap shut about Matt being fragile,
if you want the insurance to pay out
to Tasha.
That's blackmail.
And you just took it? This is not
your money you're playing with.
How often have you seen him?
How many times
How often?!
We've talked on the phone a few
times.
We've met for coffee.
And tonight?
I called round.
To his house?
He was making tea.
I stayed for something to eat.
You've had dinner at his house.
Oh, am I not allowed to be alone
with a man?
And you call them fundamentalists.
Put them away.
You don't even smoke.
I'm starting again as of now.
I don't need your permission.
Paula, what's going on here?
I keep trying to tell you - nothing!
Don't insult my intelligence.
I'm not talking about sex.
I'm talking about loyalty.
Bearing your soul.
Telling him your
secrets when you should share
them with me.
Funny enough, that's what he said.
But he doesn't know you.
Since when did you ever share your
feelings?
We are all hurting.
It's not a question of who shouts
loudest.
Christ! Do you think I didn't love
that boy?
Well, fighting won't bring him back!
You've just accepted it!
No! I'm working my way round it.
Because I've had practice.
Your first affair with Duncan
Phillips.
You knew I knew.
Duncan was years ago.
More.
Matt was eight.
He saw you together.
That took some explaining.
It was nothing.
A couple of months.
He was there and I was lonely.
You didn't say.
Why?
Why, Howard?
I didn't want to lose you.
And here I am, losing you.
We're all losing you! You're so
obsessed with your dead son,
what about the one who's alive?
You can hardly have a conversation
with him
because he survived and Matt didn't.
Tasha nearly left for Spain.
I wouldn't have blamed her
if she had.
You don't even know
you're gonna be a grandmother again!
S What? Tom?
Tasha.
She's having Matt's baby.
I waited up.
How was it?
Well, if I could shift
the ringing in my ears,
I would tell you.
Cool.
Sam bumped into some friends
from his old school.
Josh offered him a sleepover, so
Cool.
My mum never took me to any concerts.
Ballet.
Point-to-points.
Never any gigs.
I'm so rock and roll
Taxi's paid for.
This is for you.
Night, Chloe.
Night, Louise.
Chloe.
Chloe Potter.
Her dad's in Joe's unit, right?
Brownie points on that one, Lou.
That's way craftier than a picture
on Facebook.
Chloe will tell her mum, who'll tell
her dad, who's bound to tell Joe
that you had company.
Eh?
Go on, be honest.
You brought me back here for a
reason.
Too right, I did.
I'm not your revenge ***.
So cynical.
Besides, Chloe's gone, so
might as well get hung for a sheep
as a lamb.
Or don't get hung at all.
Are you seriously gonna get me all
revved up and then just leave?
Tempting as it is.
So Matt never knew? Tasha never
knew.
Not until after the funeral.
Might be a girl.
I'm sorry.
It's not enough.
I love you to bits but I'm not taking
the crumbs off the table.
I've hurt you - today especially
Come on.
We've both hurt each other over the
years.
But we had the army
and the kids and a business.
What is keeping us together now?
Is it memories? Is it habit?
Because it's not enough.
No.
Come on, be honest.
You're scaring me.
We've got to decide, kid.
Are we in this marriage for keeps?
Don't say that.
Not after all we've been through.
People change.
Maybe it's time to let go.
Could you do that?
I don't want to.
But if all we do is cause
each other pain Don't, please.
Howard
if I didn't have you
You'd have Tom.
You'd have Tasha and the kids.
The world wouldn't stop turning.
Without you, it would.
Howard
You're having us kicked out of your
house.
If we go to the wall,
what'll he get instead?
Another kebab shop?
Is that what my son died for?
Give me that phone, you pervert!
You don't trust him?
I don't really know him.
Any history of violence?
He's a soldier!
It's Joe.
He's taken the kids!