Giri/Haji

Hi.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrived in London Heathrow.

Local time is 9.57pm.

...that these triumphs of British culture,

that these spectacular structures, vast country houses...

SVU Halls of Residence.

Yes, please hold, I'll put you through.

Kenzo?

Yes.

I'm so sorry to wake you. I...

Oh. Yeah. Hi.

I'm Sarah. I'm going to be taking the Crime Scene Management course.

Well, more accurately, I'm teaching it.

I just thought I'd come down and...

Have you been sleeping here all night?

Yes. - I'm so sorry.

It's my first day, as well.

For all I know, they always make the mature students sleep in the reception.

Probably not, though.

Right!

This is yours, it's a welcome pack.

It's got a timetable and a map and some stickers, for some reason.

Thank you. - You must be jet-lagged.

A cup of coffee and a McMuffin usually does the trick.

Or there's always lying in the foetal position and weeping.

Yeah, no, ignore that.

I'll see you in class.

Welcome to London.

Thank you.

Detective Weitzmann. - Good afternoon.

I'm Yasmin Rose from the Probation Services.

Is now a good time to talk?

Yes. - It's in regards to Ian Summers.

I'm sure you're aware he recently became eligible for parole.

He's been released.

Yes. - Where's he staying?

I can't disclose that information, I'm afraid. Um...

Did you know?

Know what?

Lunch Club - that wanky sandwich place. £6.50 for a baguette.

Beth?

Kev?

Come on, Heather.

What?! Fuck off!

No, listen to me, you've got to tell him that if he's wants you,

he's got to start acting like a man and not behaving like a little bitch.

Because do you know what a little bitch gets?

No, neither do I, because I don't associate with them

and neither should you. Can I get a gin and tonic?

Your boyfriend's here. - I don't have one of those.

Rodney. - Oh, God!

Tiff. Um... I don't have the energy right now.

I deserve an explanation.

An explanation is a privilege, not a right. - I just want to know why.

What did I do? - Can I call you back? Sorry.

I'm in the middle of a Greek play.

Do we not have a warning system in place for this kind of situation?

No. Right. Well, let's you and I talk about that at some point, OK?

Just tell me what changed. - Um... my mood, my mood changed.

I don't understand. - I don't need you to.

Michael came round looking for you.

Well, you don't need to say anything to Michael.

You don't even need to go near him. - I want to help you.

I can't do that if you won't let me in.

I ordered a gin and tonic in what feels like several lifetimes ago.

Rodney!

Listen to me, it's done, OK? I let you in and now I'm letting you out.

I don't want to be out! I don't know what to do on my own.

Oh, God! Look, the tears aren't going to work with me, honey, they never have.

You're a piece of shit, you know that? You're a fucking sociopath!

Tiff? - OK. - Tiff! - Thank you.

Don't look at me like that. - Like what? - Like you agree with him.

I'm with them.

Hm.

Dan? - Sarah.

Oh!

Should I call you LondonDan35?

If you like.

Well, I insist you call me Sarah Blues and Twos.

Right, got it.

I mean, not really. You can just...

Sarah is fine.

Have you been waiting long?

No. I was five minutes early and you were ten minutes late, so...

I'm so sorry.

Traffic. A fucking blinking nightmare.

Yeah, I walked, but it seemed really busy.