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You don't scare me, you know. And you didn't the other night, either.
I might not have told my dad but that doesn't mean I'm some sort of pushover.
I'm not thinking about you at all. Not anymore.
As far as I'm concerned, you got what was coming to you.
You can't do this
Watch me
I don't get it. You said you didn't see your mugger. Right? That's what you said.
I can work it out, though. Can't I Syed?
What?
You did it, didn't you? You mugged me.
You're crazy.
You still can't know for sure.
Well, you saw him. Syed couldn't get out of here quick enough.
That doesn't prove anything.
Anyway, there's things about him you don't know.
What things?
Things that put Syed well and truly in the frame, believe me.
That's still not proof though, is it?
Yeah, well, what do you think I'm doing here? First I get the proof,
then I go straight down to the police station.
What?
I just wanted a quiet word with her, that's all.
Quiet?!
Well, okay, maybe not that quiet, but I was upset!
I told you, I'd read her the riot act. How'd you think Lucy feels? She'd been mugged.
Then you come up behind her, in the dark, bundle her into her house...
I just wanted to spell out a few things to her.
No, you wanted to terrify her.
Well, I had to do something. She twists you around her little finger. She always has, always will do.
Yeah well, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
I can't live like we've been living these past few weeks.
You've handed her a loaded gun, Sy. Surely you can see that?
Because I didn't want her blabbing our private business up and down the square?
Well, it's going to go a lot further than up and down the square now, isn't it?
She's going to the police. She's going to say it was you that mugged her.
Well, that's ridiculous.
And she's going to say exactly why she's put you in the frame.
So it's all going to come out anyway.
Well, I've had enough of this, I'm going to the police.
That is a bad idea.
It's like you're trying to protect him or something. Jay?
No one needs to protect anyone.
This should sort everything out.
What are these?
E- mails I sent from the unit the day you were mugged.
What time did you say you were attacked?
Like, two-thirty?
This one's two-twenty eight. This one's two-thirty exactly. Next one is two-thirty one.
Oh.
I'm sorry for what I said to you. And I can understand why you may have thought...
And no matter what else you think about me, I don't mug young girls.
Recorded delivery for a Miss Sleepy-head. Did you overdo it at the dance contest?
Please, some of us have got lives.
That one's from Ian, I recognise it by the spidery-scrawly notes he leaves at the unit.
You know the ones where he goes, 'Don't lick the spoons, think salmonella'?
Oh, just what I need, a rent demand.
Is that going to be a problem?
I can manage while Syd is around.
Well, at least there aren't any more bills. Not going to open it?
It'll wait. Ian Beal won't. If I don't find a new flatmate, I'll be out on the street.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Well, you've found me.
I thought this might be useful. You can put an ad in here and take your pick of flatmates.
Ian's decided he's going to find a new tenant himself.
In consultation with you, I hope.
Don't worry, if I don't like them, they won't last a day.
Right. And, um, the other thing?
Yes dear?
It'll be fine uncle jee. Um, orange juice, please.