The Secrets She Keeps (2020) s02e01 Episode Script

-REPORTER 1: Here they are.
-REPORTER 2:
Yep, here they are here.
-Got a statement, Detective?
Detective, is it true?
Detective.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-MEGHAN: We've asked, "Why us?"
But we don't know
the answer to that.
What I do know is that I hate
what's happened to our lives.
I hate how she stole our child.
Stole our trust.
Stole our security.
I do know that I hate Agatha
Fyfle.
Two years ago, her actions
broke my family.
My daughter feels unsafe,
my oldest son has fits
of uncontrollable anger
and my youngest, Ben,
stolen by her at birth, his
trauma reveals itself everyday.
Jack, my husband,
lives with unbearable guilt
and self-recrimination.
Jack?
We should be going.
-Ready.
-"None of this pain can be
erased,
"but it can be
alleviated by justice."
-Finished?
-I don't think I can read
this out in court.
It's too angry.
-This is your chance to be
angry.
You can say whatever you want.
-But she's going
to be sentenced, today.
What's the point of exposing
ourselves more
when it's already over?
And that's
the only thing I care about.
I just want this
behind us, forever
And where is Grace?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Ding-dong.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-I am so sorry.
I could not get out
of the house, this morning.
-Oh, you're good.
Your house or someone else's?
Forget one of your earrings?
-Aunty Grace.
-Oh, hi.
-I've left a note on the table
about Ben's food,
and please
don't take them out, today.
-OK. Alright.
-I got this, I got this.
You guys, go.
-Alright, let's go.
-LUCY: Give it back.
-OK.
-How are you doing?
-Argh. Give it.
-GRACE: Oh.
Benny, I know. I'm sorry.
Come on.
-I should go back.
-No, he'll settle
in a bit, OK?
We gotta go.
-GRACE: Come on.
(CAR HONKING)
-She's here.
-REPORTER 2: On her, on her.
Come on.
-Agatha, over here.
Agatha.
-REPORTER: Agatha.
-Move.
-Pick up the pace.
-JAKE: The sentencing
of Agatha Fyfle
for the kidnapping of
well-known TV sports identity,
Jack Shaughnessy's baby,
and the manslaughter of two
other infants, has drawn a
crowd.
Two years ago, the nation was
transfixed by the manhunt for
Fyfle,
after she kidnapped Baby Ben.
The court is expected to hear
the victim impact statements,
today.
Calling for the severest
penalty for those crimes.
-Meghan.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Charlotte, how does it feel
to be Agatha Fyfle's mother?
What are your hopes for today?
-We all hope that mercy
prevails
and that Agatha
is not unduly punished.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Do you want to say something?
-Good to see you two
still together.
Anything you want to say?
-ZOE: Your Honour,
my client pleaded guilty
to the manslaughter of two
infants,
Emily Symons
and Elizabeth Cholodenko,
and to one count of kidnapping
in the case of Ben Shaughnessy.
Agatha pleaded guilty
to prove to the court
that, despite the heinous abuse
she suffered at the hands
of Church elders,
despite her tragic loss
of two children,
one stolen from her at birth
at the tender age of 16,
another stillborn
after years of heartache,
she is capable of remorse
and more than willing to take
responsibility for her crimes.
Your Honour, this is a woman
who mercy abandoned
at a very young age,
and now, while incarcerated,
her notoriety inspires
regular targeted abuse
at the hands of the hardened
criminals she is housed with.
Agatha Fyfle does not deserve
to be further brutalised
or marginalised in maximum
security protection.
I, therefore, petition, Your
Honour,
to consider a fair sentence
in minimum security
where she has
the opportunity to rehabilitate
and show her the mercy that has
eluded her in life, until now.
-Your Honour,
minimum security
is patently inadequate,
in this case.
Agatha Fyfle is a manipulative
felon and a high-risk inmate.
-We've heard
the Crown's petition.
Please sit down.
Is there anything you would
like to say before sentencing
begins?
-Yes, Your Honour.
-Even though
I never set out to hurt anyone,
I've come to understand
how wrong my actions were.
-Meghan Shaughnessy
was a friend, to me,
and I betrayed that friendship
in a way that is unforgivable.
I can't take back
anything I did.
All I can do is accept
punishment
in the hope it will bring peace
to all those I hurt.
-What?
-I have nothing but regret
in my heart
for all the pain
I have caused.
-What heart?
-JUDGE: Given the difficulty
of housing this prisoner
in maximum security,
I require a psychiatric report
to determine the prisoner's
fitness for a minimum security
facility.
As emotions are running high,
today,
I will postpone
victim impact statements
until the court resumes
in nine weeks for sentencing.
-Nine.
-KAREN: Nine weeks?
-COURT OFFICER: All stand.
-Excuse me.
Excuse me.
It's Karen, isn't it?
-Yeah.
-Baby Emily's mother?
I'd like to help you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-You back, Fyfle?
-For nine more weeks.
-Welcome home, then.
-Lock up your babies, ladies.
-You in forever, Fyfle?
-Oi, claws away.
Move on.
-KEELY: Watch your back,
baby killer.
-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.
-Watch your back, baby killer.
-Stay in your cell.
The girls are all stirred up.
I'll check in tonight.
-Thanks, Mr Jones.
-PRISONER: Rot in hell, Fyfle.
-Fyfle, you bitch.
-PRISONER 3: We're gonna
fuck you up, bitch.
-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-PRISONER 4: Come on, baby.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-PRISONER 5: Hey, baby killer.
-KAREN: We'd been trying for
years, and Emily was our only
child.
-LORELEI: Can I ask why you
spat at the van?
-KAREN: Because I wanted
her to know,
I want everyone to remember,
how we feel.
All the papers just talk
about Baby Ben
and the kidnapping, but we
didn't get our baby back.
We completely lost her.
We completely lost her.
Even today, she got to speak in
court while we were silenced.
-LORELEI: She pleaded guilty.
-KAREN: Agatha's only
pleading guilty
so she'll get off lightly,
and you know what?
Rotting in jail for life
is too good for that monster.
(TAPE REWINDING)
-KAREN: ..life is too good
for that monster.
-MEGHAN: Can you please go
relax? It's under control.
-We're hungry.
-I know, I know.
Daddy's going to be home
from work soon.
We're waiting for him.
Can you please go wash up?
-Grr.
-Lachie.
-Lucy.
-What about your work?
-I've got my hands full.
-I don't mind.
Plus, I don't want to
put myself out there, anymore.
People recognise me
and they want to talk about it.
-Well, I regret letting
my career go.
-Ben needs me more than we need
the money right now, so
Please, go. Sit.
-OK.
Oh, Rufus, bro. Cutlery goes
from the outside, in.
-Literally, the least important
piece of information
I've ever received.
-JEN: Is Mother's Day hard
for you, Simon?
-SIMON: I'm OK.
-I'm sure there'd be plenty
of women lining up
to spend Mother's Day with you,
if they could see how good
you are with that baby.
-Hey Ben?
How about we give Uncle Simon
a bit of a break?
-No, he's alright.
He's just chilling, hey?
Waiting for Dad.
Do you mind if, um,
I put the TV on?
I just don't want to miss it
going to air.
-When a young player
with so much promise
dies of a cocaine-related
heart attack on the field,
you have to
-Yo. Family.
-ALL: Hey.
-JACK: What have I missed?
-Happy Mother's Day.
-Oh.
-These are for you.
-Oh my goodness.
Thank you.
Oh.
-Happy Mother's Day.
Sorry I was late.
I was at the studio.
These are for you.
-Wow. Thank you.
-Let's go say hello
to your ugly old man.
- Where's my little munchkin?
-Yo.
-Oh!
-How're you doing, buddy?
-Alright. Lunch.
-Lunch.
-Lunch is on.
-Lunch, yes, please.
-Hey, guys, how're you doing?
-Happy Mother's Day.
-No clue how you
fold those things.
-I need something.
This.
-Pills?
-Vitamins.
-What's this writing?
-It's the name of the movie
I was telling you about.
Thanks, Rocco.
I mean, Mr Osman.
-Heard you got a visitor,
today.
-OFFICER: Back to your cell,
Pope. She's a no-show.
-Don't fucken touch me.
-It's time, Pope.
-I don't fucking care.
-Move.
Move.
-Hello, Agatha.
I'm so glad you put
my name down on your list.
-My solicitor said
it would look good
to show I'm reconciling
with my mother.
-So, how're they treating
you in here?
-I'm not the most popular
prisoner.
-Do you get many visitors?
-Only lawyers.
And shrinks.
To be honest, I thought
the trial would be over
and I'd thank you for paying
my legal fees,
but now there'll be more, so
-Mother's Day.
Without my children.
-Am I meant to apologise
for that?
-No.
I've tried to tell you,
I regret how we made you feel
it was your fault.
Elijah
-Don't ask me to forgive you.
-I've forgiven you.
-What for?
For being blamed?
-Being abused?
Having my baby taken away?
What exactly have I done that
you need to forgive me for?
-Do you know how people
look at me in the streets?
Your name is everywhere.
No one visits me, either.
-Don't worry.
After this, you won't have to
do me any more favours.
Asking you, at all, made me
sick.
-Oh. Oh, wow.
Oh, thank you Marky-moo.
Oh, I love, love, love.
-What did I get you?
-New cans.
Just what I needed. -MARCUS:
No, it's what we needed,
so we don't have to listen
to your music.
-Happy Mother's Day.
-Oh, darling. Oh.
-Flowers.
That's original.
-At least I bought them myself,
you little shit.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
-Marcus, I think Dad, probably,
needs help with the meat.
-Uh-huh. Come on.
-Ah, sorry, I've gotta go.
It's about my podcast.
I've got the address.
I'm going to take these,
but I'll get you
a proper present, instead.
-Oh no, darling,
I love those.
That's
-I love you.
-That's more than enough.
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-Hey, we're having a family
lunch. -I've gotta go.
-Want another cup of tea, Mum?
-Can I drive home?
-Yep.
-Darling, it's been a long day.
We really should pack up and
go.
I love my presents.
Here, give us a kiss.
-Where's Ben?
-Here, give me a hug.
-Luce, where's Ben?
-LUCY: I don't know.
-JEN: Hey.
-Ben?
Is that a joint?
-I'm sorry.
-Jesus, grow up, you two.
-SIMON: Sorry.
-Mum's going.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Hi.
-Hello.
My name's Lorelei Kelly.
I was wondering if we could
talk?
These are for you.
-Sorry, you're
-I'm Lorelei.
I'm a journalist and I'm hoping
to speak to you and your
husband
about Agatha Fyfle
-No, sorry, that's
inappropriate.
-I'm doing a podcast for my
-You need to leave.
-SIMON: Are you OK?
Who was that?
-It was a journalist.
Oh, she's from the trial.
-SIMON: Are you kidding me?
Who sends a door-knocker
on Mother's Day?
-MEGHAN: Parasites.
-Meghan.
This explains everything.
Directions to Katoomba.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
-CHARLOTTE: Such a sweet
gesture.
I haven't had to get a vase
out in a while.
-Yeah,
since it's Mother's Day
I thought it was
only right to bring flowers.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-I watched you
in the court room.
I felt for you.
-I saw you there, too.
That jacket.
What kind of story are you
going to tell about Agatha?
-One that'll change everything.
-SIMON: You left an earring
the other day.
I found it on the carpet.
-Great.
Jack noticed.
-SIMON: Did you tell Jack
where you left it?
-GRACE: No, I did not tell Jack
where I left it.
-Oh.
You ashamed of me?
I'm just, I'm joking.
I'm joking. I shouldn't have
brought it up. Grace.
Grace.
-We have to stop doing this.
I know I keep saying that
and then doing
all the drunk dialling.
-I love it.
-Not telling anyone is
different from being at a
family thing
and pretending like
It's lying,
and it's crossing a line.
-So do we tell them?
-God, no.
I don't mean
-I've got no ties to Meghan,
and you don't have to spend
your life tiptoeing around your
sister.
-Look me in the eyes and tell
me you're not terrified of her.
-So what then?
-This was the last time.
-Sure.
-Shake on it.
-NURSE KIANA: Hey Lil, how are
you?
-Shit.
-Oh, surprising.
George.
Good.
Good.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-OFFICER: Lights out, ladies.
Lights out.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-They asleep?
-MEGHAN: Did you notice, today,
that Ben doesn't look at
anyone?
-There were a lot
of distractions, OK?
Did you read the letter?
-No.
-Do you want me to take a look?
Maybe we can work out
who she's working for.
-No, I threw it away.
-OK.
Why don't you come to bed
and I'll give you another
Mother's Day present.
Like a proper present.
How does that sound?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-Hey Ben, can you say
flower for Mummy?
Flower?
Ben?
Can you see the flower?
Can you please say
Can you say flower?
Ben?
Please.
(PHONE RINGING)
Meghan Shaughnessy speaking.
Oh.
No.
Yeah, look, ah
I'm really sorry.
There's
Can I ask, sorry,
which child did he hit?
Right. OK.
Thank you.
-So, you've known for a while?
-Excuse me.
-SARINA: Oh, hey, hon.
-What's going on?
-I'm just talking to Sarina.
-You have no right to approach
my friends or go to my house.
-This is an invasion
of privacy.
-I'm allowed to speak to
-She said she knew about it.
-She does know about it.
-So, you misrepresented
yourself.
-LORELEI: Can I talk to you,
please?
-Sorry.
-Did you read my letter?
-No, I didn't.
-It explained
that I'm speaking to everyone
for a podcast about Agatha
Fyfle.
-Since you're central
to the story,
it's important
that I give you a voice, too.
-I don't want my family
in the spotlight, again.
-Is that why you deleted
your Mummy Vlog?
Because you think it attracted
Agatha to your family?
-My husband and I
are both journalists.
If I wanted a voice,
I would have one,
and not from some student
journalism major.
-So, you did read my letter.
I understand why you feel
this way, Meghan,
but I'm going
to change your mind.
See you, Sarina.
Thank you.
-I am so sorry.
-I'm sorry.
I had no idea.
-LORELEI: Thanks for taking
my call, Hayden.
I know you haven't spoken
to any media
since just after the
kidnapping.
-HAYDEN: Because they made me
out to be a massive dope,
didn't they?
-LORELEI: Did they?
-HAYDEN: Oh, "What kind of
idiot
"doesn't know his girlfriend
didn't give birth?
"Blah, blah, blah, blah."
But I was away at sea,
and I had no idea about her
infertility, so yeah.
Anyway, why should I be
on your podcast?
-Well, because
you'll get a chance
to tell your side of the story.
And I actually see Agatha
as a victim of trauma.
She didn't have any chance
to heal from it.
-HAYDEN: She's not a bad
person.
I don't think she meant
to hurt anyone.
But you're right about the
trauma.
Her little brother got run over
in front of her.
The thing with Brother Bowler
abusing her,
getting her pregnant and
-Sorry, who's Brother Bowler?
-HAYDEN: The Church elder.
-Oh, they didn't name him in
court.
-HAYDEN: All that must have
done something to her head.
It'd have to.
But the Aggie I know
is kind and funny.
And she did love Rory, Ben.
-JAKE: A judge has come under
attack from a victim of crimes
group
who fear baby killer Agatha
Fyfle will be given a light
sentence.
The controversy overshadowed
newly-appointed Minister
for Corrections,
Vicky Michaelson's debut
press conference,
as she appeared
unprepared for the questions.
-I haven't yet been
briefed on this,
so, it's too early
for me to comment.
But I will say any
undisciplined
or criminal action
by lobby groups
on this or any other issue
within my portfolio
will not be tolerated.
-JAKE: Agatha Fyfle faces a
recess before her fate
-Why is that on?
Jack, these are choking
hazards.
-Oh, sorry,
I didn't hear you come in.
-Lucy was watching a really
inappropriate news story.
-What?
-Didn't they tell you about
the incident at school?
-Yes. We had a chat,
didn't we buddy, hmm?
Talked to your teacher?
-Mm, yep.
-Yeah.
Everything OK?
-No.
That girl was at the park.
She was interviewing the
mothers.
-JACK: What girl?
-The one who doorstepped us.
-Babe, if there's a story
they're gonna chase it.
Alright?
True crime podcasts are gold,
right now.
It was inevitable someone
was going to do it.
-MEGHAN: Mm, turns out
she's just a Uni student.
-Well there you go.
-Can you please deal
with the groceries?
I've got to call the
paediatrician, book an
appointment for Ben.
-Does he really need it,
right now?
-Yes.
He's not hitting his
milestones.
-Jack, he was late to walk.
He's not using his words.
He's not making eye contact.
-Maybe he's just moving
at his own pace.
Alright?
-OFFICER: Move it along.
-PRISONER 1: Fuck off, bitch.
-PRISONER 2: Don't touch me.
-I said, move along.
-Hands off.
Stop it.
-OFFICER 1: Break it up,
ladies.
-OFFICER 2: Oi, break it up.
(SCREAMING AND SHOUTING)
-Enough.
-How far along are you?
-30 weeks.
-I couldn't catch my breath
after 30 weeks.
So tiring.
Will the baby stay with you?
-I've applied for the
Mother-Child program at Jalala.
-I'm hoping to get
a transfer, there.
Minimum security.
-And you'll have a chance
to be with your little one.
How long can you keep him, or
her?
-Him.
Till he's five.
But I'm going to be out
before then, so
Jail's no place for a baby.
-Oh.
Well, all a baby needs is love.
Thank you for being nice to me.
Where are my greens?
-You want greens?
(PULLS SALIVA)
-Stay the fuck away from the
pregnant lady, baby killer.
-PRISONER: Shame, bitch.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PHONE RINGING)
-Hello?
Yeah, I spoke with him,
yesterday. Why?
OK, listen, mate, you've gotta
get your own sources, alright?
OK, I gotta go. Bye.
-Ah, I've read your story.
-Oh yeah?
-I think your intro's too long,
and you really haul his family
through the mud.
You know what it's like.
I think you should cut it.
-OK. Yeah, will do.
-MEGHAN: Grace is coming over.
I'm going to do a roast.
-Oh, yum.
-MEGHAN: Story's really blowing
up, huh?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, hi, Simon, mate. Yeah,
sorry. I'm heading out the
door, now.
OK, I'll see you in 20.
Alright, bye.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
-Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
-Ah, yes.
Hello you.
Tell me that wasn't
your butt calling me.
-No, I hung up on you because I
shouldn't be calling you.
-SIMON: I see.
Well, if it makes you
feel any better,
I've spent all day
not calling you.
-Well, that sounds
like a giant waste of energy.
-I didn't call you
when I woke up.
I didn't call you when I found
a hair in my lunch.
And I especially didn't call
you
when I thought about how
articulate your right eyebrow
is
when you're being sarcastic.
-So, why are you calling me,
now?
-SIMON: I'm not.
-What are we gonna do?
-I don't know.
-I think we've got to tell
Meghan that we're seeing each
other.
-OK.
Do you want to tell her
together?
-No, it's better
if I do it, I think.
I'm watching Jack go to air
tonight at hers,
so I'll tell her after.
-SIMON: OK, I've gotta go.
I'll call you later.
-What are these, mate?
Scicluna's already agreed
to the questions.
-Yes, and we are going
to surprise him.
-Surprise him?
OK, he's not gonna like that.
And he is massive.
-Yes.
So, whatever happens
from here on out, I love you.
-This is just a load
of hyped-up gossip,
damaging my reputation.
-So, you're denying regularly
supplying cocaine to team
members?
-I deny that, yeah.
-So the footballers
are lying, not you?
-I'm not saying anyone's lying.
-JACK: So why would they name
you if you're not supplying it,
mate?
-I don't know, mate.
You're gonna have to ask them.
-Well, maybe I will.
-HOST: Thank you, Jack.
A heated conversation about one
of League's greatest
-Alright, great job everyone.
Let's pack it up.
-You changed the questions.
You screwed me over.
-You'd better watch
your back, mate.
You and your whole stuck-up
family.
-PSYCHIATRIST:
Well, the staff reports say
you've been a model prisoner,
but that you don't get along
with the other women.
-I'm not like them.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
I like people.
I've accepted my punishment,
but I can't join
in any of the activities, here.
They won't give me my food.
They won't talk to me.
Even the new inmates hate me.
Can I see what you're writing?
-Do you feel reconciled to
never having a child of your
own?
-AGATHA: I'll probably be in
prison for the next 20 years
so what does that matter?
-You
-Oh.
-PSYCHIATRIST: Your lawyer
has requested
you be transferred
to a minimum-security facility,
where there are women
and children.
-If you're asking if I plan
to kidnap a child in prison,
that's absurd.
How could I?
Why would I?
What are you writing?
I'm healthy and I'm stable.
I'm remorseful.
Write that down.
-Nighty-night.
-Are you taking
your medication?
-Yes.
Yeah, of course.
-Yeah, and you switched
the questions.
-Mate, we got what we needed.
Can you focus on that?
This story's going to win you
an Atly Award.
-Yeah, if I survive the
fallout.
Scicluna's got dodgy
connections, mate.
-Yeah, relax. They still award
Atlys posthumously.
If this lands you the most
prestigious journalism award
in the country
it is worth every bit of pain.
-Oh, even death?
Sweet.
Right, I gotta run.
Come to ours for roast dinner?
-Mm-mm.
No, I won't.
-Turn down a Meghan roast? OK.
I hope she's hot.
Do I know her?
-Yep, it's your sister-in-law.
-Since when?
You're kidding me.
-Ah, a while.
We met out one night
and we ended up partying.
Woke up the next day
Oh, hello.
And then it kept happening.
Started off casual and now
it's
-It's what?
-Yeah, it's definitely
going somewhere.
-You sly little fox
-No, no, no, it's different.
-OK.
-She's under my skin.
-Cheers to that, bro.
-And before you say
anything to Meghan,
can you wait
till I give you go ahead?
-Mm-hmm.
-Because Grace wants
to tell her first, OK?
-Lips are sealed.
(WHISTLES)
-OK.
-Alright.
See ya later, brother.
-See ya, brother.
-I'm worried
if this podcaster
approaches Mum about Agatha,
she'll talk.
You know what she's like.
-Mm.
-You won't, though?
Promise me?
-What, what?
-Talk to the podcaster.
-Of course, not.
-I'll warn Simon, too.
She'll probably go there, next.
Is your phone broken?
-Huh?
-Where is the swiping?
I need my vicarious sex life.
-Um, I actually haven't
really been on.
I'm actually kind of
seeing someone
-Hey.
-Lachie, Ben, what's going on?
-He's doing it again, Mum,
and he's breaking it.
-Lachie, please just give him
the spinner.
-LACHIE: That's not fair.
-I've told you, I ordered
another one online.
It'll be here in the letterbox
very soon.
-When?
-Soon.
So give him this one and if he
breaks it, it doesn't matter.
No.
-You've probably gotta get them
to bed, so I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
-Wait
-Love you guys.
-No, Grace.
-GRACE: Bye.
-Grace.
No, tell me who you're seeing.
-I'm going in.
Chase it.
-Hey.
-Bye.
-See ya.
-RHEA: Chase it.
-JACK: Down the hatch.
Fuck.
-Ooh.
-Governor.
-LORELEI: Dear Agatha,
my name is Lorelei Kelly,
and you may have
seen me in court.
I always wear a red jacket.
I'd like to ask if you could
put me on your visitors' list,
to talk to you
about my podcast.
I am sympathetic to your case,
and hopefully, I can find an
audience that feels the same
way.
-Who did this?
If you think you can intimidate
me, you picked the wrong
person.
-Wasn't me.
I'm not the only one in here
who hates your guts.
-There's nothing
you can do to me
that's worse than
what's already been done.
(WHISTLES)
-LORELEI: Are you looking
for letters?
-Is that mine?
-Lachie.
-Can you give this to your
Mum -Get back inside.
This is harassment.
-I'm putting something
in your letterbox.
That's not illegal.
-You approached my son.
-Meghan, I want your side
of the story.
-There's only one side
of the story, here.
A deranged woman kidnapped
my baby and nearly killed him.
That's it.
-Well, I happen to think
that Agatha's also a victim.
Don't you have any empathy for
her? You've heard about her
life.
-Why don't you try
asking the mothers
whose babies died about
empathy for Agatha?
-I have.
I'm a journalist.
-Oh, my god, you are
You're unbelievable.
We have been through enough
without being exploited, as
well.
And if you really think that
Agatha is the victim, here,
then you are just
as delusional as she is.
-You don't have
to get crazy, Meghan.
-Oh, I'm crazy?
No, no, I am not the one
that is staking out my house,
stalking my friends.
-Get the fuck away from us,
or I will not be responsible
for what happens next.
Are you recording this?
-I informed you in my letter
I would be recording
all of our contact
-You delete that.
You delete that, right now.
I did not give you permission.
I'll wait here
till you're ready, Meghan.
-Get away, now.
I am warning you.
(ALARMS BLARING)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
(ALARM BLARING)
(KNOCKING)
-She needs an ultrasound.
-Just a punch
in the guts.
How bad can it be?
-Pregnancy test.
It's positive.
-How?
-It's a miracle.
-LORELEI: I didn't mean
to scare anyone.
I was just trying
to do some interviews.
-POLICE OFFICER: Yeah, well
maybe come back another day.
-LORELEI: Of course.
-There you go.
-Thanks.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-Can I get you anything?
-I wanna see my husband.
-You're entitled to chat
to a lawyer,
but it's not possible
to see your husband.
Meghan, why don't you
tell me everything?
It will be easier on you.
Meghan.
Unless you can
convince me, otherwise,
we will be charging
you with murder.
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