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Scrutiny

[INT. MAGNUS INSTITUTE, SOMEWHERE]
[TAPE CLICKS ON.]
[There’s a clock ticking steadily in the background throughout.]

MARTIN: Uh,uh, right, so…? W,What happened?

[The voice of the person to whom he’s addressing this question is feminine, in the mid-tones. They clearly are a bit… apprehensive in coming to the Institute.]

STATEMENT GIVER: I don’t know, a - Look, I-I just need to, to talk to a manager, or something?

MARTIN: Okay, uh, well, uh, yeah, actually; I’m a - I’m a manager. Go on.

STATEMENT GIVER: Okay, well… (sigh) I’d like to - to talk to you about one of your staff.

MARTIN: (slowly) Go on…

STATEMENT GIVER: There’s, uh, there’s been… I’m being harassed.

MARTIN: O-kay, um. Just, uh, just let me grab a form. Uh… one second.

[He flips through some pages over the following:]

MARTIN (CONT’D): Oh, okay, okay, um… What - Would you mind telling me what happened? Uh, what they did?

STATEMENT GIVER: He.

[Martin sighs.]

MARTIN: Did he look like he hadn’t slept in about a week?

[Before he even finishes his sentence, the about-to-be statement giver mhms.]

STATEMENT GIVER: Yep, uh,

MARTIN: (overlapping) Right.

STATEMENT GIVER: He’s been… Yeah, I think he’s been, eh… following me? Kind of.

MARTIN: Yeah, I see. Well - he’s not here at the moment, so, I mean - (inhale) why don’t you tell me what happened?

STATEMENT GIVER: Look, (sigh) I dunno… I-It’s just kind of weird.

MARTIN: Well… (small laugh) Y’know, uh, weird is what we do.

[The statement giver laughs as well. It’s awkward, and more than a little out of nerves.]

STATEMENT GIVER: Okay…

MARTIN: Just - Just tell me what happened. Please. Um. I - I won’t judge.

STATEMENT GIVER: Alright. Uh - So, you - (she sighs) You’ve, uh - You’ve got to understand my job, okay? Uh, I work for Thames Water? Uh - mainly pipes and stuff - like, I - I mean, I’m a qualified engineer, but you know, most places it’s just manual stuff, like digging, and replacing pipe - Sometimes I’ve got to - You know, there are actual sewers involved. (faster) It’s not really [unintelligible] myself enough, you know? Yeah, but who does. We don’t all get to build Formula 1 engines. Anyway. Look, it’s fine. I actually get paid quite a bit more than the rest of the crew, because, you know, if there’s, if there’s something that goes wrong, or needs an engineer, here I am!

STATEMENT GIVER: Sorry. Um. The point is that I, I work underground. Did some work underground. (explosive sigh) Look, I know - I know this doesn’t have anything to do with - just - (shaky inhale) About five years ago, we were doin’ some work under Kentish Town. It was pretty nasty. Do you know what a fatberg is? No - uh - it - Don’t worry; Don’t look it up - Seriously, don’t. You know? It was just - It was a bad job. They had to spend a whole while down there l -, and now I don’t know if - there was something with us, and, and the work we were doing - Or maybe just the brickwork wasn’t right anymore; maybe it was rotten, or, or unstable, or - or the place - well, the place kinda collapsed on me.

STATEMENT GIVER: You know? It’s just - one moment I’m stood there, torch in hand, and the next I’ve got a shooting pain all up my arm, and I can feel god knows how much rubble on top of me, and it’s absolutely pitch dark, I mean -

STATEMENT GIVER: Yeah. (short, manic laugh) I don’t need to tell you it, look - I’ve - I’ve never been so scared; it was like - the world went away. Must have been a full five seconds I thought I was dead.

STATEMENT GIVER: Excuse me.

MARTIN: It’s alright. Just - take your time.

STATEMENT GIVER: Yeah. (shaky breath) Yeah.

STATEMENT GIVER: Well… I don’t know how long I was down there. Well - Well, I do. It was… three hours. They told me. After. But it felt like… God, it felt like it could have been weeks. I never had a, a great sense of time, and just… gone. Everything. Every bit of light or sound or anything, that changed, that said time was passing. There was nothing.

STATEMENT GIVER: Before that, I,I never really thought about time, you know? But now… yeah. But I was lying there, panicking, screaming, just trying to make any noise, any movement, that didn’t hurt like hell. And I - Okay. I felt something. No, I felt someone grab my ankle.

STATEMENT GIVER: At first it was great; I had this, this huge wave of relief, right? Someone had found me; they were getting me out.

STATEMENT GIVER: It wasn’t. It was cold, right? Like - like old stone? Or, or wet sand. It felt like - rough and, and, like the fingers weren’t - I don’t know, they felt like they weren’t in the right places? And then I started thinking, and - I realized something - the way, it was, it was grabbing me, holding my leg, there was - (big inhale, shudder) It had to have been coming upwards. From below me. And there was no one else down there when that tunnel collapsed. Absolutely no one. I’m sure.

STATEMENT GIVER: So then… I start screaming again. And kicking, thrashing about. It hurts, but - I mean, I’m scared out of my mind, but th-the hand, it just grips, tighter, and I can feel its f,fingernails, just - I,It - It started pulling. Just pulling down, dragging me down into the earth, and - yeah, it - The - I, I don’t know, just - this close to breaking, just absolutely shattering, and - and then a slab of stone came away in front of me, and there was daylight, and Abby - one, one of the work crew, was staring at me, and, and yeah.

STATEMENT GIVER: Just like that, it was - gone.

STATEMENT GIVER: But the bruise stuck around. Horrid, muddy bruises where the fingers had grabbed me.

STATEMENT GIVER: So. It-It took a long time to get over that. I mean - That’s not weird, right? I mean, it was a bad time, you know - it stays with you. I signed off, what, probably about six months, with the injuries? I had really bad, uh, nightmares. Claustrophobia, I mean, obviously, right? But, uh, but I did my physio, you know, talked wi - with the counselor they gave me. Look, I did everything I was supposed to, and, and yeah, I - I guess I was fine. You know, once the bruises were gone - well, I mean, it’s easy to blame memory, right? (she laughs, nervously) You know, hallucination, all the - classic shite you tell yourself. Look, life went back to normal, I - I was fine. Until - about two weeks ago.

MARTIN: And that was when you met J - Wh - uh, one of our employees.

STATEMENT GIVER: That’s when he showed up. Uh - You know the coffeeshop, uh, just next to [Pinnacle]? Uh, th-the nice one. Well, I actually had - had a date there, you know, cute guy I met online, too sporty, which, [joke] I like, look, it - it doesn’t matter; Anyway - I get a latte, and, and sit down, waiting for, uh - Grant? I want to say Grant. Or- Ga-Gareth? Gary? Anyways, look, he’s running late, and, and I’m just reading, and there is this… creep in the corner- your guy. He just… keeps staring at me, like- oh, properly staring, like it is super intense. And, and real… weird?

STATEMENT GIVER: Like he knows me, but I sure as hell do not know him. I - I try to ignore him, look, I just - I just read my book. And everytime I look up - there he is. Watchin’ me. You know, I’m about to say something, you know, like wh - (she splutters) When in comes Gary - Gareth - Gavin - and suddenly, hey! It’s a date. And I really didn’t want his first impression of me to be, you know, me yelling at some creeper in the corner, so I just… swapped chairs, so that I’ve got my back to your… colleague, and get on with it.

STATEMENT GIVER: It didn’t really matter, you know, in the end; Gareth was, uh, was a bust, you know; not like - you know. I mean. He - he was fine, I guess, but it’s just nothing really there between us, you know - just a nice boring coffee with a kind old man. Took about an hour, and he clearly wasn’t feeling it either, so we, you know, we just called it. I mean, I think we actually shook hands, when he left, which, I mean, tells you something, right?

STATEMENT GIVER: So, look, I’m packing up, all done, and, and I just - I just sort of turn, you know? Just to check if he’s still there - and he is standing right behind me. Like, like a few inches from my face? Look, it’s messed up! And I start to ask him, you know, what the hell, man, you know, like -? But he just starts talking. Slowly. But real intense. He says he works here, at the - the Magnus Institution, and I say what even is that, and he says he wants my story.

STATEMENT GIVER: He says he needs to hear what happened to me, and I - I want to tell him to, to go away; I, I wanted to, to kick him and run. But - I - (sigh) I sit down. And I start to tell him - everything. About the job, about the collapse, a-about the hand - And more than I told you, even, and as I do, it - it’s like I’m there again. Like I can feel it grab my ankle, I, a,a cold, dead hand, and I just can’t stop talking, like I cannot shut up.

MARTIN: A-a. Are you alright?

STATEMENT GIVER: No! No, I’m not! Of course I’m not - It felt like - Like I was throwing up all those feelings again, and I wanted to, to scream, but instead I just sat and calmly told him my life story, and he just watched me. His eyes, like - His eyes were li-like drinking in every fragment of my misery. I can’t - It - (pause) And then it was over. And he looked - He looked at me like he’d just eaten, like, a perfectly cooked steak. You know what he said, he said “Thank you.” Thank you, just like that, like - like reliving the worst parts of my whole life were just a bit of a favor that I’d done him.

STATEMENT GIVER: And then he left, and, and I-I just sat there, and cried for a while. (sniff) That wasn’t the end.

MARTIN: He - You’ve seen him since?

STATEMENT GIVER: (shaky) No. Not - But kinda. I feel like I do. I’ve been - dreaming of that tunnel again. Nightmares. Oh, god - awful nightmares. Nightmares, where the, where the hand keeps pulling, and I go deeper and deeper and, and deeper into - (shaky inhale) It takes me places I do not want to go. And he’s there the whole time, just… watching me. Watching me scream and thrash and - (inhales again) He’s all eyes. He’s all eyes. (inhale, less shaky) Look. I know that’s not - (half-hearted laugh) That is my brain. I’m not blaming him for, for being in my dreams. You know, I guess I can’t.

[She sniffs again.]

STATEMENT GIVER: That’s absurd, right? It’s no - But I feel like I’m seeing him when I’m awake, as well? I’ve been- I’ve been having a lot of problems, since he talked to me - well, since I talked to him. (she swallows) Since I told my story. Th-The claustrophobia? It’s back, you know, worse than it ever was, and I can’t do my job. I have these, these screaming panic attacks every time I try, and - and what am I supposed to do? It feels like every time I’m even slightly underground, I -

STATEMENT GIVER: Can’t even go into a shop basement anymore without feeling that - hand. Every time I do, every time I get that - panic just rising up my throat, I see him.

[Something drips in the background.]

STATEMENT GIVER (CONT’D): He’s there. Not when I look properly. But just at the edge. The corner of my eye. And he’s got - well, maybe, maybe it’s just me; maybe I just - I met him once, in a coffeeshop, and he was a creep, and it messed me up. But that’s enough. Right? That is enough. So, (exhale) So I want to put in a complaint, like, like a proper complaint. Look, I don’t want to go to the police. I mean, I doubt they would - They wouldn’t even, you know, let me get this far, now would they, but- (sniff) Sorry. So, thanks, I guess.

MARTIN: Okay, um. Alright, well - (he clicks a pen, sighs)

MARTIN: Firstly, I’m re - I’m really sorry that this happened. Um, in - in terms of next steps -

STATEMENT GIVER: (overlapping) Just - I just - I don’t know- Y-You know, talk to him, I guess? Just tell him, like, like I mean that - it’s not okay. You know, right - I’m not - I don’t know what he did, but you know, he can’t just go around and well, you know, just keep doing -

MARTIN: (cutting her off, gently) Right. I - I understand.

STATEMENT GIVER: Good! (short pause) Well - Y - I just, I don’t want to see him again. Ever.

[Some rustling and footsteps.]

MARTIN: Wait, h-hold on, no, I just need to -

STATEMENT GIVER: (overlapping) No! That’s it - That’s - my - complaint! You know? I, I - I can’t. This place - I - I can’t be here. I have to -

[They open the door.]

STATEMENT GIVER: Bye!

MARTIN: Uh - No - Uh, but you didn’t give me your -

[The door slams. They’re gone.]
[Silence.]

MARTIN: …name.

[He sighs heavily, messes with the form.]

MARTIN: What the hell do I do with that? I mean, christ, Jon, that’s - that’s not okay! Oh, that ca - that can’t - (he cuts himself off) I mean, it’s not him, is it. Not - not really. It’s - what, addiction, instinct, maybe m-mind control, something like that? I - can’t believe he’d choose to do something like that. No, no, I - I can’t think like that, though, I, I can’t let myself, because if, if he’s already gone, then all of this is just - (cuts off again, heavy, weary sigh)

MARTIN: Th-The worst part of it is I don’t even want to talk to him about it. I just - I suppose I’m just getting comfortable with the distance. Cut off. (short, humorless laugh) Lonely. (inhale) Mind you, Peter’s not wrong. It really is easier than actually just trying to communicate with people. I should probably try and get him this tape, let him know what happened, that someone came in to - (sigh)

MARTIN: But then, would that just come across as an accusation? Because I don’t want to - and then, then I guess he’d hear this bit as well, so - I - it - I -

MARTIN: What do I do?

[The clock ticks on. For a few moments there is silence, and then there is a soft knock at the door.]
[Martin inhales.]

MARTIN: Go away.

[The knocking continues, a little more insistent. Martin sighs.]

MARTIN: (to whoever’s outside) Come in!

[The door opens and Daisy enters.]

DAISY: (soft) Hey.

MARTIN: (confused) Hi?

DAISY: Do you mind?

MARTIN: Can - Can I help you…?

DAISY: I - I saw someone come out, so I - I thought that, you know.

MARTIN: Do - Do you want something?

DAISY: Ju-Just ignore me. Continue with - whatever.

[Short pause.]

MARTIN: …Are you alright?

DAISY: Yeah. Just, uh, a bit empty around here, you know?

MARTIN: Not really.

DAISY: Melanie’s out, and - (sigh) Jon and Basira are still off. Bit worried. But they can take care of themselves, you know?

MARTIN: (tight) Again, not really. (short laugh) No one really talks to me anymore.

DAISY: ‘Cause they reckon you’re working for the bad guy?

MARTIN: Pretty much. Don’t you?

DAISY: Oh, I mean, you’re definitely working for something evil, but - so are we.

MARTIN: (inhale) Yeah. Seems there’s plenty to go around, these days. (pause) It doesn’t bother you?

DAISY: Didn’t use to.

MARTIN: And now?

DAISY: Bothers me less than trying to go alone. At least - now it’s on my terms, better than being blackmailed into it.

MARTIN: (another humorless laugh) Yeah, I guess. (brief pause) They told you about Elias, right?

DAISY: Yeah. Basira said. Don’t like him being alive. Trying not to think about it too much. Don’t want to get too angry, start to - hear the blood.

MARTIN: …Sure.

DAISY: Can’t hear his lies from prison, though, so - that’s something.

MARTIN: I thought you believed him. You were doing all of his dirty work.

DAISY: Well, wasn’t willing to call his bluff. Not the same thing as believing. Just too big of a risk.

MARTIN: Not for Melanie.

DAISY: Well, maybe she was the only one with any sense. Even if he was telling the truth, (sigh) If we all… died… there are worse things.

[Pause.]

MARTIN: How was it?

DAISY: Don’t wanna talk about it.

MARTIN: I listened to your old statement. Wasn’t your partner down there?

DAISY: Yeah. Didn’t find him.

MARTIN: You don’t want to go get him?

DAISY: (heh) I’m not going back.

MARTIN: (vaguely smug) Hm, I’d have thought you’d have at least tried, or -

DAISY: (overlapping) I said. I don’t want to talk about it.

MARTIN: I know. Not nice being interrogated, is it?

DAISY: (inhale) I - Oh.

MARTIN: Yeah.

[Pause.]

DAISY: I’m sorry, Martin.

MARTIN: It’s alright. Wasn’t you. (he inhales) Not really.

DAISY: No, it was. I hate a lot of what I did back then; doesn’t mean I’m not responsible for it, doesn’t mean it wasn’t me.

MARTIN: (exhales) Anyway. So what’s this field trip they’re on?

DAISY: They, uh… they didn’t tell you?

MARTIN: (ha) No, I - What. Daisy, where have they gone?

DAISY: You know that town in Norway?

MARTIN: What? I - Wai - What? You don’t mean Ny-__Ålesund__?!

DAISY: Yyyyeah. They reckon there’s a ritual they need to, you know -

[Martin sighs in the background as she speaks.]

MARTIN: Yeah, but - Peter didn’t even tell me -

[He starts opening and shuffling through drawers.]

MARTIN (CONT’D): I don’t believe this!

DAISY: Sorry. Shouldn’t have said anything.

MARTIN: No, no, it’s - thank you; I just - For god’s sake, can he not stay safe for like, like ten minutes?

DAISY: I don’t think that’s an option for him anymore.

MARTIN: Yeah, I mean, sure - (slams a drawer shut) - But he just - He just doesn’t think. He always just immediately charges straight off into danger with whatever - whatever half-assed plan occurs to him at the time; I don’t get it!

DAISY: What’s to get?

MARTIN: What?

DAISY: I-I mean, it’s pretty standard stuff.

MARTIN: What?

DAISY: (coughs lightly) You used to see it all the time, back in the force, especially with the Sectioned. Not like there’s normal trauma, you know? But it’s pretty common. The most important thing becomes control, engaging on your own terms. Even when it’s stupid or dangerous. Anything to not feel helpless.

MARTIN: Oh, god.

DAISY: And of course, for Jon, there’s survivor’s guilt in there, too. He thinks he’s not human. Makes him very… self-destructive.

MARTIN: Yeah, well. We’ve all had trauma.

DAISY: And everyone’s changed.

MARTIN: Yeah. (long inhale, exhales as he speaks) I suppose. You’re - You’re pretty observant, you know.

DAISY: Detective, remember?

MARTIN: Yeah, you did mention. Would have thought Basira would’ve had more sense, though.

DAISY: When Basira and I were partners, I’d see this happen sometimes. She can read a situation like no one I know, always seems to know the right move, but for all her research, she never wants to put a plan together. I think she just hates all the… unknowns, the… variables. (sigh) Contingencies. If she spots an advantage, she’ll grab it, and trust herself to figure out the details as she goes.

MARTIN: (heh) Hm.

DAISY: It’s worked so far.

MARTIN: I mean. (soft exhale) I guess. Still sounds really dangerous.

DAISY: Ye-ah… Wanted to go with them, protect them, but… (soft shaky breath) Life’s always more complicated than that, isn’t it?

MARTIN: Not really.

DAISY: (inhale) You recording, or?…

MARTIN: Hm? Uh - Oh - No, No there was - hang on -

[TAPE CLICKS OFF.]