Broken (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Roz - full transcript

- What did you do?
- I treated you women very badly.

You dirty, filthy beast!
You little horror!

Like she needs you, Michael, and she
needs to have total faith in you.

I mean, why would you destroy
all that just to clear

- your own conscious?
- I can't do that while I'm hiding

an inconvenient truth of my own.

There are four betting
shops in Hoar Cross Road.

No bank, no post office, no chemist.

But four betting shops.

Why four, when everyone
round there is skint?

In a week or two, my boss
is going to find out.



Please don't kill yourself.
I will show you how to atone.

Promise me you won't kill yourself?

You were a bloody awful mother!

And you, a horrible son!

To scream at your child like that!

To make your hatred so obvious!

Your bed, a disgrace! You
dirty, little horror!

My dad's not here, cos life with you,

that was his purgatory.

You are here!

What a hypocrite you are.

Yeah! Hypocrite or no, I'd
never destroy my own child!

Not a child, a dog!

A dirty, stinking dog!



- Something wrong with you!
- It were no big thing.

Something seriously wrong with you!

If you don't want to see
me again, you tosser, fine!

Everyone said it! "That Michael
Kerrigan, what a headcase he is!"

- You were two sluts!
- You meant nothing, nothing to me!

Yeah, you were two sluts, you were!

You especially, chewing
all the way through it!

"Don't go near that prick,"
that's what we told each other.

Yeah? What did you expect?

How can anyone have respect
for two little sluts like you?

All that ever mattered to you was that!

Who wants to bring
up an arrogant child?

Hey? Slightest sign, you
knock it out of them.

Always at it.

Trouble is, you knock out confidence,

and ambition and pride and selfesteem!

Always at it.

You made me a selfloathing wreck!

But that's OK, cos I was not arrogant!

- You're going to have to save me.
- What with, you pillock?

- "What with?"
- Yeah.

Can you stop talking over
the table, for God's sake?

Hey, hey! You talk over the table.

I don't.
No, you don't. I don't.

- Shut it, Saint Bloody Michael.
- But every time I've got a decent

- chance of winning a hand, you do.
- You know what I've got, don't you?

Yeah.
- Yeah, right, well, then I repeat... save me.

And I repeat... what with?

You've got the ace of spades!

Why are you telling
everybody what you've got?

I mean, where's the skill in that?

I gave him three cards at
the beginning of this game

and then you gave me three cards.

Same bloody cards, different colour!

The whole point of playing cards
is you don't know what each

other's got. I mean, what's the
point in playing if you don't...

- You cheating shit!
- Where's the skill, where's the pleasure?

I can't lose. Leave.

- You've had it, anyway.
- That's it, he's home.

You cheating get!

You need to calm down a bit
you do, I'll tell you that.

Anyway, I've got to get off.

- Mam'll be all right. Beth's with her.
- Give me that here.

It's just that she's been with her
all day, so she'll want to get off.

All right.
And give my regards. Yeah.

- Don't forget your money.
- Take it steady out there.

- See you.
- Enjoy your winnings.

- Hi.
- Hiya, forgot my key.

Michael's here, Mam.

Hiya, Mam. Be up soon!

How is she?

Not good. She won't tell you
that, but she's not good.

Right.
- Who won? - Guess.

- Bye, Mam! Bye.
- See you, tara.

It was the night Joe played in the
Sheffield and Hallamshire final,

and those two coppers came for my dad.

He hadn't paid a fine or something.

Court order.

Anyway, the last thing our Joe sees
before he disappears up the street

is Dad getting marched down
it by these two coppers.

But they only take him to the
bottom and they let him go.

Anyway, Dad comes back and I
said, "Why did they let you go?"

And he says, "You can't get
blood out of a stone, son."

But our Joe hadn't seen any of this.

He thinks Dad's in the nick.

So, we're up in the
stands at Bramall Lane,

me and me dad, floodlights and everything.

And the teams come out.

And I'm desperate for Joe
to see that Dad's with me,

so I'm shouting out "Joe! Joe!"

But Joe can't see, because
of the floodlights.

He can hear me, but he can't see me.

So I start shouting, "Me
Dad's here! Me Dad's here!"

And everyone in the stand's
looking round at me, thinking what

I'm going on about.

But I don't care, just so long
as our Joe don't have to play

the biggest game of his life
thinking me dad's in the nick.

"Me Dad's here! Me Dad's here!"

Mum!

They're ruined. Actually ruined!

Dickhead. You're paying for them!

Mum told me to do the washing and I have.

He did it on purpose.
He did it on purpose!

- No, I never!
- You did! You so did!

I said, "Separate the whites,"
didn't I? Didn't I say?

I did! I made a pile of
them, but they must have been

rolled up somewhere.
Mum, tell him. Where you going? School.

- Without eating?
- I'll get something there.

Why did you tell him to
do the washing anyway?

Because he has to learn.

But he can't even wash himself.

Shut your face, right now!

I'm not doing it any more,
and if you've any sense,

neither should you.

So he has to learn.

They have to learn.

Come here.

There he is.

He's a good boy.

- Where are you going?
- Work.

- What, you not giving me a lift?
- No.

Why didn't you say?

Make sure everything's locked.

What?
What's she doing? I don't know.

What are you doing?

Brothers and sisters, let
us acknowledge our sins.

And so prepare ourselves to
celebrate the sacred mysteries.

'You're a thief, Kerrigan.

'A thief!'

What is he, boys?

Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!

Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!

Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!

A thief!

The school stopped asking
me for dinner money,

so I stopped asking my mam for it.

Went on for over a year and
then they realised their mistake,

and asked me what I'd
done with all the money.

I said I'd spent it.

Better to be thought a
thief than a pauper.

Yeah. Is that a sin?

I confess to Almighty God...

And to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned, in
my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done and in
what I have failed to do.

Through my fault, through my fault,

through my most grievous fault.

Therefore, I ask blessed Mary,
evervirgin, all the angels

and saints and you, my
brothers and sisters.

Bernadette Jenkins is here.

She gets the results of
her scan Tuesday morning,

so she's asked us to
remember her in our prayers.

And Helen Oyenusi's with us again today,

which reminds me to remind you of
tonight's candlelit vigil outside

Laurel Road Police Station.

All are welcome.

Including police officers, Andrew.

No implied criticism here.

Hello, Michael Kerrigan.

It's Roz Demichelis, Michael.

How are you?

Good, yeah, you?

Yeah, I'm good, thank you.

What's that?

Microwave.

I'm doing Singapore noodles.

Is there no end to this man's talents?

Listen, I can see into my boss's office.

He's on the phone.

There's a cheque on his desk for
£1,900, payable to Elaine Coombs.

But there is no Elaine
Coombs. Elaine Coombs is me.

If he's on to accounts, and I
think he is, he'll be getting told

that there are well
over 100 similar cheques,

payable to Elaine Coombs.

All signed by me.

Totals £232,648.

I think he just said,
"I can't believe it."

I think he said it again.

He's getting off the phone.

He's coming out, he's coming over.

So, yeah, so, I think that would be...

Can I see you in the office, Roz?

- Yeah. Just finish this call.
- Yeah.

Not to put too fine a point on
it, Michael, but I am fucked.

Can I help?

Can I come and see you?

Yes. When?

Well, he's going to sack me, so
I've got the rest of the day free.

Unless he calls the police, but
I'm going to ask him to defer

that till tomorrow. So...

this afternoon?

Yeah, three o'clock?

Yeah. I'll see you then.

Enjoy your noodles.

What is it?

I'm hoping you can sort
something out, Roz.

I'm praying you can sort it out.

I'll do my best.

Take a look at this.

A cheque's been returned.

- Why?
- No date.

Who's Elaine Coombs, Roz?

Me.

At least one cheque a month.

All for just under two grand so
they don't need countersigning.

How much altogether?

- Didn't they tell you?
- They can only go back six years.

I assume you've been
at it longer than that.

Eight years altogether.

£232,648.

Why?

- I'm a thief.
- No, no, no.

Why?

Why did you steal from me?

What made you do it?

- You want the truth?
- Yeah.

- The idiotic truth?
- Yes.

Coke.

Nah.

No, large gin and tonic,
you're off your head.

You snort 230K's worth
of coke, I'd notice.

It's gone, Jamie.

I lived the good life for a
while and now it's all gone.

You're lying!

You look good, Roz.

You always look good.

But I don't believe you've
spent 250,000 on yourself

over the last few years.

You've lived in the same house since
the day you married that gobshite.

Your last holiday was a
fortnight in Windermere,

which doesn't exactly
count as an exotic holiday.

You've got a company car!

So where's all this money?

It's gone.

You pay me it back...

I don't phone the police.

You're sacked, yeah,
but no police involved.

You don't pay me back...

you go down, Roz, and
you go down for years.

And if you think it's worth it,
if you think you can just do

a few years, come out with 200
grand stashed away somewhere,

well think again.

Cos they'll be all over you like a rash.

They'll go through everything, Roz.

Every penny you've spent, every
bloody postage stamp you bought!

They won't let you away with a carrot!

They'll find nothing.

And I'll do my bit too,
cos I want my money back.

I want every single penny back...

and I won't rest till I've got it.

I'll be watching you like a hawk.

It's all gone, Jamie.

- It can't all be gone!
- Please, not my face.

230 grand she's robbed,
this thieving bitch!

230 grand!

Police, please.

Can I ask you to wait
till tomorrow, Jamie?

What?

- I've got things to do tonight.
- What kind of things?

- Things.
- Tough.

With the kids.

I have things with the kids.

Thank you.

Then he told them that I was
the thieving bitch who'd robbed

200 grand off him.

And I wished he had punched me.

You think he's calling out there?

Yeah.

I do too.

There are lots of different versions
of the stations of the cross.

Some have Christ falling
three times, some just once.

But some end with Christ
entombed, some with him rising.

But no matter what version
you're looking at...

there's one that's never there,
and that's Christ calling out,

on the cross, in despair, "My God,
my God, why have you forsaken me?"

I think that's because
they can't handle it.

Christ, the Son of God, in despair.

What chance have we got?

But I'd always have that one.

He knew despair, he understands.

You know, one of the last
people he spoke to alive, Roz,

was a common thief.

He'll speak to you.

He'll be saying, right up to the very end,

"Choose hope, not despair."

"Life, not death."

Is there any way you can pay it back?

Have you got any money
tied up in the house?

No.

Convince the judge you can pay it back.

You see, you'd be looking at three
years rather than four or five.

You do half, don't forget. Get
three years, that's only 18 months.

And it's white collar, so you'll
spend most of it in an open prison.

How do you know all that?

Internet.

I'm grateful, Michael.

I am.

But I'm not going to prison. I'm afraid.

Why?

I mean, why now?

You've done the hardest bit,
you've faced him and told him.

No, that's not the hardest bit.

It's everyone knowing.

Neighbours, friends, all
wetting themselves with glee.

You said that you've lived with
shame, Michael, but you haven't.

It's guilt that you've lived with.

Guilt over the way you
treated those women.

Tell the world and then that's shame.

Did you tell him it went on machines?

- No.
- Why not?

I'd sooner him despise me than pity me.

Yeah.

Would you fuck me, Michael, please?

What?

I think you heard.

I can't.

I'm sure it would be a wonderful
experience, but I can't.

I'll be dead tomorrow,
so nobody would know.

I'll be dead tomorrow, so
it's the least you can do.

It's the least any gentleman can do.

Yeah, well, I can't.

You get a lot of offers?

Yeah, a few.

You get more wearing the collar though?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

How were you going to do it?

We're here to talk about you, Roz.

Was it a train?

- Have you got your mobile?
- Yeah.

Put my number in, will you?

How were you going to do it?

My number is 07700900481.

Just give it to me again.

Yeah, 07700900481.

Right.

Phone me if you change your mind.

If at any point you change
your mind, early on, late on,

very late on, phone me
and I'll get to you.

I won't change my mind.

Well, promise me if you
do then you'll call me?

I promise.

Where will you do it?

At home, in my bed.

Will the kids find you?

No, no, they'll be at school.

My ex, Paul's coming over.

He thinks to fix the
radiator in my bedroom.

- He'll find me.
- Please don't do it, Roz.

How many politicians have there
been caught with their fingers

in the till? They're worse than
you, cos they're bloody hypocrites.

Laying down the law for others,
breaking it themselves.

They come out of prison and throw
themselves into penal reform

and campaigns for this,
that and the other.

Prison's the making of them,
Roz, and it can be for you.

Fight them. Fight those bloody
machines and go to prison

and come back out and fight them again.

- I can't.
- You can!

You can.

Look, there's a meeting
tomorrow down at the council.

- You come along...
- No, I can't.

Then let me tell someone
about this. Let me...

No!

Will you join me in a prayer?

Yeah.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

This is Roz Demichelis, Lord.

She doesn't know how much you love
her, how much she matters to you.

Can you find some way of showing her?

Thank you, Lord.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Phone me, Roz, and I'll get to you.

I'll get to you, Roz, I promise.

You go to any food bank and you
ask them what they need most

and they'll tell you pasta.
It's cheap and nutritious.

You can feed an army. Bit
of pasta, bit of sauce.

How long's that now?

Five minutes.

Right. Is there any pink showing?

No.

That's the main thing.
You don't want any pink.

Open the sauce.

Pink inside a steak's fine, but
pink in a pan of mince, is a nono.

Right, pour the sauce in.

Put the whole thing in.

Are you watching this?

Yeah.
- I am no longer cooking for you, do you understand that?

Get that straight. I
am not cooking for you.

So what are you going to do?

Chlo'll do it.

No, she won't.

She will be no man's skivvy.

So you need to watch how it's done, yeah?
Right. Right.

OK.

Is it boiling?

Yeah.
- All right, just turn it down and let it simmer.

You don't want to boil it dry.

All right, spaghetti.

How much do you think we need for four?

- All of it.
- Yeah.

Whack it in.

You think it's bad, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, wait till you taste his pudding.

- What are you doing?
- What?

- For God's sakes!
- What?

You don't turn it on until it's
full and it's nowhere near full!

Right, whatever!

Don't talk to me like that!

Running it when it's empty costs me money.

I'm the one that has to find that.

- It's not empty!
- It's virtually empty, look at it.

And this, this is just ridiculous.

Common sense should tell
you that that's just wrong.

- Why?
- Because...

spoons and forks
should face the same way.

If they face the same way
they take up less space

and we want this thing as full as
possible before we switch it on,

because it costs money to run.

- Right?
- Right!

So spoons and forks the
same way in future, yeah?

Yeah.

And what's this?

A plate.

It's filthy.

They're all filthy.

That's why they're in there.

No, you rinse them before you put them in.

There's two reasons for that.

One, if you rinse them
before you put them in,

you don't clog the machine.

Two, we want it as full as possible before we turn it on, yes?
- Yes.

That's been established beyond
all reasonable doubt, right?

Yes! - So there's going to be dishes
in here overnight that are dirty.

I don't want them stinking up the kitchen.
Right!

I'm so sick of this house.

And I'm so sick of you
and him acting the eejit.

I'm just so sick of it!

Yeah?

Can I come in?

Yes.

What you doing?

Writing a letter to Auntie Jackie.

She's on email.

I know.

She likes getting letters.

I brought you this.

Thanks.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Right.

Write.

I will.

Thanks for this.

So how's the flashbacks going?

I'm excelling myself.

Flash forwards these days...

to purgatory.

Cold wind, thin air, people
telling each other bitter truths,

purgatory as other people.

Thanks.

Someone in confession has told
me she's going to kill herself.

You believe her?

Totally.

I asked her if I could
tell someone about it...

Openly, I mean... and she said no.

What can I do?

Is it imminent?

Tomorrow.

And have you told her if she
changes her mind that she can...?

Yeah, I've given my mobile number.

I used to relish these prospects, Peter.

All those stories of Catholic
martyrs going to their deaths

before breaking the
seal of the confession.

Yeah, I'll have some of that.

They might even make me a saint.

- But I never envisaged this.
- No.

I see it now for what it
is, of course, the seal.

It's a sales pitch.

The best ever. Every
religion wishes it had it.

That's all it is, a bloody sales pitch.

"Ten billion confessions
heard, not one revealed."

"Buy now while stocks last."

Tell me I should tell someone.

I'm back on the sugar.

I know. It's pathetic, isn't it?

I just didn't want you to know.

Yeah.

You see, the thing is, you could
tell someone, and that someone

could intervene and the likelihood is,

is the next day she might kill herself.

Only the next day, she doesn't
have the option to call you,

because guess what?

What?

You've betrayed her.

Aye.

- Do you know what we should do?
- What?

Pray.

I nearly said, "Is that
all?" God forgive me.

Lord, lift up our weary spirits...

So that we might find rest
and eternal peace within you.

May we stand on mountains
and walk on stormy seas.

Give us that unspeakable
joy to dance in the rain.

- Amen.
- Amen.

See you, Mum!

There we go.

That's my boy.

Father, it's shrunk!

It's shrunk!

Fantastic!

Stay with your granny.

There's a good boy.

It's going to be nice.

Surprise, surprise.

Come in.

Why are you here?

I was hoping you would
look after Woody for me.

Who's Woody?

The dog!

Why? Where are you going?

Work's really busy.

He's on his own too much.

What would I do with a dog?

I thought he could keep you company.

Do the kids not look after him?

They're always out.

You can't just give their dog away.

He's my dog.

They won't even notice.

Will you take him or not?

It'd need walking.

Just for the toilet and
then a little run later.

It's no big deal.

- Where would I take it?
- Out the back field.

Will you stop saying "it"?

It's a boy.

How long for?

I'm not sure.

A while.

Will you come and see him?

He won't cost you anything.

Whatever.

Can he stay?

Yes.

He sleeps upstairs, on the
bed. Is that all right?

- Are you sick?
- No.

Got a fella?

- So what's wrong with you?
- Nothing.

Make sure you take water
up to bed with you.

And don't feed him shite
food, or chocolate.

Hi.

Where are you?

- Work.
- Nan's been on.

You've given her the dog?

- Yeah.
- Why?

I don't want to look after him any more.

Well, I'll look after him.

'No, you won't, Chlo.'

You'll do it for a week and
then you'll get fed up again.

She says you're acting strange.

I'm acting strange?

'What's wrong?'

Nothing.

Honestly.

Bye.

Are you going anywhere nice?

I hope so.

- What's the alternative?
- Anything.

Well, what exactly? A Harvey Nicks?

I dunno. A charity shop, anything.

Anything but another bloody betting shop.

You wouldn't even get a charity shop.

Look, there's four boarded up shops
there already. This'll be five.

Fine.

Better boarded up than
sucking the people dry,

because that's all they're doing.

I'm sorry, Father, but I'm getting a
little bit sick of this, actually.

Is it all right if I speak my mind?
Yeah.

Just forget your prayer that
you've said at the start.

- Please do.
- OK.

Well, I'm sorry, but
I'm finding all of this

a little bit hypocritical, actually.

These machines are evil when
they're in our betting shops,

but they're fine when they're
in your social club, Father.

Two of them you've got.

I mean, if gambling was so bad,
then how come so much of it

goes on in your parish?

The spot the ball, the
bonus ball, the raffle.

You lose that, Father, and
you'd be skint, you know it.

Now, the firm I work for,
it employs 15,000 people.

That's 15,000 wage
packets, on top of rates,

corporation tax and God knows what else.

You've got to see it's crucial, Father.

First, I'm sorry I've upset you, Jean.

Second, the machines in Saint Nick's

are nothing like those in your shops.

Ours take ten pence coins,
yours take £10 notes.

We'll come back to this,
Jean, if that's OK.

This is Roz Demichelis, everyone.

I hope you don't mind, but I've
invited her along today because she

can speak from...

personal experience on this matter. So...

Isn't that right, Roz?

Yeah.

Yes.

I'm Roz.

I'm 45. I have three kids.

For the past eight years,
I've worked full time as an

office manager in Bolthursts.

Before that, I was a stay
at home mum, which was nice.

I have a good life.

Had a good life.

Yesterday, my boss, who's
been a good friend to me...

found out that I took...

I've been taking... as in
stealing... from him and his company.

£232,648 is the total that I've...

taken from him.

Stole from him.

I used the money, the
vast majority of it...

I put into...

machines in betting shops.

Some of it was on online bingo,

but most of it, I'd say 200
grand, it went into machines.

I grew up, went to school,
went to college, got a job,

got a house, had kids, got a dog.

I...

I'm not anxious or depressed.

I don't drink or snort coke

and I'm not stupid.

I'm not the cleverest person in the world.

But I have a B in Olevel Maths,

and I know that the odds of feeding
a machine and coming out on top

are very slim.

But that is what I did.

I just started and I couldn't stop.

If you'd have told me ten
years ago, if you'd said

that I would wind up here, I
would have laughed in your face.

I suppose everybody has their thing.

The thing that makes
them feel something...

when they can't feel anything.

Or when they want to disappear.

And those machines, they were my thing.

I cared more about them than anything.

And if my boss, my friend...

hadn't found out...

they would still be my thing.

That's it.

I mean, that's all, really.

Just...

I would say, just don't
think that this is something

that happens to other people.

You know, other people
that aren't like you,

other people different from you.

It could happen to your kid,
you, your mother, your brother.

Just don't let them near them.

Because they are evil.

That's it really. That's all.

Just...

I don't really have anything else to say.

- Would it be OK if I leave?
- Yeah.

Yes.

Well?

Knowall.

You did it.

Central College, Garmoyle, please.

You broke all the rules.

Yes, put me through, please. Thanks.

I'm only bending one.

Hello. You have a student
there called Chloe Demichelis?

The grace of our Lord Jesus
Christ and the love of God and the

communion of the Holy
Spirit be with you all.

And with your spirit.

Brothers and sisters...

let us acknowledge our sins, and
so prepare ourselves to celebrate

the sacred mysteries.

I confess to Almighty God and
to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned in
my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done and
what I have failed to do.

Through my fault, through my fault,

through my most grievous fault.

Therefore, I ask blessed Mary, ever
virgin, all the angels and saints

and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord, our God.

May Almighty God have mercy on us,

forgive us our sins and
bring us to everlasting life.

Amen.

Lord have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

- Christ have mercy.
- Christ have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

I believe in God, the Father almighty,

creator of heaven and Earth, and
in Jesus Christ, his only Son,

our Lord, who was conceived
by the Holy Spirit,

born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified, died and was buried.

He descended into hell.

On the third day, he
rose again from the dead.

He ascended into heaven and is
seated at the right hand of God,

the Father almighty.

From there, he will come to
judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy Catholic Church,

the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,

the resurrection of the body,

and everlasting life.

Amen.

- The Lord be with you.
- And be with your spirit.

Lift up your hearts.

We lift them up to the Lord.

Let us give thanks to the Lord, our God.

It is right and just.

Holy, holy, holy Lord God of hosts.

Heaven and Earth are full of your glory.

Hosanna in the highest.

Blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord.

Hosanna in the highest.

Through him and with him and in him,

O God, almighty Father, in
the unity of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honour is
yours, forever and ever.

Amen.

At the Saviour's command and formed
by divine teaching we dare say...

Our Father, who art in
Heaven, hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be
done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Deliver us, Lord, we
pray, from every evil.

Graciously grant peace in our days
that, by the help of your mercy,

we may be always free from sin
and safe from all distress.

As we await the blessed hope and the
coming of our Saviour, Jesus Christ.

For the kingdom, the power and the
glory are yours now and forever.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins
of the world, have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins
of the world, have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away the
sins of the world, grant us peace.

Behold the Lamb of God.

Behold him who takes away
the sins of the world.

Blessed are those called
to the supper of the lamb.

Lord, I am not worthy that you
should enter under my roof,

but only say the word and
my soul shall be healed.

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

'I changed my plans, Michael.

'Worried you might intervene.

'Which would have been
touching, but misguided.

'Bye, Michael.'